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Doctor Who:Four Times The Doctor Has Lost Friends To The Cybermen
'Ascension Of The Cybermen', the first part of the promised epic two-part finale for Doctor Who series 12, has left fans on a massive cliffhanger, with The Master returning once again, the mysterious 'Boundary' appearing to be a portal to Gallifrey, and Graham and Yaz left to what seems to be certain doom, trapped aboard a Cyber-Warship with the Lone Cyberman and his army.
By Kristy Anderson6 years ago in Futurism
How to Improve Methodology with Integration of AI, What is the best automation tool in 2020?
We are living in a highly sensitive world. Perfection is a top priority of everyone, especially the ones building a software, Java application development or system. The application, system or software are becoming very complex and big. Therefore, there is no doubt about the fact that we should focus on improving the quality of the software development process. And, for that, the testing has to be superb as well. The testing techniques have to be absolutely amazing. The software development and testing process have to be of the highest quality. As we would want to adopt the latest and the best possible testing techniques. As even a small bug can have a severe impact. Even one bug can cause terrible loss to the company, thus, no software development and testing teams would want any kind of bug. Therefore, the companies are adopting the latest automated testing methods.
By divyeshaegis6 years ago in Futurism
It's getting hot in here
I am an Australian. My house or town was not personally impacted by the bushfires. My life has fortunately remained un-charred. I had some friends trapped on the coast. I had family told to be ready to evacuate. I had a friend almost lose her childhood home. Yet, I didn’t lose anything. But I feel the hurt from friends who no longer have a home town. And I ache hearing of my favourite places, bursting with natural beauty burning up, leaving a mountain of ash and the bones of animals in the wake of the fires. I ache for my country. I ache for the lost homes and businesses. I ache for the loss of life. Most of all, I ache for change.
By Megan Hemmings6 years ago in Futurism
Secret Discovery
Something about this morning felt different, inspiring even. As though nothing could shake this new found sense of purpose. For some reason, there was no yesterday only right now. Tomorrow had no place in thought. The freedom was amazing. Like the first bite of a rare fruit never tasted before. And now would search the world over for that perfect taste once more. Yeah, thats about right. Remembering traveled words “ Some might say that were dreaming. A million miles away yet even, seeing the blocks create. If only, ticking clocks could wait, phoney rocks would break when you hold it. Yet still just feel good about the moment .“ That poem filled the air around. There was no looking back now. This was that moment. The clock had struck still, all walls crumbled ahead. Destiny was now in arms reach. This was that timeless place. An existences were clarity and hope are normal schools of thought. Imagination and confidence are the creed of the land. Yes, this will be the place to grow. 3:30am shook all fear. It was as cold as it was gonna be. Right there in the comfort of safety and slight warmth of cowering a desicion had to be made. The day had come to dream with no safety net. No longer snuggling in the fear of success. Standing tall at the bow of life. Proud to believe in the possibilities. That spark in this one was clear. This would be the opportunity the elders envision. The time had come. A map was given to the last air in the cloak of a beautiful necklace with pendent. Of witch the town jeweler carved on the back of a siliver pendent holding a rare emerald stone. The local scientist was given the pendent to work on in secret. There were measures put in place so only one of royal blood could unlock the gates. The town boat maker gifts the young dreamer his greatest work with one simple word in iron from the town blacksmith “BELIEVER” Just before the ropes are released from the dock an old woman with the most oddly colored eyes gives the royal a shining turquoes ring and a leather bound weapons sack filled with paperwork and iron weapons of the highest quality then says “ this is your birthright “ reaching for the ring , light reviels an instcription saying “If not you, than who. If not now, than when.” Tears in the oddly colored eyes of the elderly woman lead to a proud smile and plesant joy. As she fades away. The elderly woman has a flash back of a time of peace and tranquillity. She is looking up at a huge man. Standing strong and proud with long charcoal black hair, strong and brown skin. With hands that could pick up a full grown goat. On one hand, the pinky finger he wore a shining turquoise ring. As the young elder looking up at him. The night sky reflecting off eyes the color of every land. He pulled off that ring and gave it to his daughter. Saying “Today you are our future, And one day, some day you will pass this on to our future. Until then guard our heritage with your life. This ring will guide you “ Then the great chief sailed off into the night. For the elder was a princess, and with her father the chief a king gone to find new land for the now fruitful group growing rapidly under his care. Success was a must. In the time of his absence she would now be queen. And the turquoise ring was proof of her crown. The jealousy of the village fighter was an inferno when he found out the chief put her in charge. War erupted in the village. The queen was hidden. For only her uncle the boat maker new the turquoise ring led to the truth. He set her a sail in a hand carved boat, with instructions on how to use the ring with the connection of the sun, moon and stars and maps of the planet. She would sail for years. Until finally hitting land. Were she would meet her hearts desire and fall in love. No one knew of her royal blood even her love. Time goes by and the seasons Bring them a son. In a victious move of betrayal the child is rip from the mothers belly and father killed. Someone recognized the turquoise ring at birth and sent word. She was rescued by a blacksmith. He cared for her until she was strong enough to go after her child. The blacksmith made her special weapons and maps of detail threw the secret passageways. Upon locating her son she found he was in very kind hands. A deal was made that she could nanny her son. Yet the child could never know that was his mother. War came to the town in search of the queen. She had to flee. This was the first time she had seen her son the prince and with her death soon coming ,King. Was a proud, yet painful moment. As he sailed off to adventure she was captured. The colors of every land in her eyes would make it impossible to hide. She was burned on the shores. Royal holding the shining turquoise ring, to large for any finger on the young hands decides this to shall don from the necklace. With a fiery blaze in the distance. Now blessed by the elders an a fire side story told by the town greoit. The sun, moon and stars to follow, it was time to set sail.
By Mr. Furthermoore 6 years ago in Futurism
Two Betrayed Chapter 1
They were four days from the capitol of Genuous, Racker and his sidekick Suqqu, she's become more like a partner over the past 5 years. It was a good life well maybe not so much good but a very profitable life. The leader of their home state has paid them handsomely to dispatch his enemies and the two of them were the best at what they did.
By Ian Worrall6 years ago in Futurism
Interview With Cidney Hue - Director of 'OVUM' A Provocative Sci-Fi Short About Reproductive Rights
Accomplished, New York-based filmmaker Cidney Hue “breaks” sci-fi by creating films that merge hard science with speculative scenarios in order to speak to contemporary life - including centering women's voices.
By Rod Faulkner6 years ago in Futurism
Eulogy for a Flat Earth Rocketman
A Rather Lengthy but Important Foreword: I am not writing this to dunk on Flat Earthers or to celebrate the death of someone who was (debatably) part of their movement. This is not blaming the victim for his own death. This is bigger than those petty concerns.
By Sophia-Helene Mees de Tricht6 years ago in Futurism
Clockworks Chronicles of Zahn
5) The Madness of Ministers Cooper straightened his uniform and pulled on the tight collar which was still not cut right for his thick neck. He looked in the long mirror at the dark black uniform with gold shoulder braids, belt and stripes down his trousers.
By Scott Hawver6 years ago in Futurism
