ILLUMINATED CODE FROM SPACE
Bioartis Haari Tesla (behance) - "Macrocosm and microcosm is an ancient Greek Neo-Platonic schema of seeing the same patterns reproduced in all levels of the cosmos, from the largest scale (macrocosm or universe-level) all the way down to the smallest scale (microcosm or sub-sub-atomic or even metaphysical-level). In the system the midpoint is Man, who summarizes thecosmos." - I was doing some researches and I found experiment with miniatures of space so I decided to try my own. The result has been nebulae, galaxies and supernovae transformed into microorganism.
As young stars form, they often produce narrow high-speed jets from their poles. By astronomical standards, these fountains are dense, narrowly collimated, and quickly changing. The jets have been measured at velocities greater than 200 km/s and Mach numbers as high as 20. The animation above (which you should watch in its full and glorious resolution here) is a numerical simulation of a protostellar jet. Every few decades the source star releases a new pulse, which expands, cools, and becomes unstable as it travels away from the star. Models like these, combined with observations from telescopes like Hubble, help astronomers unravel how and why these jets form. (Image credit: J. Stone and M. Norman)
ETA: As it happens, the APOD today is also about protostellar jets, so check that out for an image of the real thing. Thanks, jshoer!
Twenty cases of 2337.
Somehow that sounded as if he might have gotten the bad end of the stick in one of Quark’s deals… or he was in a very generous mood. Must have been another glorious victory. Dax still had a bottle of 2309 —no finer vintage— sitting on her shelf back in her quarters. It was Jadzia’s and she had been meaning to give it away to someone since she never drank the stuff anymore. The vegetarian within her forbid it as much as her tastebuds reviled the flavour.
But this was Martok. She had not seen him since… since before Jadzia’s death, except for the other day in Quark’s. Ezri was both baffled and sincerely touched that although Jadzia had meant a lot to him, Dax still meant a lot to him as well. She felt like tearing up, but Klingons would not be too impressed by that, so she stifled the impulse with a clearing of her throat and a smile.
"Alright, I’ll have a glass with you." Dax replied, ignoring the Tobin part of her that inwardly screamed and the Jadzia and Curzon that elicited an impatient relief as if to say, 'Finally!'
I hope I don’t throw up.
Please tell me there won’t be gagh.
DS9 rewatch: What You Leave Behind
i love jadzia almost as much as i love odo
[Text]: Yeah, I don’t believe that for an instant. What did you do to my quarters?
[Text]: I won’t.
[Text]: Are you sure you don’t want to… talk about it? Over chocolate sundaes, maybe?
The chamber that lay beyond was dim and smelled of centuries old dust. Soval stepped forward, peering over Ezri’s shoulder to glimpse into the maw of the freshly unearthed tunnel.
Soval watched in fascination as Ezri leant over to examine a skull that lay on the ground just inside the entrance. His eyes widened in an echo of her gasp of surprise—such writing he had never seen before. And Soval had seen a great deal.
"I have not. A most curious artifact…" he looked back in the direction of the tunnel, his sense of curiosity growing tenfold.
"I wish I had my tricorder." Ezri mumbled to herself as her hands gingerly turned over the skull. "These lines are so precise in their measurements and so finely crafted that they have to be from some kind of optic scalpel…" Like the kind Julian used for surgeries. But what was it doing on an ancient skeleton? By looks alone, at least, the bones looked to be extremely old and doubly now, she wished she had a device —even a crude carbon-dating device— that would allow her to place a time stamp on it.
Sensing that she was speaking and wondering mostly to herself now, Ezri turned her head to watch Soval approach the door. ”Ambassador…” Her voice rose in dry caution. ”I wouldn’t go in there without scanners. We don’t know what other surprises could be lying in store for us.” It was meant as more of a reminder, not as if he did not know this already. Placing the skull and her jacket down on the ground carefully, Ezri walked over to where he stood. ”I suppose a peek inside can’t hurt, though.” She added, on second thought and reached into her pants pocket to pull out a small flashlight pen.
The optics were bright, but the beam narrow and as it began to pass over blocky forms, she held her breath in anticipation. It seemed the wall ended a metre away but below them were a set of crumbling stairs leading down in a spiral formation.