Tråden for korte og nifse historier

[Boing_80]

Hei!

Jeg tenker at forumet er i behov av en grøsser tråd og oppretter en nå. Hvis det allerede er en aktiv så har jeg ikke sett den. Starter med noen jeg fant på nettet nå:

The Cabin

A hiker decided to go on a hike by himself. Something he was not very used to. The whole day was normal. Trees and bushes engulfed his surroundings. He enjoyed being outdoors in the mountains. Nothing seemed strange to him, that was until he was making his way back to his car. He figured an eight hour hike was good enough. The sky was already getting dark and he needed to get back, fast. What was odd was how much he didn’t recognize the trail back. He began to panic.

Night had already taken over and all he had was a flashlight and no clue on how to get back. He knew it was already too late and too dangerous to keep going through the perilous forest. He began to worry that he would have no shelter for the night when almost luckily enough, he stumbled across a broken-down cabin. It was dark, and seemed like no one had visited it in years, but he knew it was the only place where he could rest until daylight, especially since his flashlight was running out of battery. He knocked on the door a few times but no one answered, so he let himself in where strangely enough, a perfect bed fitted for one person awaited him in the center. He knew that if the owner came back he could explain himself, he was sure that the owner wouldn’t mind, or was even probably dead. So he went ahead and got himself comfortable in bed. As he tried to sleep, he couldn’t ignore the collection of paintings around the room; portraits of strange looking people all peering at him, each wearing a smile that sent chills up his spine. Not too long after his  exhaustion from the hike got the best of him and he was able to ignore the faces.

The next morning he got up early and was shocked to see that there were no paintings around the room, but windows…

Who’s in my bed?

A father went to say good night to his seven year old son, very well knowing that if he didn’t his son would have trouble sleeping. It was a nightly routine between them. He entered the dimly lit room where his son waited under his blanket. With the first glance the father could tell there was something unusual about his son tonight, but couldn’t put his finger on it. He looked the same but had a grin that drew from ear to ear.

“You okay, buddy?” the father asked.

The son nodded, still with the grin, before saying, “Daddy, check for monsters under my bed.”

The father chuckled a bit before getting on his knees to check only to satisfy his son.

There, under the bed, pale and afraid, was his son. His real son. He whispered, “Daddy, there someone on my bed”.

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[Duriello]

Radio Silence

 

36,400,000. That is the expected number of intelligent civilizations in our galaxy, according to Drake’s famous equation. For the last 78 years, we had been broadcasting everything about us – our radio, our television, our history, our greatest discoveries – to the rest of the galaxy. We had been shouting our existence at the top of our lungs to the rest of the universe, wondering if we were alone. 36 million civilizations, yet in almost a century of listening, we hadn’t heard a thing. We were alone.

 

That was, until about 5 minutes ago.

 

The transmission came on every transcendental multiple of hydrogen’s frequency that we were listening to. Transcendental harmonics – things like hydrogen’s frequency times pi – don’t appear in nature, so I knew it had to be artificial. The signal pulsed on and off very quickly with incredibly uniform amplitudes; my initial reaction was that this was some sort of binary transmission. I measured 1679 pulses in the one minute that the transmission was active. After that, the silence resumed.

 

The numbers didn’t make any sense at first. They just seemed to be a random jumble of noise. But the pulses were so perfectly uniform, and on a frequency that was always so silent; they had to come from an artificial source. I looked over the transmission again, and my heart skipped a beat. 1679 – that was the exact length of the Arecibo message sent out 40 years ago. I excitedly started arranging the bits in the original 73x23 rectangle. I didn’t get more than halfway through before my hopes were confirmed. This was the exact same message. The numbers in binary, from 1 to 10. The atomic numbers of the elements that make up life. The formulas for our DNA nucleotides. Someone had been listening to us, and wanted us to know they were there.

 

Then it came to me – this original message was transmitted only 40 years ago. This means that life must be at most 20 lightyears away. A civilization within talking distance? This would revolutionize every field I have ever worked in – astrophysics, astrobiology, astro-

 

The signal is beeping again.

 

This time, it is slow. Deliberate, even. It lasts just under 5 minutes, with a new bit coming in once per second. Though the computers are of course recording it, I start writing them down. 0. 1. 0. 1. 0. 1. 0. 0... I knew immediately this wasn’t the same message as before. My mind races through the possibilities of what this could be. The transmission ends, having transmitted 248 bits. Surely this is too small for a meaningful message. What great message to another civilization can you possibly send with only 248 bits of information? On a computer, the only files that small would be limited to…

 

Text.

 

Was it possible? Were they really sending a message to us in our own language? Come to think of it, it’s not that out of the question – we had been transmitting pretty much every language on earth for the last 70 years… I begin to decipher with the first encoding scheme I could think of – ASCII. 0. 1. 0. 1. 0. 1. 0. 0. That’s B... 0. 1. 1 0. 0. 1. 0. 1. E…

 

As I finish piecing together the message, my stomach sinks like an anchor. The words before me answer everything.

 

“BE QUIET OR THEY WILL HEAR YOU”

[Boing_80]

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[Boing_80]

Duriello skrev (30 minutter siden):

Radio Silence

 

36,400,000. That is the expected number of intelligent civilizations in our galaxy, according to Drake’s famous equation. For the last 78 years, we had been broadcasting everything about us – our radio, our television, our history, our greatest discoveries – to the rest of the galaxy. We had been shouting our existence at the top of our lungs to the rest of the universe, wondering if we were alone. 36 million civilizations, yet in almost a century of listening, we hadn’t heard a thing. We were alone.

 

That was, until about 5 minutes ago.

 

The transmission came on every transcendental multiple of hydrogen’s frequency that we were listening to. Transcendental harmonics – things like hydrogen’s frequency times pi – don’t appear in nature, so I knew it had to be artificial. The signal pulsed on and off very quickly with incredibly uniform amplitudes; my initial reaction was that this was some sort of binary transmission. I measured 1679 pulses in the one minute that the transmission was active. After that, the silence resumed.

 

The numbers didn’t make any sense at first. They just seemed to be a random jumble of noise. But the pulses were so perfectly uniform, and on a frequency that was always so silent; they had to come from an artificial source. I looked over the transmission again, and my heart skipped a beat. 1679 – that was the exact length of the Arecibo message sent out 40 years ago. I excitedly started arranging the bits in the original 73x23 rectangle. I didn’t get more than halfway through before my hopes were confirmed. This was the exact same message. The numbers in binary, from 1 to 10. The atomic numbers of the elements that make up life. The formulas for our DNA nucleotides. Someone had been listening to us, and wanted us to know they were there.

 

Then it came to me – this original message was transmitted only 40 years ago. This means that life must be at most 20 lightyears away. A civilization within talking distance? This would revolutionize every field I have ever worked in – astrophysics, astrobiology, astro-

 

The signal is beeping again.

 

This time, it is slow. Deliberate, even. It lasts just under 5 minutes, with a new bit coming in once per second. Though the computers are of course recording it, I start writing them down. 0. 1. 0. 1. 0. 1. 0. 0... I knew immediately this wasn’t the same message as before. My mind races through the possibilities of what this could be. The transmission ends, having transmitted 248 bits. Surely this is too small for a meaningful message. What great message to another civilization can you possibly send with only 248 bits of information? On a computer, the only files that small would be limited to…

 

Text.

 

Was it possible? Were they really sending a message to us in our own language? Come to think of it, it’s not that out of the question – we had been transmitting pretty much every language on earth for the last 70 years… I begin to decipher with the first encoding scheme I could think of – ASCII. 0. 1. 0. 1. 0. 1. 0. 0. That’s B... 0. 1. 1 0. 0. 1. 0. 1. E…

 

As I finish piecing together the message, my stomach sinks like an anchor. The words before me answer everything.

 

“BE QUIET OR THEY WILL HEAR YOU”

Fantastisk!!! 

Men for å få forståelse; et romvesen advarer om en annen slem et?

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[Boing_80]

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[Boing_80]

“When my sister Betsy and I were kids, our family lived for awhile in a charming old farmhouse. We loved exploring its dusty corners and climbing the apple tree in the backyard. But our favorite thing was the ghost. We called her Mother, because she seemed so kind and nurturing. Some mornings Betsy and I would wake up, and on each of our nightstands, we’d find a cup that hadn’t been there the night before. Mother had left them there, worried that we’d get thirsty during the night. She just wanted to take care of us. Among the homes’ original furnishings was an antique wooden chair which we kept against the back wall of the living room. Whenever we were preoccupied, watching TV or playing a game, Mother would inch that chair forward, across the room, toward us. Sometimes she’d manage to move it all the way to the centre of the room. We always felt sad putting it back against the wall. Mother just wanted to be near us. Years later, long after we’d moved out, I found an old newspaper article about the farmhouse’s original occupant, a widow. She’d murdered her two children by giving them each a cup of poisoned milk before bed. Then she hung herself. The article included a photo of the farmhouse’s living room, with a woman’s body hanging from a beam. Beneath her, knocked over, was that old wooden chair, placed exactly in the center of the room.”

[Duriello]

Boing_80 skrev (39 minutter siden):

Fantastisk!!! 

Men for å få forståelse; et romvesen advarer om en annen slem et?

Ett romvesen, en sivilisasjon, advarer om å gjøre en større, mye verre, sivilisasjon obs på en. 

 

Eksempel, vi og den sivilisasjonen som advarer oss er som huleboere å regne. Den tredje er Dark Eldar eller Tyranids i warhammer 40k. 😉

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[Boing_80]

Duriello skrev (20 minutter siden):

Ett romvesen, en sivilisasjon, advarer om å gjøre en større, mye verre, sivilisasjon obs på en. 

 

Eksempel, vi og den sivilisasjonen som advarer oss er som huleboere å regne. Den tredje er Dark Eldar eller Tyranids i warhammer 40k. 😉

Spooky!

Off topic: minner meg også om en Battlestar Galactica episode der flåten må konstant flykte fra fienden. 

Tror det er denne episoden:
 

 

With the Cylons hot on their tails, the fleet are forced to jump every 33 minutes in order to survive.

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[Duriello]

Boing_80 skrev (2 minutter siden):

Spooky! Minner meg også om en Battlestar Galactica episode der flåten må konstant flykte fra fienden. 

Takk for påminnelsen! Er ferdig med min gjennomtitting av SG1 og Atlantis, da booter jeg opp Battlestar, og avslutter året/starter nyåret med Babylon 5. ❤️

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[Imaginacíon]

Artig tråd. Dessverre har jeg ingen nifse historier. Er bare på besøk.

[Duriello]

Imaginacíon skrev (8 minutter siden):

Artig tråd. Dessverre har jeg ingen nifse historier. Er bare på besøk.

Det holder vel lenge å si; "Verdens Gang 2025." 😉👍

[Boing_80]

Imaginacíon skrev (12 minutter siden):

Artig tråd. Dessverre har jeg ingen nifse historier. Er bare på besøk.

Kult da! Tenkte vi trengte en slik tråd også. Forhåpentligvis får vi også norske historier etter hvert. 

[Boing_80]

Duriello skrev (19 minutter siden):

Takk for påminnelsen! Er ferdig med min gjennomtitting av SG1 og Atlantis, da booter jeg opp Battlestar, og avslutter året/starter nyåret med Babylon 5. ❤️

Jeg skal prøve å se hele The Walking dead serien. Må bare få tak i sesongene 6-11.