Miura immediately points out one important element: God can exist, but why such an immense,

powerful creature has to be necessary good too? Why the compassion? Why does our conception of
perfection include things like being good? The God Miura introduces is not something like what we
think God should be: it is a God created by the constant seek for knowledge that lies within every
man. Because men are fragile, insecure, we use to ask ourselves questions and we need to believe in
something strong, something that cannot collapse, something solid, to keep living without sinking
into the fear. God is created from this necessity of stability, it exists because men wanted it to exist,
and because we actually needed it to exist. The fact that this God is in the end an evil God is kind of
logic: it has been created by men and by our weaknesses, so this Being has to be made by the
deepest and the most true elements that form men, our natural impulses, our true form, which isn’t
of course something close to “being good” and stuff like that, but it is mostly focused on the “being
better than the others”, on a continuous attempt to prevail on other people, on our will to be
superior, to be the best, to beat, to win, to possess. We are exactly the denial of all the elements and
the characteristics that form our moral. God is Evil because man is evil, his nature is evil. Morality
has been created later on, it doesn’t belong to human’s nature.

Yea verily, though I charge through the valley of the shadow of death, fear no evil, for I am driving
a house-sized vehicle with 11 barrels of "fuck you" - Bernatus Montgomerus, 24th Philippinian
Regiment
"Badass Astartes? Badass?, you try fighting all these xenos with a flashlight as your main weapon
and toilet paper as your armor! Survive for 65 days and then we can call you badass! - Sgt. Foleus,
3rd Philippnian Regiment
Just a few quotes that sounded badass.

"To BE A man in such times is to be one amongst untold billions. It is to live in the cruellest and
most bloody regime imaginable. These are the tales of those times. Forget the power of technology
and science, for so much has been forgotten, never to be ге-learned. Forget the promise of progress
and understanding, for in the grim dark future there is only war. There is no peace amongst the
stars, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of thirsting gods."

O kas jei homo sapiens buvo labiau atsilikes žmonių porušis nuo nendrataliešių? (tikuosi nieko
nesupainojau ir supratote, ką norėjau pasakyti) Gal mes per daug egosentriški pripažinti, kad
,,geresni'' tiesiog susilieju su ,,prastesniais"?

* Jie išgyveno ilgiau už mus

* Jie turėjo didesnes smegenis
* Jų kūnas buvo geriau išvystitas
* Jie mokėjo užgyditi žaizdas
* Pati mintis, kad mes juos nukonkuravome skamba kvailai
* Klimato pokyčiai porūšiui, kuris sugebėjo išgyventi apie 100000 metų neturėjo būti tokie mirtini.
Juk nendrataliečiai ,,patys nėre į šaltį", tai kas jei ledynmetis pats atėjo pas juos? Tai labiau turėjo
pakenkti ,,mums".
* Jie buvo ,,apex predator", kitaip tariant, stovėjo mitybos grandines viršuje, ko negalim pasakyti
apie ,,homo sapiens" protėvius.
* Mokėjo gamintis ginklus, taip pat ir svaidomuosius.
* Naudojo drabužius
* Mokėjo kalbėti (bent tyrimai rodo jų potencialą)
* Turėjo daugiau laiko nei męs tobulėti
* Religijos užuomazgos
* Didelis jų kūnas buvo atsparesnis šalčiui, nei mūsų, o didelis jo maitinimas galėjo būti pakirstas,
savo naikinimu. Tai reiškia, kad ilgėjo ir badavimo laikotarpis.
* Jie bendradarbavo ir tarp jų vyko tokie patys santykiai, kaip ir tarp mūsų.
* Pasikeitusi medžiokles aplinka turėjo pirma išnaikinti pirma silpnesnius žmones, mus, o ne
stipresnius nendrataliečius.

Moving the Ping-Pong ball just one pixel across the screen required thousands of 1s and 0s,
generated by transistors in the computer’s processor that were switching open and shut 2.5 million
times per second. Boahen had expected to find elegance at the heart of his new computer. Instead he
found a Lilliputian bureaucracy of binary code. “I was totally disgusted,” he recalls. “It was so brute
force.” That disillusionment inspired a dream of a better solution, a vision that would eventually
guide his career.

Boahen has since crossed the Atlantic Ocean and become a prominent scientist at Stanford
University in California. There he is working to create a computer that will fulfill his boyhood
vision—a new kind of computer, based not on the regimented order of traditional silicon chips but
on the organized chaos of the human brain. Designing this machine will mean rejecting everything
that we have learned over the past 50 years about building computers. But it might be exactly what
we need to keep the information revolution going for another 50.

The human brain runs on only about 20 watts of power, equal to the dim light behind the pickle jar
in your refrigerator. By contrast, the computer on your desk consumes a million times as much
energy per calculation. If you wanted to build a robot with a processor as smart as the human brain,
it would require 10 to 20 megawatts of electricity. “Ten megawatts is a small hydroelectric plant,”
Boahen says dismissively. “We should work on miniaturizing hydroelectric plants so we can put
them on the backs of robots.” You would encounter similar problems if you tried to build a medical
implant to replace just 1 percent of the neurons in the brain, for use in stroke patients. That implant
would consume as much electricity as 200 households and dissipate as much heat as the engine in a
Porsche Boxster.

“Energy efficiency isn’t just a matter of elegance. It fundamentally limits what we can do with
computers,” Boahen says. Despite the amazing progress in electronics technology—today’s
transistors are 1/100,000 the size that they were a half century ago, and computer chips are 10
million times faster—we still have not made meaningful progress on the energy front. And if we do
not, we can forget about truly intelligent humanlike machines and all the other dreams of radically
more powerful computers.

Even before she was aware of danger, subconscious regions of her brain were assessing the threat.
Cued to the presence of a novel stimulus, the brain deployed the orienting reflex, a cousin of the
startle reflex. Within milliseconds Yellowtail’s heart rate and breathing slowed. A brain region
called the superior colliculus turned her head and slewed her eyes so that the densest part of the
retina, the fovea, formed a detailed image of the cat. The visual information then flowed via the
thalamus to the visual cortex and the amygdala, the key brain center for evaluating threat. Her
pattern-recognition system found a match in the flow of sensory information. It recognized a pair of
eyes, then the outline of a feline head. In less than half a second, before her cortex even had time to
complete the match and recognize what she was seeing, her emotional circuitry had already
assessed the situation: It was bad. Subconsciously, her brain also determined that the threat was not
immediately pressing, and so a region called the ventral column of the periaqueductal gray (PAG)
triggered attentive immobility. This is generally considered the first stage of the fear response,
because it tends to occur when the threat is far away or not yet aware of the subject’s presence. The
goal is to keep it that way.

When a person is frozen with fear, she is motionless but far from passive. With cortisol and
adrenaline coursing through her body, she is primed for physical action, alert and intensely focused.
The heart rate slows and blood pressure shoots up. Muscles tense and the pupils dilate. The body
may tremble and the eyes bulge. If the fear is intense, the mind might be plunged into a state called
hypervigilance, in which a person scans the environment rapidly and randomly, unable to think
through the available options clearly.

Yellowtail had entered a third phase of the fear response, a state known as tonic immobility, or
quiescence—in lay terms, playing possum. When an animal is seized by an attacker, the caudal
ventrolateral region of the PAG generates a response that from the outside looks like total collapse.
In the teeth of a full-blown sympathetic response, the parasympathetic system now swings into
overdrive. The body, insensitive to pain, goes completely limp, often falling to the ground as
awkwardly as rag doll, limbs splayed, head thrown back. Eyes closed, it trembles, defecates, and
lies still. It looks, in a word, dead.

This is the position of utter despair, a final, last-ditch Hail Mary pass of a strategy. The one hope of
quiescence is that the attacker, thinking its quarry has expired, will stop attacking. In Yellowtail’s
case, the mountain lion appeared to react to her quiescence. Momentarily it released its grip. That
was enough. In an instant she snapped out of her dissociative dream state and was sputtering back
up to the air. Without reason, without thought, she started running again, flailing so hard that she
ran right out of one of her hip boots.

Yellowtail had worked her way through to the last of the four fs, the fight, or aggressive defense,
response. Like quiescence, aggressive defense is a tactic of last resort. People in the throes of full
sympathetic overdrive are capable of totally uninhibited, blind violence. They will use any weapon
and inflict any injury they can. On the battlefield this impulse may be useful in the heat of fighting,
but it can also lead to reckless, even mindless, behavior. And it is very difficult to shut off. Once the
cortex has yielded control to the PAG, there is no getting it back until the shouting is over. The
annals of military history are filled with tales of soldiers who kept slaughtering well after the battle
was over.

Kai kurios gyvates sugeba i6 suestu gyvunu isgauti nuodus ir juos naudoti gynyboje. Jais uzpildo
savo liaukias kurias naudoja gynybai. Juos iskleidzia, kai uzpuolama i prieso burna...

Ok, here's a kevlar vest, a helmet, and a laser gun that's a glorified flashlight. Now we need you and
your buddies to take out an 8-foot tall corrupted superhuman in powered armour who wears skulls
and chain with fights with a machine gun that shoots artillery rounds. As always, the Commissars
will be on the lookout for anybody who has any funny ideas about retreating. The Emperor protects.
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And that is why the Imperial Guard owns.

I have tried to lift France out of the mud. But she will return to her errors and vomitings. I cannot
prevent the French from being French.
Charles de Gaulle

Posterity: you will never know how much it has cost my generation to preserve your freedom. I
hope you will make good use of it.
John Quincy Adams

There are no extraordinary men... just extraordinary circumstances that ordinary men are forced to
deal with.
William Halsey

Apologetizmas

Post hoc ergo propter hoc