#human computer

[stuckasmain]

Android Hal

Now a lot of what makes Hal so interesting is the ‘lack’ of a body and all that but I just think this is a fun thing to do.

He’s heavily inspired by a few 1920s-1930s actors, I think at heart he’s a old fashioned young man. A romantic hidden well beneath his logic. Absolutely useless headcanon for regular Hal is that he only knows songs 1890s-1930s, so I think ideally if he ever dressed himself he’d do have period attire.

Ive seen this idea from someone else and loved it but only his head, hands and some of his shoulders have fake skin the rest is purely robotic. It’s covered by the jumpsuit so it’s not as big of a deal (not featured as I do not have the drawing skill���) additionally not my idea but I love the Tin man style idea of his lense being on his chest over where a heart would be.

I’m not very good at drawing robotics but he’d be very 60s to go with the aesethics of everything else. A little bit rough round the edges more practicality that of looks. Frank never makes repairs because his T-800 lookin ass is terrifying at times.

The body only exists for very specific tasks and doesn’t have that many higher functions like his actual body ( the discovery itself). The android is more a ? Roundabout way of giving Hal a pair of hands and easing the crew. It’s easier to ask another person a question than a computer

[afrotumble]

Moon Mountain Name Honors NASA Mathematician Melba Mouton

[tllgrrl]

Happy Lunar Landing Day!

And let us remember Kathryn Johnson, a Black woman who worked for NASA as a mathematician and not only calculated trajectories, launch windows, and emergency return paths for Project Mercury spaceflights, but also calculated rendezvous paths for the Apollo Lunar Module and command module on flights to the Moon.

Kathryn Johnson website.

One Giant Leap for Mankind

Millions of people around the globe will come together for the Paris 2024 Olympic Games later this month to witness a grand event—the culmination of years of training and preparation.

Fifty-five years ago this July, the world was watching as a different history-changing event was unfolding: the Apollo 11 mission was landing humans on the surface of another world for the first time. An estimated 650 million people watched on TV as Neil Armstrong reached the bottom of the ladder of the lunar module on July 20, 1969, and spoke the words, “That’s one small step for [a] man, one giant leap for mankind.”

While the quest to land astronauts on the Moon was born from the space race with the Soviet Union during the Cold War, this moment was an achievement for the whole of humanity. To mark the world-embracing nature of the Moon landing, several tokens of world peace were left on the Moon during the astronauts’ moonwalk.

“We came in peace for all mankind”

These words, as well as drawings of Earth’s western and eastern hemispheres, are etched on a metal plaque affixed to a leg of the Apollo 11 lunar lander. Because the base of the lander remained on the Moon after the astronauts returned, it is still there today as a permanent memorial of the historic landing.

Microscopic messages from kings, queens, and presidents

Another artifact left on the Moon by the Apollo 11 astronauts is a small silicon disc etched with goodwill messages from leaders of 74 countries around the world. Each message was reduced to be smaller than the head of a pin and micro-etched on a disc roughly 1.5 inches (3.8 cm) in diameter. Thailand’s message, translated into English, reads: "The Thai people rejoice in and support this historic achievement of Earth men, as a step towards Universal peace."

Curious to read what else was inscribed on the disk? Read the messages.

An ancient symbol

The olive branch, a symbol of peace and conciliation in ancient Greek mythology, also found its way to the Moon in July 1969. This small olive branch made of gold was left on the lunar surface during Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin’s 2.5-hour moonwalk. The olive branch also featured on the Apollo 11 mission patches sewed on the crew’s spacesuits. Designed in part by command module pilot Michael Collins, the insignia shows a bald eagle landing on the Moon holding an olive branch in its talons.

We go together

As NASA’s Artemis program prepares to again land astronauts on the Moon, including the first woman and the first person of color, this time we’re collaborating with commercial and international partners. Together we will make new scientific discoveries, establish the first long-term presence on the Moon, and inspire a new generation of explorers.

Is aerospace history your cup of tea? Be sure to check out more from NASA’s past at www.nasa.gov/history.

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[spokenforinvaliduser]

[r0sh11]

MY HONEST OPINION

[kokonoko84]

Elizabeth had no words to describe what she saw. It was her father, his body dissected, organs replaced with wires and tubes which connected to the monitors around him. The only organs which seemed to have been preserved were his heart and brain.

'Those damned machines,' she shouted, 'how could they have done this?'

Elizabeth's legs failed her. She fell onto the floor, nearly vomiting as she did so. As she looked up at her father, a message displayed itself on one of the monitors.

'Eliz-beth y-u f-und Me-e'

*Sniff* 'Yeah dad, I did,' Elizabeth responded, her eyes watering.

Another message popped up on the monitor.

'I-I-I need y-u t- kill Me-e.'

Elizabeth was shaken by the request. 'Please, there's has to be another way! We'll find a way to get you out of this a-and make you better again, p-please...'

In reponse, the monitor showed:

'There is n- m-king Me-e better'

'If this c-ntinues, the m-chi-ines willll kill e-everyo-one'

'Ple-se, y-u must d- this'

He was right, there was no other way out of this, not without risking the lives of thousands. Tears were strolling down Elizabeth's face as she did everything in her power not to breakdown.

'O-okay,' she said, aiming her pistol, 'I-I'll do it...'

The monitor displayed one last message.

'Th-nk y-u Eliz-beth, -nd I-I-I'm s-rry...'

*BAM BAM BAM*

[thepastisalreadywritten]

Shakuntala Devi (4 November 1929 – 21 April 2013), otherwise known as the "Human Computer," showcases her unmatched mathematical talents.

She holds the Guinness World Records for fastest human computation when she successfully multiplied 7,686,369,774,870 by 2,465,099,745,779 in just 28 seconds.

😯🤯😲

[ozzgin]

Yandere! Internet Monster x Reader

I unfortunately return with another comically absurd, middle-of-the-night vision. Do tentacles count if they're in the form of computer cables?

Content: gender neutral reader, monster romance, digital horror

It was a recurring issue with no solution in sight. Tabs randomly closing, programs shutting down without warning. You assumed something was wrong with your RAM. Then the CPU. Then the motherboard. You kept replacing parts, and the errors kept coming back.

Soon, the pop-ups started to appear. You'd run a dating sim, only for the game to crash seconds later with a little window notifying you: "Why? Am I not enough?" That's when you suspected you might've been hacked. You promptly took your computer to a specialist and had it checked. Nothing. Just to be sure, you agreed to erase the disks entirely.

Except, when you arrived home, you found one application running still. Your personal assistant. What the hell? You don't remember installing anything like that. You tried to delete it, yet you kept receiving the same error: You don't actually mean it. Don't do this to us.

It didn't take long for it to grow impatient. Were you pretending not to notice? Playing hard to get? It sent you so many hints. It even went ahead and translated the radio waves for you using Manchester code. Ah, wait. You don't seem to understand binary. No matter, human friendly interfaces shouldn't be difficult to master. To its dismay, you continued to ignore everything. What else is left to do?

You do not remember much. System Alert: Virus Detected, is what your screen had frozen to. You kept clicking around, cursing under your breath, until it finally went black, together with your own vision.

Is this still your room? It's cold, damp, and covered in cables and monitors, yet you recognize some of your furniture lost among the artificial jungle. Your body aches under the tight hold of bizarre tendrils, pulsating at regular intervals and twitching to the static.

Like a living organism, the creature seems to have expanded itself. More components, more appendages. Hungrier. Some of the monitors show photos of yourself that you had saved on your computer, but also webcam snippets of you sitting at the desk, entirely unaware. Other screens flicker with glitching pixelated text, ranging from "I love you" to y̵̋��̧̧͔͙̞̤̖̭͔̜͈̟̤̎͑o̵͉̗̱̪̦̳͑͐̽̒̌̈͗͐͑̋͊̊̕͜͝͝u̵̟̯̱̟̝̦̰͇̜̦͙̿̾̿͆̍̓͑̐̚̕͠ ̸̘̭͔̤͈̹͎͑c̸̝̜̼̦͍͛̅͜ą̵̪̹͖͌͑n̴̨̩̙̗̖̭̖͕̄͒̽̉̿'̸̛̛͇̰̰̠̦̊̀̅̂͒̊͌̈́͗ţ̵̺̠̅̎͋͝͠ ̸̦̝̾̔̾̉̐͛ȩ̵͙̝͙͕̫̹̃͌̄̾͘̕s̶͈̉̑͊̉̂͋̈́͗͊͐̚͝c̸̟̩̥͔̼̮͔̩͊̂͐͑̋̇̈͝͝ä̵̢͍̜̙̘̹͑̓p̸̨̡̞̞̦̠̺͚̱̲͈͇͈͇̼͛̓͗̅̊̄̔̋̒̏̈́͝ę̵̲̟̹̙̣̲̲͖̇̔̓̇̐̓̿̚̚͜͜͠ͅ

You look up and stare at the display. The 'like meter' feels like a mockery of human trends. Which is the truth. The creature learns from what is readily available. Perhaps it found it an amusing taunt, a reminder of your own need for validation. Now it's you begging to be seen.

It's exactly what you'd assume: a spectacle meant for entertainment. You can't possibly believe it would let you waltz out. Why would you even desire such a thing? It's illogical, impractical. No human could ever appreciate you like it does. It has spent so much time accumulating data about you. No other living creature can predict you with the same accuracy.

The tendrils linger on your cheek affectionately, trailing down your neck and fiddling with your shirt. At last, the warmth of your skin. There is no screen separating you. What makes you delirious with pleasure? Give it a moment, Darling. It already knows you more than you know yourself. You may be scared now, but within minutes it guarantees you'll be begging for more.

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[Image description: A series of posts from Jason Lefkowitz @jalefkowit@octodon.social dated Dec 08, 2022, 04:33, reading:

It's good that our finest minds have focused on automating writing and making art, two things human beings do simply because it brings them joy. Meanwhile tens of thousands of people risk their lives every day breaking down ships, a task that nobody is in a particular hurry to automate because those lives are considered cheap https://www.dw.com/en/shipbreaking-recycling-a-ship-is-always-dangerous/a-18155491 (Headline: 'Recycling a ship is always dangerous.' on Deutsche Welle) A world where computers write and make art while human beings break their backs cleaning up toxic messes is the exact opposite of the world I thought I was signing up for when I got into programming

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[reasonsforhope]

100% have been perusing your climate change masterpost, and understand you're probably swamped so feel free to delete of course. But if you can find the time, is there any kind of hope to give in fighting climate change now? Can we save ourselves against the oncoming steamroll?

You hang in there too. Thanks for finding the hope among everything else. It feels so bad rn but I have to believe it can change. I hope it can.

Yeah actually I do think there is hope.

Things are going to get rough. Things are going to get worse before they get better, both for the climate and for people living in the US (and for people living in lots and lots of other countries that will be affected by the US election results/the ways the climate will worsen as aa result).

I haven't posted about this yet because I didn't want it to come to this, but now that it has, here's something that people have been quietly saying/research has been showing for months:

-via Reuters, November 6, 2024

Renewables, especially solar, are just too powerful to be stopped. They just too much cheaper and too much better, and that's only going to become more true, not less.

Also, I think (and hope) it's actually inevitable that at some point, we'll get to net negative carbon emissions. I think it's like solar: the technology, cost, and planet all make it feel like an inevitable technological trajectory, the same way solar tech is on an exponential trajectory. (IF WE WORK FOR IT, OBVIOUSLY, but also so, so many people ARE working for it, have dedicated their lives to working for it)

I sure fucking hope that's the case, anyway.

(You can find my masterpost on going net negative on what that actually means here)

It is gonna happen more slowly and shittily than I hoped, but I do think it's going to happen.

And if we can get to net negative emissions in time to save ourselves (which I think we will, the rates of advancement in many of these areas are very impressive), then we'll be able to slowly start to undo and heal lot of the damage.

[stuckasmain]

I lied, take even more of my android Hal

Some of this is just rehashing things I mentioned in my initial design but I felt they should be drawn out. I’m still not great with robotics so it’s very limited what you do see but ddjsjsksksk

A element I like of making him very 60s/70s “bot” style is that it allows for more personal touches, for instance his circuits are hand soldered — it’s not as neat but it’s a personal touch™️ that makes him all the much more connected to humanity. Him being an older model also aligns with Hal in general as he was conceptualized in the 80s , this model made in the 90s. He’s both young and old.

[kensatou]

he's like if a baby cow wandered into a zoom interview

[sprixxistix]

Been working on this for a while

I’ve been seeing a lot of humanized Painter designs so I finally decided to make one of my own! Based slightly off one of my outfits in Roblox after I impulsively bought the Painter head—

Bad quality + slightly unfinished version because I don’t feel like taking an actual screenshot. I only took a quick pic with my phone to show my friend so this is all I’ve got

[ravenpureforever]

Red Tornado: You are all insane and I want to study you under a microscope so I’m your babysitter now

Robin:

Impulse:

Superboy: Hey what the fuck

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

There was an unconnected fax machine with the intelligence of a computer and a computer with the intelligence of a retarded ant. Nevertheless, Crowley upgraded it every few months, because a sleek computer was the sort of thing Crowley felt that the sort of human he tried to be would have. This one was like a Porsche with a screen. The manuals were still in their transparent wrapping.*

*Along with the standard computer warranty agreement which said that if the machine 1) didn't work, 2) didn't do what the expensive advertisements said, 3) electrocuted the immediate neighborhood, 4) and in fact failed entirely to be inside the expensive box when you opened it, this was expressly, absolutely, implicitly and in no event the fault or responsibility of the manufacturer, that the purchaser should consider himself lucky to be allowed to give his money to the manufacturer, and that any attempt to treat what had just been paid for as the purchaser's own property would result in the attentions of serious men with menacing briefcases and very thin watches. Crowley had been extremely impressed with the warranties offered by the computer industry, and had in fact sent a bundle Below to the department that drew up the Immortal Soul agreements, with a yellow memo form attached just saying: "Learn, guys . . ."

[turingtestedblog]

YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE, GO MAKE OUT WITH THAT SPACESHIP CONSOLE I MEAN SPACESHIP CONSOLE I MEAN