To be honest, I think it looks a lot like one of the new stealth drones, seen from the rear. There are several in development, and they all have a roughly similar shape (because they all need to solve the same aerodynamic problems).
This one’s a British Taranis, but lots of countries are making their own.
It is interesting the way child’s play reflects the times. Ring a ring of rosies. Pocket full of posies. Achoo Achoo we all fall down.
I researched nursery rhymes years ago. It’s sad and yet fascinating how children learn to adapt to hard times and even manage to find ways to turn the horrors around them into a game.
TIL children develop and share their own unique folklore (called ‘childlore’), including rhymes and games, which often disappear by adolescence and go unnoticed by adults.
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There’s a heartbreaking article from the 90s about how homeless children in Miami developed their own religion/folklore with mythology based around practical concerns, like abandoned refrigerators being the gateways to hell, because they’re dangerous.
This brings back childhood memories. Due to some really creepy stuff that happened to me when I was about 5, I developed a fear of the dark. I remember laying in bed at night, thinking I could see things. The blanket folded across the foot of my bed was some sort of animal and even the clothes hanging in my closet (which is why you will never see an open closet door in my house). To calm my fears, I made up stories. The blobs hanging in the closet were aligators hanging onto the hangers by their long jaws. The blanket on my bed was one too. They were watching me. But why? I decided it was because they were waiting for me to go to sleep so they could play with my toys. I was okay with this thought. I had no issues with sharing my toys. This calmed me and allowed me to sleep.
Reminded me of a scifi story where a colony ship has (crash?)landed and the crew has died for some reason. But an automated process called mother keeps the incubators running, and machines feed the babies and play them voice recordings. A dozen children grow up but know zero about their past and they don’t understand the fragmented recordings. And they also make up myths and nursery rhymes about Fahrenheit and apogee, and start from scratch in the “stone ages” on that planet.
I thought chatGPT could be useful for once and help me find the name of that short-story… It suggested three book names which all didn’t fit. (I found them on my shelf.) It added that there are countless similar short-stories in anthologies. Well, yeah, I know that, that’s why I’m asking.
But well, how many short-stories can there be on that shelf, can’t be so difficult to find it?! … … Hm. Okay, first, lets exclude the non-English books. … … (Half an hour later) … … I find the story in an English “Reclam” pocketbook that has German footnotes for readers that explain words like “melliferous”.
I give ChatGPT a last chance and add more details to my request. It suggests one more story with a similar theme. And then it started hallucinating a non-existent book from an existing author paired with a The Simpson episode title, echoing my words and claiming that was the summary.
So I typed the story name and author from the book I had in front of me… And ChatGPT was all, “oh yeah, that one, I knew that of course, good find.” Rrrright. Inside Mother by Pat De Graw. (Not famous.)
Reclam Verlag is a German publishing house, … particularly well known for… simple paperback editions of literary classics for schools and universities.
Yes horizon zero dawn played around with this idea too in a big way. One of the most heartbreaking moments in the game was exploring those nurserys and finding out what happened to them.
It also reminded me of a short series that aired in the UK in the 90s where a train crashed that was carrying some sort of cryo stasis fluid and frozen the passengers.
They dethaw after an unknown amount of time and find themselves in a world of ruin with no people around.
They come across information of a sort of Arc where humanity might still be alive and make the journey there. Along the way they meet various tribes and scavengers who’ve long since forgot the purpose of everything and given new meaning to the world around em.
I think this was my first introduction to this sort of sci fi story telling.
I don’t imagine it holds up well, it was a very ambitious show for its time when budgets weren’t what they are now, and ITV were certainly not the BBC budget wise.
Speaking of horizon zero dawn, I saw someone post this morning about an imitator making its way to us
Yes My son can play any instrument you put in front of him. When he went to his first guitar shop, I shared that piece of advice with him before he walked in.
He used to stick to Home Sweet Home, which is pretty cool on an organ. No idea what he riffs on these days. Maybe Mastadon
Bomb threats. Thats what we now have here. Threats against leaders in both parties. No actual bombs so far. Please people. Stay calm. The bad thing about anger is that it keeps people from thinking rationally. I am afraid of the things that may happen next year.
Hey America, don’t feel so bad. The internet brain rot rabbit hole got to us too, we let the head of a known crime family run independently and looks like he got a lot of votes “for the lulz” from first time voters