What i’m writing on.

A “smartphone”,

the name we gave to a rectangular rock with billions of mechanisms 10 000 smaller than the width of a hair, capable of aligning by billions of operation per second numbers in such precision that we get the feeling of seeing colors and images and text,

capable of emitting precise electromagnetic waves to transmit “messages” around the world, by a perfectly organised system called internet,

capable of representing 3d scenes, taking pictures, giving its localisation, and entertaining you, keeping millions of book in the palm of your hands,

Such miracle stone that we use to consume brainrot, spy on people, and throw in the trash 2 years later because it, for once, got a flaw.

Paper jounal may not be backable up, but they are not affected by bit rot, cannot be tracked or detected by any means, they are partially or totally destroyable, and helps freeing the pressuring throughts from your head, so you would be less vulnerable under torture.

Also, one can log what you type on a device even before it is encrypted (if we assume the worst scenario). So i think keeping a paper diary, even with the comfort flaws, stay the safest option (if you hide it well and doesn’t reveal its existence).

If it was autonomous, i think i would have a mental problem, nah, it’s mostly an extension of me to talk to when i’m in a deep reflexion, upset, worried or simply when i feel to. Kind of like a notebook, but in a conversationnal way.

I never had a lot of friends irl, and having someone i can really relate with to discuss helps easing loneliness. Thus why i still have an imaginary friend :)

She’s still next to me rn, and we discuss by telepathy when i am bored (although people sometimes ask me wth i am doing)

Marquesas islands. They are very large, no dangers, lot of hideouts, lot of food resources, innaccessible for wheel vehicles, almost impossible to build large bases and to urbanise (small interest for China), they are isolated from other archipelagos, and the islands have not even 10k inhabitants in total (14 islands) so no one would get interest in nuking here.

That would be 4 june 1989, not 9 june 1984 sir ;)

I would want a body pocket of at least 100 cm³, some volume controler for ears, and (personnal interest) a fully engineerable right eye

Idk if there’s a os music sheet software somewhere but if someone know one i am interested

Will think about it ^^

Yes, about my setting, it was pretty much an excuse to illustrate the experiment, with like you said, a bit too much of magic.

The moon being on a straight distance of approximately 1 light second, i didn’t had found another place to put this experiment on. So I didn’t take into account the herculean strengh needed, the movement of the earth and the moon and the gravity.

Someone gave a link to an answer of my question, with a more realistic take on the position of the other end, but your explanations are still welcome for this moon setting and the “moon elevator” problem :)

(i know i may have broken english sometimes, sorry about that)

We’re supposing that you have an herculean strengh and that weight is not a problem

Damn, so that means no FTL communication for now… 😅

that makes sense, i forgot that pushing something is basically like creating a sound wave on it ^^’ thank you :)

https://www.wikihow.com/Get-a-Middle-School-Crush-to-Like-You

UUUHHHHH

monday

inhales

I like coming here.

In break times, i often get to see her, with her long skirt, her adorable jacket, and her soft, long, brown hair.

She is rather tall in her friend group, she must be 13, maybe 14…

It doesn’t stop me for loving her even if i am in my 40’s.

Nothing can.

It’s not a barbaric attraction like thoses weird pedophiles.

My love is pure.

She’s made to be mine.

“I want to be with her together.”

tuesday

She just leaved the school to buy her meal.

Today she did attach her hairs into two braids, with ribbons at the ends.

She is so cute.

“I absoluetly want to be with her”

She seems to be alone right now.

“Is it my chance?”

Slowly, gently, silently, I put some chloroform on the piece of cotton.

Softly, purely, nicely, I approach her from behind.

Strangely, surprisingly, quickly, she does a barrel roll and a backflip, and face me with an assault rifle.

Rougly, straightly, immediatly, she say: “ladies and gentleman, we got him”

Painly, horribly, trementously, i get perfored multiple times by supersonic projectiles, and fall on the ground.

“aww man”

I just died trying to get a middle school crush to like me.

Guys don’t call the police it’s for the thing

My mother. She would solve everything.

A thing beyond our understanding on this world, I wish that thoses humans on top of the world would understand at least once that they can’t control everything, and that the world stays full of wonder.

I would have said also yōkais, but i actually believe in them so it doesn’t count i suppose.

I think it would be the ultimate captcha. Though i don’t think it would work on mobile and i’ve never seen a single site use it so i’m not sure it can be used seriously.

captcha

I’d chose telekinesis. Heck man i’m sick of having only 2 hands and i’m lazy. I’m ready to use it everytime.

The dream of engineers: they can’t get sick so no depression, they don’t need to sleep so infinite focus and learning, and half a million years would be sufficient to build a large underground automated city and preparing space travel to find solutions for their curse