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Part of the 4 day demonstration along Deansgate in Manchester, by ‘Extinction Rebellion’.
These three gentlemen were being seated and posed by someone else to have their picture taken when I noticed the Vicar was constantly switching his hands round back to front, as though he didn’t know which way to hold them; one way is ‘V’ for victory (as shown), the other way the less said the better. I then shouted to him, ‘Come on Vicar, get it right’, at which point he looked at me and his hands came to rest. I so wish I had got his hands the other way round…..lol’
As the two men hustled through the dark hall ways, dragging a zip tied insurgent and discombobulated hostage behind, they heard a car pull up and an engine stop, as rays of sunlight struggled to get through the grimy window on the door. Knocking it open, they saw a pick up truck, driven by what seemed to be an undercover operator, with another operator, fully geared, in the bed. Next to the drivers side, a man, most likely undercover as well, walked briskly towards them.
Fixie walked to the man, who motioned to the briefcase. He handed it to him cautiously, unknowingly, still questioning what the case might contain. The man took it into his arms, and began to speak. Through broken English, they could make out that this guy was a coalition member, a local who had taken up arms alongside military personnel to push back the insurgents and fight their cause.
Atlas, who was busy pushing the zip tied mans head against the hood of looked over and said, "Let's get the fuck outta here, I have the feeling that wasn't the last of them. They're gonna come looking once they realize the video never aired."
The hostage, insurgent, Atlas, and coalition member hopped into a sedan parked behind the truck, and sped off, quickly followed by the truck, with Fixie riding shotgun.
Mats, I got the roof down to 1 thick and extended the bed.
For the Our Daily Challenge Group's Challenge - Metal
One of the shiny objects of mine that I love, my Quickmill Anita espresso machine.
Canon EOS30, Konica VX200 (expired)
Large tailing mountain near Kohtla-Järve resulting from the processing of oil shale. I produced an album from field recordings made throughout this region entitled 'Geofractions'. Check my Bandcamp link to listen.
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MOC WARS 2020! Clunkers! Fellowship Of The Brick!
A small utility ship sent into "uncharted" asteroid fields to measure their richness in valuable minerals, prior to company acquisition.
A dangerous job for the pilot, given the lack of basic safety features, and the constant threat of inhospitable "natives". Fortunately, the company fitted a gatling gun on the rear of the ship, so the pilot can protect the valuable cargo from pursuers, even if they have to climb to the back of their moving ship to use it.
More pictures here.
Victorian steel work supporting the Penarth Pier with barnacle covered sea water extractor in foreground.
F8.0 - 1/100 - ISO 100 - MT-24EX with Diffusers - MP-E 65mm
After 15min of taking photos 'lunch' has become noticeably smaller and the outside is starting to look shriveled.
Cette recherche a récupéré des images du cerveau d'un humain ; non pas une image que le sujet regardait, mais plutôt une image stockée dans son cerveau que les sujets testés avaient vue plus tôt et simplement mémorisée !
This research retrieved images from a human’s brain; not an image that the subject was looking at, but rather an image that was stored in their brain that the test subjects had seen earlier on and simply recollected.
Supposons que vous soyez témoin d'un meurtre et que vous ayez un très bon aperçu du suspect. À l’avenir, un policier récupérera-t-il simplement l’image de votre esprit en utilisant les ondes cérébrales et la technologie de l’IA ?
Say you witness a murder and you get a real good look at the suspect. In the future, will a police officer simply retrieve the image from your mind using brain waves and AI technology ?
Fini les impressions d'un dessinateur tirées d'une description, mais à la place, il pourrait s'agir d'une véritable image « réelle » que votre cerveau transmet sur une copie papier !
No more sketch artist impressions drawn from a description, but instead this could be a bona fide “real-life” image that your brain is transmitting into a hard copy.
C'est quelque chose qui, pour moi, semble à peine croyable et ressemble davantage à l'intrigue d'un film de science-fiction, comme Tom Cruise dans Minority Report …
Les photographes de demain prendront-ils des photos dans leur esprit et les enverront-ils à leurs ordinateurs via des ondes cérébrales ? J'espère que non, mais cela pourrait arriver 🤔
It’s something that, to me, seems scarcely believable and sounds more like a plot of a sci-fi movie, like Tom Cruise in Minority Report …
Will the photographers of tomorrow be making pictures in their minds and sending them to their computers via brainwaves? I hope not, but it could happen 🤔
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The Zinc Corporation was formed in 1905 to treat zinc-rich ‘tailings’, the waste product of ore, purchased from other mines. In 1911, The Zinc Corporation acquired the South Blocks Co. and began underground mining at the southern end of the line of lode. The flotation mineral extraction process was pioneered at the site.
Ore was treated here before shipment as a concentrate to Port Pirie, on the South Australian coast, for smelting.
The Zinc Corporation acquired the leases of the Broken Hill South Blocks Company and further expanded the plant and operations. In the 1930s the Zinc Corporation began to build a new group of plant buildings as they shifted their operations to Freeman’s shaft and entered into a working agreement with New Broken Hill Consolidated Limited to run their operations jointly. The construction of the steel headframe over the Main Shaft commenced in 1936 as part of a major redevelopment of the Zinc Mine. Main Shaft had an ore hauling capacity of 0.9 million tonnes per year.
Adjacent to the shaft is a circular crushing house, concentration mill and offices. These were erected in 1939 and closed in 1988 when operations were transferred to the NBHC Mine by Pasminco.
Source: Visit Broken Hill (www.visitbrokenhill.com/Discover/Silver-Trail/89.-Zinc-Ov...), Perilya, & Research Gate.
Close up view of a despoiled & practically destroyed Squabb Wood near Romsey, Hampshire. Unnecessarily damaged by careless extraction of gravel.
Kingsbury Water Park, a country park in north Warwickshire.
It is located north of Birmingham and lying on the River Tame. It is owned and managed by Warwickshire County Council. It is renowned for its birdlife, and is popular with birdwatchers. It is bordered on the western edge by the Birmingham and Fazeley Canal.
The area was previously the site of gravel extraction pits that were operated by the Midland Gravel Company. The lakes were created from the craters left behind after the gravel had been taken out. The Water Park was opened on 24 May 1975 with two lakes and 123 acres. It has been expanded over the years and as of 2011 has fifteen lakes in an area covering over 600 acres. The Park welcomed 50,000 visitors in its first year, a number which had expanded to 350,000 in 2007.
Gun barrels still hot, the remainder of a NATO infantry unit rounds a corner in Osaka, Japan. With them is Célia Auclair, a wealthy French business woman that was taken captive in her hotel room by Eurasian units the day prior. The extraction got messy and a firefight broke out leaving multiple NATO soldiers dead. The target was taken alive and moved onto the streets, running in foot to the extraction zone.
Video shows the guard hitting the inmate several times after being handcuffed behind the back and legs shackled. The inmate sued the Colby Co Sheriff's office but the case was dismissed as frivolous.
Gun barrels still hot, the remainder of a NATO infantry unit rounds a corner in Osaka, Japan. With them is Célia Auclair, a wealthy French business woman that was taken captive in her hotel room by Eurasian units the day prior. The extraction got messy and a firefight broke out leaving multiple NATO soldiers dead. The target was taken alive and moved onto the streets, running in foot to the extraction zone.
Who in their right mind decides to give Harley and her goons a minigun of all things?
The League of Assassins, I guess.
Really that’s a bit of a stupid question to ask now that I think about it. I suppose if you want to destabilise a nation, arming the crazy is a good way to go about it. Just how they manage to get hold of such weapons to arm the crazies? I mean, does the League of Assassins make all the weapons they supply groups with? Or do they just buy them and pass them on? I’m going to have to ask Bruce when all of this is over. Assuming we all make it through this anyways.
Harley Quinn: Angel! Where’d the cat go!?
Angel: I don’t know I can’t see anything!
Harley Quinn: Split up, find her! We can’t have her ruining Mr. J’s coming home party!
Angel: What about the bird?
Harley Quinn: Leave him! Hammer and Lantern are dealing with him. We need to find ourselves a naughty little pussy cat.
Either Harley really trusts her goons or she thinks that I’m not going to be as hard a person to defeat as Bruce is. Oh who am I kidding? It’s probably both. She’s always had a problem of putting too much trust in people that’s partly why she can’t seem to give Joker no matter how many times he throws her away.
Then again, I’d probably feel pretty confident as well if there were more of me than them. If I had a minigun to boot, man I don’t know how confident I’d feel. Hope Selina can handle Harley and her lacky whilst I deal with these two jokers. Ha. Funny slip of the tongue. Imagine if there actually were two of him?
Jeez, just the thought of something like that gives me the chills and it doesn’t get me out of my current predicament.
My current position is exposed and there’s no good cover. This goon isn’t going to take his eye of the trigger as long as he has eyes on me. There’s only one choice. Hope neither of these two have thermal imaging on their weapons….
As I race up and down the various levels in the main entrance I reach into my belt and remove a pair of smoke bombs. Given that the building is sealed off and this room isn’t too wide it should take only a few seconds for the smoke to cover the group floor completely. Hopefully. Really hope this hospital doesn’t have an emergency extraction system for the main entrance.
Narrowly avoiding a couple of rounds from the minigun that almost manage to catch me, I throw both of the smoke bombs right in front of Harley’s two goons and almost instantaneously the room fills with smoke. Despite this however, the minigun wielder doesn’t immediately hold his fire. Not what I expected. You can often predict what should do, but never what will they do. The one thing you can never truly predict, is stupidity.
The maniac keeps firing for at least another ten seconds by my count. Man, he really is trigger happy. The folks at Arkham would probably have a field day studying him. Regardless, his itchy trigger finger is something I can use to my advantage. Nothing unnerves people more than a person with an itchy trigger finger. I dread to think how nervous it’s making the guy with the jack o’lantern mask knowing that his trigger happy friend is carrying a minigun.
Once the trigger happy fool comes to his senses and decides to stop firing I over hear him and his colleague discussing tactics.
Hammer: Do you think I got him?
Lantern: I don’t know, I can’t see crap but if he’s anything like the Bat, then probably not.
Hammer: Damn it. Then what the hell do we do now?
Lantern: We stick together. He’ll pick us off if we don’t.
Awwww. These guys actually learned something from the last time they crossed paths with Bruce. It’s quite heart-warming to see that Blackgate re-education system actually seems to be working. Unfortunately I wish it wasn’t working against me in this case. If they don’t separate then it’s going to be harder to take them out quietly, but as long as I take that minigun out they shouldn’t be too difficult to neutralise.
Hammer: Do you think he’s in here with us?
Lantern: I wouldn’t be surprised if he was. Follow me.
Hammer: Where you going?
Lantern: If we stay here and wait for him to come for us he’ll come to us on his own terms. I’m making sure he comes to us on ours.
That doesn’t sound good at all. Just what is he planning? I activate the thermal imaging in my mask feeling relieved to know that their guns clearly don’t have thermal so for the moment at least, I’m safe. The pair of them start walking to the right seemingly heading for the nearby corridor. Which department that leads to I can’t tell with the room enveloped in smoke but it seems like neither do they for what it’s worth.
It’s only as I drop down into the smoke to quietly follow behind them that I start to realise the jack o’lantern goon’s plan. Two rooms down the corridor is the hospital waiting room, and there are at least 6 people hiding inside it. Not good.
Before I have to chance to think of something to possibly stop them, the goon carrying the minigun kicks down the waiting lounge and the pair of them quickly storm the room terrifying the people hiding in the room.
Hammer: Everyone get down on the ground!
Lantern: Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt!
Great. Now it’s a hostage situation. Man, I hope Selina’s having more luck than I am.