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Cake day: June 30th, 2023

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  • One. One nuke could potentially disrupt it…but it’s not really advised for a few reasons:

    • If the conditions are still there that built up the storm, you’ve basically just nuked some wet air - if the pressure gradient remains and the waters are still warm, it very much could simply reform immediately
    • Dumping large amounts of energy into an active system might just turn it a different direction, unpredictably; you might steer a storm right into Miami that was just going to hit some empty marshes
    • Dumping large amounts of radioactive materials into a storm heading towards you might just end up making a giant somewhat radioactive hurricane, which is not great
    • Puerto Rico does not appreciate you dropping nukes just offshore

  • The nice things about the Federated universe is that, yes, you can bulk create user accounts on your own instance - and that server can then be defederated by other servers when it becomes obvious that it’s going to create problems.

    It’s not a perfect fix and as this post demonstrated, is only really effective after a problem has been identified. At least in terms of vote manipulation from across servers, it could act if it, say, detects that 99% of new upvotes are coming from a server created yesterday with 1 post, it could at least flag it for a human to review.




  • A soul is at best a description of the electrical and quantum interactions that take place in our brain, a personified phenotype of the sum of these things occurring in our head (and to a degree our eyes, mouth, ears, and skin).

    I don’t believe in the soul in the traditional sense as it implies that there is one version of me – is my soul my 9yo self, my 20-something alcoholic self, the self as of this moment, or my Alzheimer’s-ridden self when I die? If it’s supposed to be a “perfect” version of me when I pass, then it’s kind of funny, because my spirit is, in a sense, a version of me that I’ve never actually met and wouldn’t recognize.