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Under Metallic Skies: Titanium Oxide Discovered on Exoplanet For First Time . Top Story - September 2017.
Space telescopes and ground-based telescopes have been discovering a wide variety of exoplanets in the last few decades - several thousand have been found so far and the estimated total number is in the billions in our galaxy alone. Now, astronomers have found the first exoplanet with titanium oxide in its atmosphere. The chemical compound is rare on Earth but can be found in the atmosphere of some cooler stars.
By Paul Scott Anderson8 years ago in Futurism
The Human Experiment: Dark Origins, Dark Ends
Last week, I had a dream. A dream like no other dream could possibly be. It was, in fact, a nightmare. The most profoundly horrifying, fear to induce, soul chilling nightmare I have ever had in my life. And let me tell you, this is not easily achievable feat. I have had a long list of nightmares in my life. A list as long as the wars of humanity. But no nightmare was ever like this one. No night mare could ever be like this one. I shall never forget it. It will haunt me for the rest of my life. Even though I am risking a complete nervous breakdown in doing so, I am going to relate it to in its entirety. It concerns the true origins of man.
By Creative Hub8 years ago in Futurism
This Is Not Déjà Vu
My earliest carcass didn’t know of time; in that life, it didn’t matter, didn’t exist. Yet, as what I now know was a bee, I existed. In that life, I didn’t bother to distinguish a difference between real or fake. Everything was real, it just was and so were you. You were a flower with pollen softer than that of any other and with nectar that was more than sweet. I rested within you at the base of your filaments. Too soon after leaving your safety, I was attacked, and as a consequence of defending myself, I died. That life, I learned, was just as fragile as that body.
By Troi Speaks8 years ago in Futurism
Blockhead
Blockhead :oR: Leaps Away “The Blockheads that haunt this apartment complex will kill you the worst way, worse than any other ghost,” said Sister Mary Michael (whom Eve Eeny called “Sister Mary Michael Jackson”). “But don’t worry. They’re easy to spot and leave alone.”
By F. Simon Grant8 years ago in Futurism
Thank You Grimmie
All that is born will die and that’s where I chime in. I smile, a warm and welcoming smile, at every passing soul I encounter. And in all my immortal years I have noticed that only humans ask why. Only humans, and they always expect an answer, which I deny them. Not because I don’t know, but because they don’t need to know. A true magician never reveals their tricks. I think that’s why they think I’m so cruel and evil. Because they hate not knowing. They hate feeling so small and stupid. And of course, only humans are the assholes that spread foul-mouthed rumors about me like I’m not right there. Telling each other that I am that cause of pain and/or misery. But I know those two sadistic little shits personally. They work for me, so you people aren’t completely wrong, but you still aren’t right. What you guys are and have been way off about is what I look like.
By Troi Speaks8 years ago in Futurism
Screaming Metal (Part 019)
That roll, however, was intended to buy the moment or two the Alley Cat needed to kick on its thrusters. Stuck on her butt in an awkward position, a frantic Priyanka still managed to magnetically lock herself to the cargo bay wall and floor.
By Made in DNA8 years ago in Futurism
Time
Officially time goes forward second by second, minute by minute and hour by hour. There are claims it differs in space and in vacuums, but I am only concerned about here on earth. We have all experienced the vagaries of time and how it moves in the real world. We have also found how the movement of time depends on location, problem, and the relationship with others and how their time flows.
By ASHLEY SMITH8 years ago in Futurism
The Assassin and the Thief
The moon is high, almost in position, by the time I get where I need to be. My target should be walking back into town any moment now. If all goes to plan, this hit should go down without a hitch. I shift in my position slightly, careful not to rustle the branch I rest on too much. The stiffness in my bones has set in now, but I can’t leave my position. I have a mark, I have to carry out the mission.
By Shera Prague8 years ago in Futurism
