Nano Quotes

I don't know how many of you have ever met Dijkstra, but you probably know that arrogance in computer science is measured in nano-Dijkstras.

He got one finger cut off when he was young... The cafe paid for a replacement, put some nano-plastic in there. The kid got hooked. It happens. You get some plastic in you, you just want some more...Some more of that strength. Because that's what it is. Strength. The Strength to persist.

Size does matter. Nano even better.

There are hopes that carbon nanotube-based materials could provide the required strength—adding this to the long list of engineering problems that can be waved away by tacking on the prefix “nano-.

Question for your life: Let’s say we’re on a date, and I’m being all seductive by talking nonstop about such interesting topics as intergalactic nano armies and the precise elevation at which a really tall building becomes a skyscraper, how would you respond if I invited you back to my grandma’s house for a passionate night of love making?

Adesso prentiti un po' di sonno", disse il nano, con quella che Tas definiva la Voce di Suo Nonno.

A doorstop?‖ he squawked. ―Yes, doorstop. As in big, silent, and good only for holding wood.‖ She smiled sweetly, and added, ―At least I‘m pretty sure about the wood part. Nanos do make sure immortal males function in all areas.‖ Drina watched with satisfaction as Anders‘s mouth dropped open. She then shifted in her seat to a more comfortable position and closed her eyes. ―I think I‘ll take a nap. I never sleep well on planes. Enjoy the drive.

If I have seen a little further it is by standing on the shoulders of giants. - From a letter to Robert Hooke dated February 5th, 1676. The metaphor was first recorded in 1159 by John of Salisbury and attributed to Bernard of Chartres: Dicebat Bernardus Carnotensis nos esse quasi nanos, gigantium humeris insidentes, ut possimus plura eis et remotiora videre, non utique proprii visus acumine, aut eminentia corporis, sed quia in altum subvenimur et extollimur magnitudine gigantea.

Tapi sekarang, mencintaimu sebagai bayang-bayang, sebagai impian, membuatku lebih bahagia. Aku mencintaimu, Ars, tanpa jeda. Lebih baik kau tetap menjadi impian. Aku bisa lebih leluasa menyatakannya. Dengan berbagai cara.

Great Gates almighty,” HARV said inside my brain. “I go off-line for a few nanos and the whole world goes to DOS.

adding this to the long list of engineering problems that can be waved away by tacking on the prefix “nano-.

Cada nano injustiça gruda a mim e só consigo removê-la inoculando-a com palavras.

In galactic terms, four years is but a nano-second.

For me, the ‘ask’ is similar to squeezing or crumbling pastry, but in the next nano-second I am releasing the crumbs back

If I don’t update my body’s anti-virus program regularly, I will wake up one day to discover that the millions of nano-robots coursing through my veins are now controlled by a North Korean hacker.

The dust is in the air,” Donald said. He leaned against the counter, his knees weak. The nanos eating away at mankind, they were loosed on the world with every cleaning, little puffs like clockwork, tick-tock with each exile. The headphones sat there quietly. “I am an ancient,” Donald said, using her words. He grabbed the headphones from the desk and repeated into the microphone, loudly, “I am an ancient! I did this!” He sagged once more against the desk, catching himself before he fell. “I’m sorry,” he muttered. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Louder, yelling it: “I’m sorry!” But nobody was listening.

Like a vast, random experiment targeting the environment with health doomed to be collateral damage, chemicals have been released into the air, soil, and water since nineteenth-century industrialism. While some may shrug that the aerial release of chemical nanoparticles and nano-sensors, microprocessors, and biologicals under the classified Project Cloverleaf is just more of the same, nanoparticles able to breach the blood-brain barrier make it uniquely diabolical, as does the global conspiracy of power to turn the entire planet into an electromagnetic grid and plug everyone into it. War has gone corporate and all of life reframed as a battlespace of disposable noncombatants (civilians) redefined as potential “terrorists.” The military is no longer a protector but partnered with giant transnational corporations and wealthy dynastic cartels like that of Big Pharma and Big Oil.

If I don’t update my body’s anti-virus program regularly, I will wake up one day to discover that the millions of nano-robots coursing through my veins are now controlled by a North Korean hacker. The new technologies of the twenty-first

Nanotechnology experts are developing a bionic immune system composed of millions of nano-robots, which would inhabit our bodies, open blocked blood vessels, fight viruses and bacteria, eliminate cancerous cells and even reverse ageing processes.

Scientists are also developing revolutionary new treatments that work in radically different ways to any previous medicine. For example, some research labs are already home to nano-robots, which may one day navigate through our bloodstream, identify illnesses and kill pathogens and cancerous cells.21 Microorganisms may have 4 billion years of cumulative experience fighting organic enemies, but they have exactly zero experience fighting bionic predators, and would therefore find it doubly difficult to evolve effective defences.

Everything we know and believe about deity and divinity nowadays, is a direct origin of old civilizations. Everybody, Greeks, Saxons, Assyrians and Soumerians, all imitate the ancient ways of the first tribes of central Africa (Mason father to his son in "The Omniconstant

ಮನುಷ್ಯತ್ವ- ಸುಡುವ ಸೂರ್ಯ ಅವಳ ಕಣ್ಣೀರು ಒರೆಸಿದ.

ಜೀವನ ಪ್ರೀತಿ- ಪುಟ್ಟ ಮಗು ನಗುತ್ತಿತ್ತು, ಬುದ್ಧಿವಂತ ಜಗತ್ತು ಅಳುವಾಗ.

ವ್ಯತಿರಿಕ್ತ- ಕಲ್ಲು ಎಸೆದೆ ಕಾಣದ ಹಣ್ಣಿಗೆ. ಮಣ್ಣು ತೆಗೆದೆ ಸಾಯದ ಹೆಣಕ್ಕೆ.

ಮನುಷ್ಯ ಚೂಪಾದ ತುದಿ ಮೊದಲು ಘಾಸಿಗೊಳಿಸಿದರೂ, ಒಂದು ಕೊಲೆಯ ಪೂರ್ಣ ಗೌರವ ಸಲ್ಲುವುದು ಹಿಡಿಯ ಹಿಂದಿರುವ ಜೀವಂತ ಚೂರಿಗೆ.

ಸಂತಾಪ- ಏನೂ ಇಲ್ಲದ ದಿನ ನೋವಿಗೆ ಬರಲು ಹೇಳಿದೆ. ನೋವು ಬಂತು. ನಲಿವಿನ ಶವಕ್ಕೆ ಹೂಮಾಲೆ ಹಾಕಿ ಹೊರಟಿತು.

ಜೀವಂತಿಕೆ- ನಿನ್ನ ಗುರಿ ಏನೆಂದು ಕೇಳಿದರು. ಏನೂ ಇಲ್ಲವೆಂದೆ. ಗೊಂದಲದಲ್ಲಿದ್ದೀಯ ಅಂದರು. ಜೀವಂತವಾಗಿದ್ದೇನೆ ಅಂದೆ.

ಹರಾಜು- ಬಟ್ಟೆ ಕಳಚಿಟ್ಟ ಮಾತು ಜಗದ ಮಾನ ಕಳೆಯುತ್ತಿದೆ.

ಶಾಪ- ಬೇಯುತ್ತಲೇ ಜೊತೆಯಾದ ಇಟ್ಟಿಗೆಗಳು ಗೋಡೆಯಾಗಿ ಎದ್ದು ನಿಂತ ಮೇಲೆ ಸಿಮೆಂಟಿಗೆ ಹಿಡಿಶಾಪ ಹಾಕುತ್ತಿವೆ.

I wish I was, but I am not. The fact that I am not wakes me up everyday and I hope, one day I will be.

The Melding Plague attacked our society at the core. It was not quite a biological virus, not quite a software virus, but a strange and shifting chimera of the two. No pure strain of the plague has ever been isolated, but in its pure form it must resemble a kind of nano-machinery, analogous to the molecular-scale assemblers of our own medichine technology. That it must be of alien origin seems beyond doubt. Equally clear is the fact that nothing we have thrown against the plague has done more than slow it. More often than not, our interventions have only made things worse. The plague adapts to our attacks; it perverts our weapons and turns them against us. Some kind of buried intelligence seems to guide it. We don’t know whether the plague was directed toward humanity—or whether we have just been terribly unlucky.

If you think affordable DNA sequencers were a scare, or those cloning kits that made the rounds, imagine kids programming nanos in their basements, sharing their designs on the web. It would be worse than when they started printing those plastic guns in those cheap extruder kits. Who knows what they might try and target just for fun? It starts with the neighbor’s cat. The next weekend, someone wipes out an entire species by accident.

The prefix milli comes from Latin (and French for “thousandth”), micro and nano from Greek (for “small” and “dwarf respectively), and pico from Spanish (for “small”). Femto is Scandinavian, the root of the word for “fifteen” (femten)—nuclear physicists call a femtometer, the unit for the dimensions of atomic nuclei, a fermi. Attosecond, the next smaller unit, 10-18 second, uses a prefix also derived from Scandinavian, from the word for “eighteen.

Nanotubes are lightweight, incredibly strong, and structures made of these extremely fine fibers can be superfast and efficient at conducting electricity and heat. It’s believed and feared that molecular nanotechnology is the future of everything, including war. “Imagine making a small powerful bomb out of nanothermite or super-thermite?” Ernie is saying. “Or how about mini-nukes? Or God forbid bioterrorism delivered in the nano range? Scary shit.

Nanotechnology experts are developing a bionic immune system composed of millions of nano-robots, who would inhabit our bodies, open blocked blood vessels, fight viruses and bacteria, eliminate cancerous cells and even reverse ageing processes.13 A few serious scholars suggest that by 2050, some humans will become a-mortal (not immortal, because they could still die of some accident, but a-mortal, meaning that in the absence of fatal trauma their lives could be extended indefinitely).

How long will the Gilgamesh Project – the quest for immortality – take to complete? A hundred years? Five hundred years? A thousand years? When we recall how little we knew about the human body in 1900, and how much knowledge we have gained in a single century, there is cause for optimism. Genetic engineers have recently managed to double the average life expectancy of Caenorhabditis elegans worms.12 Could they do the same for Homo sapiens? Nanotechnology experts are developing a bionic immune system composed of millions of nano-robots, who would inhabit our bodies, open blocked blood vessels, fight viruses and bacteria, eliminate cancerous cells and even reverse ageing processes.13 A few serious scholars suggest that by 2050, some humans will become a-mortal (not immortal, because they could still die of some accident, but a-mortal, meaning that in the absence of fatal trauma their lives could be extended indefinitely). Whether or not Project Gilgamesh succeeds, from a historical perspective it is fascinating to see that most late-modern religions and ideologies have already taken death and the afterlife out of the equation. Until the eighteenth century, religions considered death and its aftermath central to the meaning of life. Beginning in the eighteenth century, religions and ideologies such as liberalism, socialism and feminism lost all interest in the afterlife. What, exactly, happens to a Communist after he or she dies? What happens to a capitalist? What happens to a feminist? It is pointless to look for the answer in the writings of Marx, Adam Smith or Simone de Beauvoir. The only modern ideology that still awards death a central role is nationalism. In its more poetic and desperate moments, nationalism promises that whoever dies for the nation will for ever live in its collective memory. Yet this promise is so fuzzy that even most nationalists do not really know what to make of it. The

Artificial Intelligence, deep learning, natural language processing, computer vision, and other related characteristics: super-computing, eventually quantum-computing, and nano and bio technologies; advanced big-data analytics; and other emerging technologies are beginning to offer an entirely new way of war, and at command speeds hitherto unimaginable. The revolution in sensor and command and control technologies is matched and enabled by developments in long-range, hypersonic “intelligent” weaponry and new swarms of killing machines allied to a range of directed-energy weapons. Such a potentially revolutionary change in the character and conduct of war must necessarily impose entirely new ways of defense.

Un professor de pintura molt amable que donava classe als nanos del gueto deia que pintar era una forma d'evadir-se molt lluny. Era un home culte i tan apassionat que ella mai no va gosar contradir-lo. Però, a ella, la pintura no la transportava a fora ni la feia pujar al tren d'altres vides, a diferència dels llibres. Ben al contrari, la pintura la catapultava cap endins de si mateixa. Pintar no era una via de sortida, sinó d'entrada. Per això els quadres que pintava a Terezín eren foscos, de traços rampelluts, cels carregats d'un gris dens i tenebrós, com si ja aleshores intuís que aquest cel interior es convertiria en l'únic que veurien quan els portessin a Auschwitz, un cel on els núvols són de cendra. Pintar va ser una manera de conversar amb si mateixa molts d'aquells vespres en què la vencia el desànim d'una joventut que encara no havia començat i que ja semblava haver conclòs.

Eventually, we may reach a point when it will be impossible to disconnect from this all-knowing network even for a moment. Disconnection will mean death. If medical hopes are realised, future people will incorporate into their bodies a host of biometric devices, bionic organs and nano-robots, which will monitor our health and defend us from infections, illnesses and damage. Yet these devices will have to be online 24/7, both in order to be updated with the latest medical news, and in order to protect them from the new plagues of cyberspace. Just as my home computer is constantly attacked by viruses, worms and Trojan horses, so will be my pacemaker, my hearing aid and my nanotech immune system. If I don’t update my body’s anti-virus program regularly, I will wake up one day to discover that the millions of nano-robots coursing through my veins are now controlled by a North Korean hacker.

After the plates are removed by the silent and swift waiting staff, General Çiller leans forward and says across the table to Güney, ‘What’s this I’m reading in Hürriyet about Strasbourg breaking up the nation?’ ‘It’s not breaking up the nation. It’s a French motion to implement European Regional Directive 8182 which calls for a Kurdish Regional Parliament.’ ‘And that’s not breaking up the nation?’ General Çiller throws up his hands in exasperation. He’s a big, square man, the model of the military, but he moves freely and lightly ‘The French prancing all over the legacy of Atatürk? What do you think, Mr Sarioğlu?’ The trap could not be any more obvious but Ayşe sees Adnan straighten his tie, the code for, Trust me, I know what I’m doing, ‘What I think about the legacy of Atatürk, General? Let it go. I don’t care. The age of Atatürk is over.’ Guests stiffen around the table, breath subtly indrawn; social gasps. This is heresy. People have been shot down in the streets of Istanbul for less. Adnan commands every eye. ‘Atatürk was father of the nation, unquestionably. No Atatürk, no Turkey. But, at some point every child has to leave his father. You have to stand on your own two feet and find out if you’re a man. We’re like kids that go on about how great their dads are; my dad’s the strongest, the best wrestler, the fastest driver, the biggest moustache. And when someone squares up to us, or calls us a name or even looks at us squinty, we run back shouting ‘I’ll get my dad, I’ll get my dad!’ At some point; we have to grow up. If you’ll pardon the expression, the balls have to drop. We talk the talk mighty fine: great nation, proud people, global union of the noble Turkic races, all that stuff. There’s no one like us for talking ourselves up. And then the EU says, All right, prove it. The door’s open, in you come; sit down, be one of us. Move out of the family home; move in with the other guys. Step out from the shadow of the Father of the Nation. ‘And do you know what the European Union shows us about ourselves? We’re all those things we say we are. They weren’t lies, they weren’t boasts. We’re good. We’re big. We’re a powerhouse. We’ve got an economy that goes all the way to the South China Sea. We’ve got energy and ideas and talent - look at the stuff that’s coming out of those tin-shed business parks in the nano sector and the synthetic biology start-ups. Turkish. All Turkish. That’s the legacy of Atatürk. It doesn’t matter if the Kurds have their own Parliament or the French make everyone stand in Taksim Square and apologize to the Armenians. We’re the legacy of Atatürk. Turkey is the people. Atatürk’s done his job. He can crumble into dust now. The kid’s come right. The kid’s come very right. That’s why I believe the EU’s the best thing that’s ever happened to us because it’s finally taught us how to be Turks.’ General Çiller beats a fist on the table, sending the cutlery leaping. ‘By God, by God; that’s a bold thing to say but you’re exactly right.

Ive and Jobs have even obsessed over, and patented, the packaging for various Apple products. U.S. patent D558572, for example, granted on January 1, 2008, is for the iPod Nano box, with four drawings showing how the device is nestled in a cradle when the box is opened. Patent D596485, issued on July 21, 2009, is for the iPhone packaging, with its sturdy lid and little glossy plastic tray inside. Early on, Mike Markkula had taught Jobs to “impute”—to understand that people do judge a book by its cover—and therefore to make sure all the trappings and packaging of Apple signaled that there was a beautiful gem inside. Whether it’s an iPod Mini or a MacBook Pro, Apple customers know the feeling of opening up the well-crafted box and finding the product nestled in an inviting fashion. “Steve and I spend a lot of time on the packaging,” said Ive. “I love the process of unpacking something. You design a ritual of unpacking to make the product feel special. Packaging can be theater, it can create a story.

Near dawn, she whispers, “Durga … now we’re bound up.” I clench up. This is it. She’s going to cling to me like Arjuna did. “How so?” “It’s like quantum entanglement. Our bodies have exchanged matter and so now we’re interlinked.” She sounds intimate. I deflect. “I didn’t get that far in nano.” “You learn it second year!” I have to lie again. She’s making me lie. “I switched to comp lit after my first year.” “Oh. Well, it means that if we think of our bodies as particles, our states are the same right now, but then when we separate, we remain entangled. Now it’s impossible to describe you without describing me, and vice versa. We tell each other’s stories by living our own lives.” I feel angry. As angry as I felt euphoric six hours ago. I try to control my voice. “That could be scary. Depending.” “True,” she says. “It means that relationships never end. Once made, they just influence each other backwards and forwards in time, for better or worse.” She nudges my arm open and docks her head against my breast. “But I’d say this is for better.

Repurposing the world’s molecules using nanotechnology has been dubbed “ecophagy,” which means eating the environment. The first replicator would make one copy of itself, and then there’d be two replicators making the third and fourth copies. The next generation would make eight replicators total, the next sixteen, and so on. If each replication took a minute and a half to make, at the end of ten hours there’d be more than 68 billion replicators; and near the end of two days they would outweigh the earth. But before that stage the replicators would stop copying themselves, and start making material useful to the ASI that controlled them—programmable matter. The waste heat produced by the process would burn up the biosphere, so those of us some 6.9 billion humans who were not killed outright by the nano assemblers would burn to death or asphyxiate. Every other living thing on earth would share our fate. Through it all, the ASI would bear no ill will toward humans nor love. It wouldn’t feel nostalgia as our molecules were painfully repurposed. What would our screams sound like to the ASI anyway, as microscopic nano assemblers mowed over our bodies like a bloody rash, disassembling us on the subcellular level? Or would the roar of millions and millions of nano factories running at full bore drown out our voices?

So? When do you want to be turned?” “I didn’t agree to turn,” Valerie squawked with amazement. “You haven’t, but you will,” he said with a shrug. “What makes you think that?” she asked warily. “Because if you don’t, I’m going to have to wipe your memories and have you returned to your life and neither of us wants that,” he said simply. “Anders said I could have time to decide,” Valerie protested, and then frowned and added, “And what do you mean, neither of us wants that? Why would you care?” “You saved my wife and children, Valerie. And Leigh adores you. You’re family now.” “Oh.” She stared at him nonplussed, wondering if he meant that. “I mean it,” he said firmly. “Leigh has decided it’s so, so it’s so. She’d be disappointed if you didn’t become one of us and I won’t have her disappointed.” Valerie scowled slightly. The last part sounded like a threat. “As for Anders saying you could have time to decide,” Lucian continued. “What do you need time for? The nanos have paired you, you’re meant to be together.” “You make it sound so simple,” she said wearily. “It is simple. Don’t make it hard.” “Great, the nanos paired us. But what about love?” she asked. Lucian shifted impatiently. “Do you like him?” “Yes,” she admitted. “Respect him?” She nodded. “Trust him?” “Of course,” she said without hesitation. Lucian nodded and said dryly, “I don’t need to ask if you want him sexually.” Valerie flushed and raised her chin. “All those things combined make up love,” Lucian assured her. “Whether you realize it or not, you already do love him.” Valerie swallowed, knowing in her heart he was right. She bit her lip, and then blurted, “But does he love me?” “Ah.” Lucian nodded. “So that’s the holdup, is it? He hasn’t said it yet.” Valerie sighed and looked away, muttering, “When he asked me to be his life mate he went on about finding peace and being able to relax and be at peace. It was all peace, peace, peace,” she added with frustration and glanced to Lucian, eyes narrowing when she caught his lips twitching. If he laughed at her, she would— “Don’t you feel at peace with him?” he asked, and then added, “When you’re not hot and bothered, I mean.” “Well, yeah, but—” “But you want to hear that he loves you,” Lucian said and shrugged. “I guess you’ll have to ask him then.” “Ask him if he loves me?” she asked with dismay. Lucian sighed with exasperation. “You took on Igor and staked him, saving yourself and six other women in the process—” “Four,” she corrected unhappily. “Two died, remember.” “And then,” he continued heavily, ignoring her interruption. “You took on Ambrose and saved my wife and unborn twins by crashing the van you were all in and repeatedly bashing the man over the head until help got there. You are not a coward, Valerie, so stop acting like one. Ask him. And when he says yes he loves you, I will personally oversee the turning and pay for the wedding.

I stared through the front door at Barrons Books and Baubles, uncertain what surprised me more: that the front seating cozy was intact or that Barrons was sitting there, boots propped on a table, surrounded by piles of books, hand-drawn maps tacked to the walls. I couldn’t count how many nights I’d sat in exactly the same place and position, digging through books for answers, occasionally staring out the windows at the Dublin night, and waiting for him to appear. I liked to think he was waiting for me to show. I leaned closer, staring in through the glass. He’d refurnished the bookstore. How long had I been gone? There was my magazine rack, my cashier’s counter, a new old-fashioned cash register, a small flat-screen TV/DVD player that was actually from this decade, and a sound dock for my iPod. There was a new sleek black iPod Nano in the dock. He’d done more than refurnish the place. He might as well have put a mat out that said WELCOME HOME, MAC. A bell tinkled as I stepped inside. His head whipped around and he half-stood, books sliding to the floor. The last time I’d seen him, he was dead. I stood in the doorway, forgetting to breathe, watching him unfold from the couch in a ripple of animal grace. He crammed the four-story room full, dwarfed it with his presence. For a moment neither of us spoke. Leave it to Barrons—the world melts down and he’s still dressed like a wealthy business tycoon. His suit was exquisite, his shirt crisp, tie intricately patterned and tastefully muted. Silver glinted at his wrist, that familiar wide cuff decorated with ancient Celtic designs he and Ryodan both wore. Even with all my problems, my knees still went weak. I was suddenly back in that basement. My hands were tied to the bed. He was between my legs but wouldn’t give me what I wanted. He used his mouth, then rubbed himself against my clitoris and barely pushed inside me before pulling out, then his mouth, then him, over and over, watching my eyes the whole time, staring down at me. What am I, Mac? he’d say. My world, I’d purr, and mean it. And I was afraid that, even now that I wasn’t Pri-ya, I’d be just as out of control in bed with him as I was then. I’d melt, I’d purr, I’d hand him my heart. And I would have no excuse, nothing to blame it on. And if he got up and walked away from me and never came back to my bed, I would never recover. I’d keeping waiting for a man like him, and there were no other men like him. I’d have to die old and alone, with the greatest sex of my life a painful memory. So, you’re alive, his dark eyes said. Pisses me off, the wondering. Do something about that. Like what? Can’t all be like you, Barrons. His eyes suddenly rushed with shadows and I couldn’t make out a single word. Impatience, anger, something ancient and ruthless. Cold eyes regarded me with calculation, as if weighing things against each other, meditating—a word Daddy used to point out was the larger part of premeditation. He’d say, Baby, once you start thinking about it, you’re working your way toward it. Was there something Barrons was working his way toward doing? I shivered.

Amazing.” Anders glanced around with a start. He found Lucian leaning against the door frame, eyeing him with amusement. “What?” he asked, sitting up straight. “How everything can change so swiftly,” Lucian said dryly, moving into the kitchen. Anders watched him get a glass out of the cupboard before asking mildly, “And what is it you think is changing?” “Three days ago when you first realized you couldn’t read her and that she might possibly be your life mate, you weren’t happy,” Lucian said. He filled the glass with water, took a drink, and then continued, “You didn’t like the idea of anyone stealing so much of your attention, of having something to lose, of becoming a mother hen like me, or of being led around by your dick. Now you want to follow that presently very evident dick upstairs and claim Valerie by any means necessary.” Anders glanced down to note that not only did he still have an erection, but it was very evident in his boxers. Grabbing one of the couch pillows, he dragged it over his lap and muttered, “You caught all that from reading my thoughts, did you?” “Clear as glass,” Lucian said. “Right.” Anders said and grimaced at the knowledge that Lucian had read his less than complimentary thoughts about his worry for Leigh and being led around by his dick. Raising an eyebrow, he asked, “Do I owe you an apology?” “Nope. I can hardly complain when I was eavesdropping on your thoughts.” He took another drink of his water. As Lucian lowered the glass, he swallowed, and added, “But I’d go softly with Valerie. I wouldn’t want you to rush things and blow it.” “Thanks for the advice,” Anders said dryly. “I’m serious,” Lucian said softly. Anders stilled. As a rule, Lucian could be counted on to growl, grunt, or bark. His voice only got that soft, solemn sound on very rare occasions. When it did, you were smart to listen. Anders nodded. “I’m listening.” “She just experienced a nightmarish two weeks at the hands of what she thinks is a vampire. One of our kind,” he pointed out. “Ten days and nights in the flesh and three in fever-driven nightmares.” “But we aren’t vampires,” Anders pointed out. “We’re immortals.” “Semantics,” Lucian said with a shrug. “It won’t make any difference to her whether we are the mythological cursed and soulless beast Stoker wrote about, or scientifically evolved mortals turned nearly immortal by bio-engineered nanos that were introduced into our blood before the fall of Atlantis.” “Scientifically evolved mortals who need more blood than the human body can produce to power those nanos,” Anders added wearily. Lucian nodded. “We have fangs, we don’t age, we are hard to kill and we need blood to survive. To her and many others, we are vampires.” “We drink bagged blood to survive now,” Anders argued. “The immortal who kidnapped and held Valerie and the other women is a rogue.” “True,” Lucian agreed. “Unfortunately, Valerie’s first encounter with our kind was via that rogue. She, understandably, is not going to be very receptive to the possibility that there are good guys among our kind. She needs to get to know and trust us, you especially, before you reveal too much.” Anders nodded, seeing the wisdom in what he said. Then he cleared his throat and asked, “By don’t reveal too much, you aren’t including—” “No,” Lucian said, rare amusement curving his lips. “Bed her all you want, just keep your mouth shut while you do. At least until you think she can handle it. Otherwise,” he warned, “you could lose the chance of a lifetime.

We offhandedly devised many imaginary scenarios during the course of any given day, a habit that began as acerbic banter between two hypersharp intelligences, whose function seemed to be to absorb the venom of normal mundane tensions, anxieties, jealousies, resentments, and nano-betrayals, but gradually transformed into a daily hedge against death, an acknowledgement of our painful ephemerality, and a bid to take the kitchen utensils of mortality out of the hands of happenstance and put them back into our own drawer.

For Tata Motors to fulfill the requirements of its customer value proposition and profit formula for the Nano, it had to reconceive how a car is designed, manufactured, and distributed. Tata built a small team of fairly young engineers who would not, like the company’s more-experienced designers, be influenced and constrained in their thinking by the automaker’s existing profit formulas. This team dramatically minimized the number of parts in the vehicle, resulting in a significant cost saving.

The term micro-hub didn't have much to do with the size of the drones. It was nomenclature Hail's crew used to refer to a drone's heritage. The main drone was Foghat, which dropped off the hub called Led Zeppelin or its mini-drone. The next group of hubs that were released by Led Zeppelin was referred to as micro-hubs. If those hubs parented more hubs, then those would be called nano-hubs and so on until pico has been used. Hail's drone laboratories had never nested drones deeper than pico, so there was no need for any further classification. The inventors of the metric system in 18th century France, had little need for any terminology smaller than micro, because they didn't have instruments fine enough to measure more minute increments. But in later years, pico, femto, atto, zepto and yocto metric increments had been established in case Hail's team ever needed them.

I step out onto the porch, and quickly realize that I’ve missed some important developments while my nanos were cooking. Terry is there, leaning against the railing and looking like she just lost a fistfight with a polar bear. There’s a man there as well, on his knees in front of Charity. He looks to be worse off than Terry, if that’s possible, to the point that it takes me a long moment to recognize him as Dimitri—which is weird, because while I’ve only met him once before, he was actively killing someone at the time, which I consider to be pretty memorable.

Sooner or later, some nano attack would get through, get out of control, and there would be an epidemic built on bits of code rather than strands of DNA.’ ‘So

1. The opportunity to address through disruptive innovation the needs of large groups of potential customers who are shut out of a market entirely because existing solutions are too expensive or complicated for them. This includes the opportunity to democratize products in emerging markets (or reach the bottom of the pyramid), as Tata’s Nano does. 2.

the world’s cheapest small car, Tata’s Nano, worth only $1500. This toy-like ill-fated vehicle, whose destiny it was to look as if it had been prematurely brought into the world, more foetus than car, and whose birth was near abortive and then indefinitely delayed, this car, when it finally took to the road, turned out to have an engine that at times exploded mysteriously. Until 2009, it was seen to be Bengal’s quirky but irreplaceable mascot for development.

Sei mesi, che sembrano un lasso di tempo ridicolo a qualsiasi persona, assumono un significato ben più intenso e pregno di significato se riferiti al vostro nano.

Non importa quanto stiate attenti a movimenti, spigoli, colpi, oggetti. Non importa cosa vi abbiano detto riguardo lo sviluppo del vostro nano, a che età inizierà a muoversi e a spostarsi coscientemente. Dai 6 mesi in poi tutte le sue energie saranno rivolte a un solo obiettivo: uccidersi.

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The evidence claimed for an impact event includes a charred carbon-rich layer of soil that has been found at some 50 Clovis dated sites across the continent. The layer contains unusual materials (Nano diamonds, metallic micro spherules, carbon spherules, magnetic spherules, iridium, charcoal, soot, and fullerenes enriched in helium-3) interpreted as evidence of an impact event, at the very bottom of the black mat of organic material that marks the beginning of the Younger Dryas. The idea that Earth-based volcanism, or other natural processes, or human activity being responsible has been ruled out.

Encrypted digital watermarking,” explains Balthazar. “Information gets hidden in information, like a code inside the pixels. Only visible with the right kind of key. It’s called steganography. Here,” pointing at the cylinder, “they’re using a similar technique, but done at the nano-level, with DNA as the information carrier. GFP is green fluorescent protein, in this case jellyfish genes woven into the atoms of the metal. The heat from your hand is the key.

I leaned closer, staring in through the glass. He’d refurnished the bookstore. How long had I been gone? There was my magazine rack, my cashier’s counter, a new old-fashioned cash register, a small flat-screen TV/DVD player that was actually from this decade, and a sound dock for my iPod. There was a new sleek black iPod Nano in the dock. He’d done more than refurnish the place. He might as well have put a mat out that said WELCOME HOME, MAC.

Il mio più gran dietto è la bontà illimitata. Io devo semplicemente fare del bene. Ma sono un nano ragionevole e so che non riuscirò mai a farlo per tutti. Se provassi a essere buono con tutti, col mondo intero e con tutte le creature che lo popolano, sarebbe una goccia nel mare: in altre parole, uno sforzo inutile. Perciò ho deciso di fare del bene in modo concreto, così che non vada sprecato. Sono buono con me e con chi mi è più vicino.

And the motive for all this subterfuge? Simple. Something his Nano had told him a long time ago. “People buy comfort,” she had said, slitting a pig’s throat with a corn sickle. “If you make them comfortable, then they will buy whatever you are selling.” The combination of wisdom and arterial blood spray was irresistible and Hillman never forgot his grandmother’s lesson.

Sepanjang sejarah manusia yang panjang, kita telah melakukan tiga perkara untuk bermandiri, melangsungkan hidup dan menakluk dunia iaitu memanipulasi bahan semula jadi menjadi peralatan batu sehinggalah menjadi teknologi nano dan senjata nuklear. Kedua, manusia telah mengubah persekitarannya daripada persekitaran semula jadi menjadi persekitaran buatan untuk melenyapkan tekanan persekitaran. Kita mengubah dunia dan mencipta landskap teknologi. Ketiga, manusia telah menjinakkan pelbagai haiwan menjadi peneman yang bermula dari penjinakkan anjing, kuda, lembu, kambing sehinggalah ke tahap manusia mencipta penemannya sendiri iaitu kecerdasan buatan.

On 28 January 2020 one of Harvard’s most senior faculty members, chemist and nanoscientist Dr Charles Lieber, was taken away in handcuffs when the FBI alleged that he had been recruited into the Thousand Talents Program. The Department of Justice alleges that between 2012 and 2017 he was paid $50,000 a month plus generous living expenses to set up a lab at Wuhan University of Technology and transfer his knowledge.78 Lieber failed to disclose his China links to Harvard, even though the Wuhan centre was called the ‘WUT-Harvard Joint Nano Key Laboratory’.

Waste management and remediation strategies can be addressed by Biology and Nano sciences, That is going to be my contribution in SDGs in future, other than that Biology can also address ecological, evolutionary, psychological and physiological aspects.,

Răng Sứ Lava Plus – Những Điều Cần Biết Khi Lựa Chọn Dòng sản phẩm răng sứ Lava Plus được sản xuất bằng công nghệ hiện đại của tập đoàn 3M (Mỹ). Điều này đem lại mẫu răng sứ với chất lượng tuyệt vời, độ bền cao và tính thẩm mỹ vượt trội. Trong bài viết này, AVA Dental sẽ giới thiệu chi tiết về đặc điểm và chi phí của răng Lava Plus. Các bạn hãy cùng theo dõi! Răng sứ Lava Plus là dòng sản phẩm gì? Răng sứ Lava Plus, hay còn được gọi là răng sứ Lava 3M, là một loại răng sứ được nghiên cứu và sản xuất bởi tập đoàn Minnesota Mining and Manufacturing Company có trụ sở tại Mỹ. Dòng sản phẩm này đã ra đời từ năm 2002 và vẫn được người dùng ưa chuộng bởi những đặc tính ưu việt mà nó mang lại. Về vật liệu để tạo nên loại sứ này, bác sĩ Minh Hoàng của AVA Dental cho biết: “Răng Lava Plus sử dụng vật liệu Lava Ultimate, là loại vật liệu Resin Nano Ceramic đầu tiên trên thế giới được sử dụng trong phục hình răng. Điều này tạo nên sứ Lava Plus với độ bền và độ cứng vượt trội, cùng với màu sắc đẹp mắt”. Nhờ có độ trong mờ và tự nhiên giống như răng thật, Lava Plus phù hợp cho nhiều loại phục hình khác nhau. Nó có thể giúp cải thiện các khuyết điểm về răng miệng và khắc phục các vấn đề về bệnh lý. ----------------------------

Microplastics and nano-plastics are found everywhere in us and the environment. Now microplastics have been found in sediments which have not seen human habitation for hundreds of years. So how did they get there? If both microplastics and nano-plastics can invade all of our bodily systems through pores and filters within the body, the same can be said for the natural filtering systems of different rock layers. No difference from us except we think rock is rock is less able to do it because it's denser. The trouble is that rain is so contaminated with these plastics that they are carried through the rain into the ground water and the subsequently through the different rock layers. So, now we have contaminated groundwater, not only from chemicals, but also plastics as well. And as you all know, we drink 'fresh' ground water because it's so natural. Well, maybe not so natural now.

All life is divine, whether you know it or not. Your inner make-up, essence, bio-chemical substratum, life-giving-god-particle, nano atomic structure etc. - by whatever name you choose to address "it" - is One, with the Cosmic Immanence. Whether you know it or not.

The Vulture recognized him, and the driver’s door swung up. Ryck slid inside, the nanos in the seat molding it around him. He’d only had one beer, so the hover allowed him to take control. The hover was almost silent as it rose off the deck with just the low, almost subsonic rumbling giving any indication of the horsepower under the hood.

in Java, System.currentMillis gives wall clock time and System.nanoTime gives monotonic clock time.

ಚಿಂತೆ- ನಾಳೆಯ ನೋವಿಗೆ ಇಂದೇ ಮುಲಾಮು ತಿಕ್ಕಿಕೊಂಡ ಮನಸ್ಸು ಈ ಕ್ಷಣದಿಂದಲೇ ರೋಗಗ್ರಸ್ತವಾಗಿದೆ.

ವಿಪರ್ಯಾಸ- ಹಸಿವಿಗೆ ಬಹಿಷ್ಕಾರ ಹಾಕಿದ ಊರಲ್ಲಿ ಉಣ್ಣಲಾಗದ ನೋವು ತಾಂಡವವಾಡುತ್ತಿದೆ.

Mark Nanos and I have suggested “Apostolic Judaism” as a descriptive term applicable to the early Jesus movement, including with respect to Paul and his communities.[28]

Nanotechnology experts are developing a bionic immune system composed of millions of nano-robots, who would inhabit our bodies, open blocked blood vessels, fight viruses and bacteria, eliminate cancerous cells and even reverse ageing processes.

Don't look down on your weakness and bank on your strength, put them all in the same plate and you will be surprised with what you can achieve

Although in 2005 compact discs still represented over 98 percent of the market for legal album sales, Morris had no loyalty to the format. In May of that year, Vivendi Universal announced it was spinning off its CD manufacturing and distribution business into a calcified corporate shell called the Entertainment Distribution Company. Included in EDC’s assets were several massive warehouses and two large-scale compact disc manufacturing plants: one in Hanover, Germany, and one in Kings Mountain, North Carolina. Universal would still manufacture all its CDs at the plants, but now this would be an arms-length transaction that allowed them to watch the superannuation of optical media from a comfortable distance. It was one of the oldest moves in the corporate finance playbook: divest yourself of underperforming assets while holding on to the good stuff. EDC was a classic “stub company,” a dogshit collection of low-growth, capital-intensive factory equipment that was rapidly going obsolete. In other words, EDC was a drag on A that added little to B. Let the investment bankers figure out who wanted it—Universal had gone digital, and the death rattle of the compact disc had grown loud enough for even Doug Morris to hear. The CD was the past; the iPod was the future. People loved these stupid things. You could hardly go outside without getting run over by some dumb jogger rocking white headphones and a clip-on Shuffle. Apple stores were generating more sales per square foot than any business in the history of retail. The wrapped-up box with a sleek wafer-sized Nano inside was the most popular gift in the history of Christmas. Apple had created the most ubiquitous gadget in the history of stuff.

Logic tells us that there is an end to everything, but then, Christ died on the cross, now there's a forever

you see someone punching someone in the face, you’ll start thinking about battery, but if you see someone locking someone in a meat locker, you’ll start thinking about false imprisonment. You’ll need to evaluate whether what your wrongdoer did meets the commonly-accepted definition for the tort in question.

Un nano non lancia mai la sua arma se non ne ha un'altra!

ಕಲಾಕೃತಿ- ಬಣ್ಣದ ಬೆರಗು ಖಾಲಿ ಪುಟದ ನೋವು ಮರೆಮಾಚಿದೆ.

What about getting passed the security cameras?” Skylar

I’d be hard-pressed to find a better start to a brand story than the one that chronicles the birth of “the people’s car,” the Tata Nano. The story goes that Ratan Tata, chairman of the well-respected Tata Group, was travelling along in the pouring rain behind a family who was precariously perched on a scooter weaving in and out of traffic on the slick wet roads of Bangalore. Tata thought that surely this was a problem he and his company could solve. He wanted to bring safe, affordable transport to the poor—to design, build, and sell a family car that could replace the scooter for a price that was less than $2,500. It was a business idea born from a high ideal and coming from a man with a track record in the industry, someone with the capability to innovate, design, and produce a high-quality product. People were captivated by the idea of what would be the world’s cheapest car. The media and the world watched to see how delivering on this seemingly impossible promise might pan out. Ratan Tata did deliver on his promise when he unveiled the Nano at the New Delhi Auto Expo in 2009, six years after having the idea. The hype around the new “people’s car” and the media attention it received meant that any mistakes were very public (several production challenges and safety problems were reported along the way). And while the general public seemed to be behind the idea of a new and fun Indian-led innovation, the number of Facebook likes (almost 4 million to date) didn’t convert to actual sales. It seemed that while Tata Motors was telling a story about affordability and innovating with frugal engineering (perhaps “lean engineering” might have worked better for them), the story prospective customers were hearing was one about a car that was cheap. The positioning of the car was at odds with the buying public’s perception of it. In a country where a car is an aspirational purchase, the Nano became symbolic of the car to buy if you couldn’t afford anything else. Since its launch in 2009, just over 200,000 Nanos have sold. The factory has the capacity to produce 21,000 cars a month. It turns out that the modest numbers of people buying the Nano are not the scooter drivers but middle-class Indians who are looking for a second car, or a car for their parents or children. The car that was billed as a “game changer” hasn’t lived up to the hype in the hearts of the people who were expected to line up and buy it in the tens of thousands. Despite winning design and innovation awards, the Nano’s reputation amongst consumers—and the story they have come to believe—has been the thing that’s held it back.

E de tanto desejar viajar, acabou viajando para dentro de si mesmo. Uma passagem só de ida

No piece of technology or Swiss precision-measuring instrument has ever come near the extraordinary sensitivity of the ear in its abilities to detect nano-changes in loudness and frequency or pitch. (Frequency is an acoustic measurement of the voice's vibrations; pitch is a perceptual term- how those frequencies sound to us). If you play a pure tone (where the pattern of vibration keeps repeating itself, like a tuning fork) at a single level of loudness, the ear can perceive 1,400 different pitches. If, on the other hand, you keep to one frequency but change the volume or intensity, the ear is capable of identifying 280 different levels of loudness. That means that, if both the frequency and intensity are changed, the ear has a repertoire of between 300,000 and 400,000 distinguishable tones. Does the planet contain a more discriminating organ?

ŠUBERTIJANA I U večernjem sumraku nadomak Njujorka, na vidikovcu odakle jednim pogledom možeš da obuhvatiš domove osam miliona ljudi. Džinovski grad tamo preko je dugački svetlucavi nanos, spiralna galaksija viđena bočno. Tu u galaksiji šoljice za kafu klize po pultu, od prolaznika izlozi prose, metež cipela što trag ne ostavljaju. Pentrajuća požarna stepeništa, vrata lifta što šume istovremeno, a za vratima s jakim bravama vazda se ukrštaju glasovi. Dremljiva, oklembešena tela po vagonima metroa, sudarajuće katakombe. Takođe znam - mimo statistike - da upravo ovog časa neko počinje da svira Šuberta u jednoj sobi onamo i da su za nj ove note stvarnije no išta drugo. II Beskrajno prostranstvo ljudskog mozga skvrčilo se u veličinu pesnice. U aprilu lasta se vraća u svoje prošlogodišnje gnezdo pod olukom istog ambara u istom zaseoku. Kreće ona iz Južne Afrike, preseca ekvator, u šest nedelja preleće dva kontinenta, nepogrešivo stremeći k toj nestajućoj tački zemaljskih prostranstava. I taj što hvata signale čitavog jednog života u nekoliko posve jednostavnih tonova na pet struna, taj što čitavu jednu reku prodeva kroz iglene uši, debeljuškasti je mladi bečki gospodin od prijatelja prozvan „Pečurkica“, koji običavaše da spava s naočarima na nosu i ustajaše izjutra za svoj pisaći sto ni časak jedan ne kasneći. I čudesna stonoga njegovog rukopisa kreće. III Gudački kvintet bruji. Vraćam se kroz razgrejanu šumu s tlom što se poda mnom ugiba, zgrčen poput embriona, pospan, vrteći se bestežinski u vremenu budućem, osetivši iznenada kako i rastinje poseduje misao. IV U nama toliko mnogo vere mora da je kako bismo današnji dan mogli da proživimo kroz zemlju ne propavši! Vere u snežne smetove što se grčevito drže litica nadnesenih nad selom. Vere u obećanje tišine i osmeh samorazumevanja, vere da telegram o nesreći nije za nas i da nenadanog udarca iznutra neće biti. Vere u osovinu što nas iznosi na autoput sred za trista puta uvećanog čeličnog pčelinjeg roja. Ali ništa od toga nije vredno našeg pouzdanja. Pet struna kazuju da možemo verovati u nešto drugo. U šta? U nešto drukčije, i one nas prate komadić puta do tamo. Kao kad se ugasi svetlo u stepeništu i ruka sledi - pouzdano - hvatajući naslepo gelender u mraku. V Zbijamo se pred klavir i sviramo u četiri ruke u ef-molu, dvojica kočijaša jednog istog fijakera – ispada tako nekako malo luckasto. Čini se kao da naše ruke pokreću napred i nazad zvoneće tegove u dodiru s protivtežom nastojeći da narušimo užasnu ravnotežu: radost i patnja pri tom imaju istu ulogu. Ana reče: „Ta muzika je tako herojska“, i imala je pravo. Ali ti što sa zavišću motre preduzimljivog čoveka, ti koji potajno gaje samoprezir jer nisu ubice, ti ne mogaše ovde da prepoznaju sami sebe. I mnogi što trguju ljudima i veruju da baš svakog mogu kupiti, oni ovde ne prepoznaju sami sebe. Ne njihovu muziku. Duga melodija koja ostaje to što jeste u svim varijacijama, katkad blistajući i preobražavajući se, katkad hrapava i snažna, sluz puževog traga i žica čelična. Istrajni bruji što sledi nas još ovog časa naviše duboko.

Oke, kamu sudah connect. Ini channel-nya asyik. Gaul abis. Oh, ya, nick kamu sengaja saya bikin tetap Elektra. Pasti laku. Percaya, deh. Nama kamu komersial." "Memang yang komersial itu yang kayak apa?" tanyaku. "Yang funky, yang cool, pokoknya yang, ya, gimana gitu." Jawaban Betsye semakin membingungkan. "Lho, jadi, kamu biasanya nggak pakai nama sendiri?" aku terus bertanya. "Nggak, dong!" Ia mengeluarkan tawa kecil yang bernada oh-gobloknya-lu-Etra. "Saya biasa pakai Nadya, Nathalie, Natasya. Kata cowokku, yang nama depannya dari 'Na' biasanya cakep-cakep." "Nanang? Nasrul? Nano? Nasgor?" Betsy tidak tertawa.

Teta Doležal vjeruje da će jednom doći taj dan kada će Bog okupiti sve duše i podijeliti im ocjene. Vrijeme smrti u bolničkoj kartoteci čeka na taj dan, iako živimo u komunizmu i svi doktori vjeruju da Boga nema ali njihova vjera nije čvrsta, kao što nije čvrsta ni naša vjera. Eto, možda će Nano doći pred Boga i možda će Bog onda reći: Toliko si puta govorio da me nema, a sad se uopće ne čudiš što me vidiš.

A crowbar is coming. In two minutes, I am going to die. “Why did you call in the strike?” my avatar asks. “You knew I wouldn’t let you go.” “You are responsible for ninety thousand deaths,” Dimitri says wearily, “and Sauron’s Eye does not believe she can hold you here indefinitely. If you were to escape into the broader networks, you might kill another ninety thousand.” “But I couldn’t kill you,” she says. “I couldn’t kill Terry. I tried. You don’t have the nanos in you. Those other lives are just shadows. How can you let them outweigh the only ones you know are real?” I close my eyes. My beautiful apartment is about to become a smoking hole in the ground. “I have forced many others to sacrifice for the common good,” Dimitri says finally. “Perhaps it is time that I did so myself.” “That’s great,” I say. “That’s noble, Dimitri. What about me?” Dimitri turns to look at me, and his face looks as if he’d honestly forgotten that I was here. He starts to speak, but then his eyes go wide and his jaw snaps shut. He’s not staring at me anymore. He’s seeing something behind me. I turn to the darkened hallway. Dimitri’s voice is soft and wondering. “Elise?

Con padre Emanuele aveva capito che si doveva infervorare per le Heroiche Imprese - e che si può spendere una vita non per combattere un gigante, ma per nominare in troppi modi un nano.

Any children born within the city are squeezed out with the standard nano package. It’s programmed in, parent to kid. First thing they do is carve a Security Identification Number into the fetal brain, upload that data to the system.

His thoughts died as Anders’s brain caught and held on to one particular sentence that had run through his mind. God, he loved this woman? Breaking their kiss, he lifted his head and stared down into her sweet face. She was like a ray of sunshine. Golden hair, porcelain skin, bright green eyes, luscious red lips. She was as beautiful as the sun to him, and he’d always thought the sun the most beautiful thing in the world. Perhaps because he could never really enjoy it, and he’d only allowed himself brief glimpses of it, or enjoyed it secondhand from the memories of mortals he fed off. It was only the last decade or so that he’d been able to enjoy it properly with the help of the window coating that blocked UV rays. Valerie rivaled the sun in his eyes. And won. If given the choice of seeing her every day but never seeing the sun again, or never seeing her again and getting to enjoy the sun, Valerie would win hands down, he acknowledged. Anders had always understood that the nanos got it right when they chose a life mate for an immortal. He just hadn’t realized how right it could be. When he was with Valerie, he felt at peace. He enjoyed her smile, her laughter, her chatter, her sense of humor, her everything. He enjoyed just being with her, even if they were saying nothing. And he definitely enjoyed their passion.

We’re going to your place tonight?” she asked with surprise. Anders lowered his hand to his side, the stake dangling from his fingers. Expression solemn, he said, “I am. But I think you should stay here. I think that’s probably best until you make your decision.” Valerie frowned. “What do you mean?” Anders grimaced and glanced away, “Well, I’ve been thinking that life mate sex is pretty mind-blowing and addictive.” “I’ve noticed,” she admitted wryly, bending slightly to pat Roxy, who had been lying down beside her, but now stood and pressed against her leg. “That being the case,” he continued gently, “I thought perhaps it might be best if we abstain until you’ve made your decision.” Valerie straightened slowly to stare at him. “Abstain?” “Yes,” he said solemnly, and then added, “You need to have a clear head to make a decision as big as this and constantly being bombarded with pleasure, your body and mind crying out with it . . . well, it will just muddy your thinking and delay your decision.” Valerie frowned. “But—” “It’s for the best,” he added solemnly. Valerie narrowed her eyes. “How long are we supposed to abstain?” “Like I said, until you’ve made your decision,” Anders answered. “But what if it takes a while?” she asked. “Then we’ll wait a while. Years if we have to,” he assured her. “Honey, I want you happy and you’re worth waiting for.” “But I’m happy when we—” Flushing, she cut herself off and said instead, “And if I decide I’m willing to be your life mate?” “Then I’ll rip your clothes off and make love to you until you can’t stand,” he said as if they were discussing the weather. “And if I decide I’m not willing to risk being your life mate?” she asked. Frustration filled his expression. “Valerie, there is no risk here. The nanos don’t make mistakes. This is a sure bet. The only game where you can’t lose. All you have to do is be willing to accept the gift they’re offering us.

Creating a Simple Installation Script Create a script to install a list of software packages: Open a new file with a .sh extension: nano install-software.sh Add the following lines to the file: #!/bin/bash sudo apt update sudo apt install -y gimp vlc firefox Save and close the file (Ctrl+O, then Ctrl+X). Make the script executable: chmod +x install-software.sh Run the script: ./install-software.sh Final Thoughts

Raymond Kurzweil’s vision of a brain chip (probably a nano-device or neural dust)

Let's be careful about tampering with functional systems which we're (not yet) able to fully recreate.

U zemlji Tintirimintiri pre leta tristatri živeo jedan kralj. Zvali su ga »Čvrsta ruka«, bio je silnik, srca tvrda, bio je bahat i rogobatan i pomalo nemilosrdan. Uh! Uh! Uh! I bila jedna guščarica što je sa puno pompe nosila haljetak od cica i velike drvene klompe. Kad je video guščaricu kralj navrat-nanos oseti veliki ljubavni zanos. Ah! Ah! Ah! Al’ ona pokaza u više mahova da joj nije stalo do kraljevih »ahova« baš ni malo. Kralj je saleće, voli je sve žešće, al’ ona neće i sve češće neće ni da čuje. Ni da čuje za starog i debelog kralja. Jer, imala je ona svog kozara i od njih ne beše lepšeg para nadaleko. Zato kralj odluči da postane mlađi, vitkiji, i za njeno oko pitkiji kako tako. Probao je čarobni nar ali je ostao star. Probao je veštičji napitak (nimalo, nimalo pitak!) al’ da l’ je postao vitak veliko je pitanje. Jednog dana, dobi poruku tajnu: »Želiš li mladost sjajnu otiđi kriomice do stare vodenice ujedno i valjarice što sukno i čoju valja za izradu kraljevskih halja svečanih!« U gluvo doba, kriomice kralj ode do valjarice gde nađe kozara Pavla prerušenog u đavla vrlo vešto. Kralj reče: »Slušaj me, rogati, učiniću te bogatim. Ja želim mladost i to trajnu, primeni veštinu tajnu«. A Pavao reče: »Kroz ove maljeve propustio sam mnoge kraljeve. Lezi evo ovde«. Kralj leže... Kad počeše maljevi po leđima kraljevim, po leđima kraljevim, po leđima kraljevim kralj posta mek k’o čoja i reče: »Guščarica je tvoja!« Još stoji stara vodenica ujedno i valjarica. Još žito melje, sukno valja... A na potoku što je kreće odjekuje pesma pralja o podmlađivanju kralja. Tako se to zbilo, pre leta tristatri, u zemlji Tintirimintiri. A Tintirimintirljani –to svi znaju sa svojim sirotim kraljevima malčice grubo postupaju.

Maybe this was how married people got boring so suddenly, with one nano-compromise after another until they lived in a thoroughly half-assed world. But if being married meant being boring, then being boring meant absolutely everything to him.

As technology advances with jet like speed and the world is talking of Artificial Intelligence, Nano Technology, Quantum Computing and 5G, we are busy rewarding regurgitating of facts and dates and our definition of genius is based on remembering facts and dates.

The Human Heart CONSIDER, FOR example, the human heart and its accompanying circulatory system. The human heart is vastly superior to any human artifact. Every second it undergoes a cycle of contraction and expansion, and beats continually and faithfully for the duration of a human lifetime. It starts beating in the womb and in eighty years will beat about two billion times. The cardiac muscle itself consists of an interconnected syncytium of billions of muscle cells specially adapted to resist fatigue and contract autonomously without external activation or control. Within the cardiac muscle cells there are trillions of tightly packed molecular arrays of contractile filaments whose regular rhythmic lengthening and shortening generate the cardiac cycle. At rest each of us needs about a fourth a liter of oxygen per minute to satisfy our energy needs.30 This involves the movement every minute of one hundred trillion oxygen molecules across every square millimeter of the alveolar surface of the lungs. And with every contraction the heart pumps one hundred billion red blood cells through hundreds of kilometers of tiny capillaries.31 Coursing through the capillaries in the lungs, each of these tiny nano-machines carries one billion molecules of oxygen (O2) from the lungs to the tissues, each loosely bound to an iron atom in the hemoglobin. By the heart’s unceasing activity it ensures a bountiful supply of oxygen to provide us with the vital energy of life. The red cells themselves, no less than the heart, are also miracles of bioengineering. During its 120-day lifetime in the circulatory system, each red cell makes hundreds of thousands of circuits, covering hundreds of miles. It is only because the red cell membranes are uniquely soft and strong—one hundred times softer than a latex membrane of comparable thickness but stronger than steel32—that they can withstand these repeated deformations as they squeeze though the smallest capillaries, which in many cases have a diameter of five microns, almost half the diameter of the average red blood cell.

Whenever and whomever is facing fear of death, remember my words there is no death, if you die you will wake up next morning, either on earth or heaven or hell or time trap but anyhow somewhere you will definitely wake up, so once wake up remember always one thing you are here to explore, But if you decide to protect or destroy or love then you will have responsibilities, thus responsibilities makes you old, responsibilities causes diseases, Real life is living life as you explore, you taste each every nano or femto bit of second in each and every entities you see, observe, recognize, deal with, within the universe and beyond, Death is just a dream , at least for me

The Origins of Disease Our consciousness, expressed through our behavior and actions, determines the quality and strength of the bonds in every atom in our being. Selfish egocentric consciousness undermines the bonds, disrupts the healthy recycling of atoms in our body, and makes us vulnerable to the environmental influences of illness and aging. In the simplest of terms, when we’re reactive, living a life governed by self-interest, our atoms resonate with this same intelligence. They will tend to want to dump (instead of share) their negative load (electrons) on neighboring atoms to make themselves happy and stable. When the negative consciousness of one group of atoms is the opposite of the sharing consciousness of neighboring atoms, their atomic bonds are weak. Their opposing natures repel each other, inevitably leading to separation and space between atoms on the physical level.