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The Koryu subhead was an absolute terror around rocky coasts. Its legs allowed it to hide in rough waters that no normal vessel could survive. Add to that wickedly barbed harpoons along with the most powerful torpedoes of the Neverwar and you have a nautical nightmare.

Tankhead Type11/D4 Koryu, a lobster shaped submarine robot.

Soft Rains Day. "Today is August 4, 2026, in the city of Allendale, California. Today is Mr. Featherstone's birthday. Today is the anniversary of Tilita's marriage. Insurance is payable, as are the water, gas, and light bills." RIP Ray Bradbury, 1920-2012

There Will Come Soft Rains
By: Ray Bradbury

In the living room the voice-clock sang, Tick-tock, seven o'clock, time to get up, time to get up, seven o 'clock! as if it were afraid that nobody would. The morning house lay empty. The clock ticked on, repeating and repeating its sounds into the emptiness. Seven-nine, breakfast time, seven-nine!
In the kitchen the breakfast stove gave a hissing sigh and ejected from its warm interior eight pieces of perfectly browned toast, eight eggs sunny side up, sixteen slices of bacon, two coffees, and two
cool glasses of milk.
"Today is August 4, 2026," said a second voice from the kitchen ceiling, "in the city of Allendale, California." It repeated the date three times for memory's sake.
"Today is Mr. Featherstone's birthday. Today is the anniversary of Tilita's marriage. Insurance is payable, as are the water, gas, and light bills."

Source:
https://www.btboces.org/Downloads/7_There%20Will%20Come%20Soft%20Rains%20by%20Ray%20Bradbury.pdf

Brilliant letter from Stuart Thompson to Jeremy Clarkson about his comments that benefit claimants should write weekly thank you letters to tax payers detailing how they spend their benefits each week.

Every now and then someone takes a run at me along the lines of "I don't understand why you, a scifi writer, don't appreciate 'AI'," and I'm all, motherfucker, it's *because* I'm a science fiction writer I have the positions I have, how many times do we have to fucking yell "torment nexus," my dude

Why would you ever trust a computer enough to upload your consciousness to it? Just die in a Victorian manor and transfer your consciousness to its dilapidated walls in the traditional fashion

Inclusion Scotland is inviting disabled people to share their experiences of third spaces, like libraries, parks, museums, community centres, leisure facilities, clubs and groups. The survey closes on 21st August, with Easy Read and plain-text versions available. Take part:

Tell Us About Your Experiences of Third Spaces

Inclusion Scotland wants to hear from disabled people about your experiences of third spaces.  Third spaces are places beyond home, work or education where people can connect with others and take…

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I’ve been standing stock still in this wood for about 10 minutes while I mess about with a photo on my phone. I look up, notice the shape, and slowly crouch down to film This has made me so happy I feel I could cry. It’s as close to magic as I hope to get.

Wildfires sweep Scotland, even the very centre of Edinburgh, yet political debate is dominated by calls for more oil and gas from the North Sea. It’s insanity - because more drilling won’t lower prices. That claim is a lie. We’re like Nero fiddling while Rome burns In @heraldscotland.bsky.social

Drill, baby, drill: We’re like Nero fiddling while Arthur’s Seat burns

Wildfires sweep Scotland yet the political debate is all about extracting more oil and gas. It’s a total delusion, and believing it is an act of…

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