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The Praetorian Fountain (Italian: Fontana Pretoria or "Fontana della vergogna") is a monumental fountain of Palermo.
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The Palazzo Pretorio, the 13th-century residence of the Captain of Justice, now houses the Historical Archives of the Municipality of Campiglia Marittima, and a ground-floor space for ceremonies and conferences.The main façade still features the numerous coats of arms of the Captains who governed on behalf of Florence between the 15th and 17th centuries.
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The little hero discovers the Minotaur...
It's that amazing time of year again when one of my favorite events returns to our universe. Yes, I'm talking about 6º REPUBLIC!
Filled with incredible decor and inspiring delights, take a journey to the land of movies and television, and discover something exciting and new!
Skippy envisioned his universe with the help of the following amazing creation, which is available at 6º REPUBLIC:
Ex Machina's Maze Walker Modular Maze System!
In addition, the little man created his world with the following:
Soy's The Bonfire, which is part of the Campfire Set!
Skippy wears the following fantastic designs:
Pucca Firecaster Creations' Praetorian Helmet, Commander Cape and Pauldron, Glory Breastplate, Sleeves, Skirt, and Arm Guards, and Gladius Sword!
Pucca Firecaster Creations' Tauro Helmet, Freedom Rags Top, Rags Pants, and Shackles, The Hunter Garment, Burner Torch!
Stay strong and rise to meet your challenges.
You'll always be amazed by what you can do.
Keep shining bright, my friends!
Saint George (Georgios); died 23 April 303), also George of Lydda, was a Christian who is venerated as a saint in Christianity. According to tradition he was a soldier in the Roman army. Saint George was a soldier of Cappadocian Greek origin and member of the Praetorian Guard for Roman emperor Diocletian, who was sentenced to death for refusing to recant his Christian faith. He became one of the most venerated saints and megalomartyrs in Christianity, and he has been especially venerated as a military saint since the Crusades.
Церква вшановує святого великомученика Юрія (Георгія) як переможця зла, неправди та людської люті. В іконографії він часто зображується вершником, який списом вражає змія. Це символізує його перемогу над дияволом.
Непохитна віра і мужність святого Юрія виявилися в тому, що мучителі не змогли примусити його зректися християнства. Тому цього святого часто називають Юрієм Переможцем або Георгієм Побідоносцем.
В українській традиції святий Юрій був патроном Русі, Київщини, Галичини, Володимира, Львова, Київської області, Білої Церкви, козацтва, українського війська тощо. На честь святого названий один з найбільших українських храмів — Собор святого Юра у Львові. День вшанування — 23 квітня (6 травня за григоріанським календарем).
Viewed from the inside of Porolissum Roman castrum, were buildings or plots of land were reserved for or constructed for use as a military defensive position. See the outside view below.
We visited this extraordinary archaeological site which was once the most northern Roman fortress at the edge of the Roman Empire in Dacia, nowadays Romania. We walked on the Roman road which once connected Porolissum castrum with other Roman cities (Napoca, Apulum, Ulpia Traiana Sarmizegetusa), crossed the Danube at Drobeta and continued all the way to Rome.
See below some details about the site from Wikipedia.
"Porolissum was an ancient Roman city in Dacia. Established as a military camp in 106 during Trajan's Dacian Wars, the city quickly grew through trade with the native Dacians and became the capital of the province Dacia Porolissensis in 124. The site is one of the largest and best-preserved archaeological sites in modern-day Romania, 8 km away from Zalău, Sălaj County.
Even though the city was founded as a military center in the middle of a war, the garrison of Porolissum seems to have lived in peaceful coexistence with their Dacian neighbours - several Dacian villages that were apparently founded after the city of Porolissum have been uncovered by archaeologists on the surrounding hills. There are also some inscriptions mentioning city officials with Romano-Dacian names, indicating close cooperation on a political level.
The excavations by a number of teams are ongoing and have uncovered remnants of both the military installations and the civilian city, including public baths, a customs house, a temple to Liber Pater, an amphitheatre, insula consisting of four buildings and a number of houses. The main gate (Porta Praetoria) of the stone fortress has been rebuilt." (Wikipedia)
Excerpt from Wikipedia:
Sacro Cuore di Gesú al Castro Pretorio (English: Sacred Heart of Jesus at the Praetorian Barracks) is a Roman Catholic parish and titular church in Rome, Italy.
It was built in 1887 by Conte Francesco Vespignani (1842-1899), the Architetto dei Sacri Palazzi of Leo XIII, who also built the College of S. Anselmo on the Aventine Hill. The imposing statue of the Redeemer atop the campanile was erected only in 1931.
Dedicated to the Sacred Heart of Jesus, the church is served by the Salesian fathers. It has an adjoining boarding-school of arts and industries.
The church was elevated to the status of a minor basilica in 1921.
… by the time Lucius Septimius Severus, an African Roman Senator from Leptis Magna married to a Syrian Roman, had avenged his friend Publius Helvius Pertinax, defeated Pertinax’s three would be successors, and dissolved the murderous Praetorian Guard, he had turned the Roman Principate into a military dictatorship. A regime far too brittle to endure the multiple crises of the Third Century Empire.
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The Praetorian Palace .
Constructed in 1339
On the façade you can see many decorative coats of arms in terracotta and stone that represent the Podestà and the Vicars of Anghiari
Forgotten Gods by Daniel Arrhakis (2015)
Gods forgotten by the man and the times ... forgotten the prayers blown away ... without destination or faith ... ... lost in the war and the innocent blood ...
With the Music : Position Music - Praetorian Guards (Jo Blankenburg) "Vendetta"
I was bored :P
Left to right
Unmasked Spidey: yes I know I put two Spider-Men in this
Kenny Logins: I really like how he turned out!
Director Orson Krennic: modified a white hip piece and gave him his hat from the beginning of Rogue One
PS4 Spidey: Not much to say here
Vector: With both direction and magnitude!!
The Flash: Finally got my hands on a Praetorian guard and his armor looked cool on Flash
Excerpt from Wikipedia:
Sacro Cuore di Gesú al Castro Pretorio (English: Sacred Heart of Jesus at the Praetorian Barracks) is a Roman Catholic parish and titular church in Rome, Italy.
It was built in 1887 by Conte Francesco Vespignani (1842-1899), the Architetto dei Sacri Palazzi of Leo XIII, who also built the College of S. Anselmo on the Aventine Hill. The imposing statue of the Redeemer atop the campanile was erected only in 1931.
Dedicated to the Sacred Heart of Jesus, the church is served by the Salesian fathers. It has an adjoining boarding-school of arts and industries.
The church was elevated to the status of a minor basilica in 1921.
Abstract detail of the now-demolished Praetorian Building, which once stood in Downtown Dallas, Texas.
The Praetorian Fountain (1544) on Piazza Pretoria in Palermo, Italy, was originally built in Florence. By 1574 its owner had fallen into debt and the fountain was sold to the City of Palermo and brought to Sicily.
Excerpt from Wikipedia:
Sacro Cuore di Gesú al Castro Pretorio (English: Sacred Heart of Jesus at the Praetorian Barracks) is a Roman Catholic parish and titular church in Rome, Italy.
It was built in 1887 by Conte Francesco Vespignani (1842-1899), the Architetto dei Sacri Palazzi of Leo XIII, who also built the College of S. Anselmo on the Aventine Hill. The imposing statue of the Redeemer atop the campanile was erected only in 1931.
Dedicated to the Sacred Heart of Jesus, the church is served by the Salesian fathers. It has an adjoining boarding-school of arts and industries.
The church was elevated to the status of a minor basilica in 1921.
La chiesa di San Giovanni che costituisce un significativo esempio di architettura romanica in Toscana.
Una bolla pontificia del 1075, indirizzata da papa Gregorio VII a Guglielmo, vescovo di Populonia, menziona una chiesa di S.Giovanni, situata tra il Vico Montanino e il Gualdo del Re:6 poiché l’edificio attuale risale al sec. XII, come documentato dalla lapide situata presso l’ingresso principale, è ipotizzabile che esistesse in precedenza un’altra chiesa, intitolata allo stesso santo. A sostegno di questa ipotesi Peleo Bacci menziona alcuni frammenti erratici, oggi conservati nel palazzo pretorio e da lui ritenuti appartenenti all’arredo di un antico edificio ecclesiastico.
Si ritiene che la chiesa sia stata l’originaria pieve di Campiglia sia per la sua posizione “extra moenia”, propria degli edifici pievani, sia per l’estensione del camposanto che la circonda, altra caratteristica tipica delle pievi.L’edificio fu restaurato nel 1630 da Andrea Papponi, venne rifatto il tetto: 3 anni dopo il Dott. Luca Pro ebbe una eredità dal prete Piero Cavalcanti a condizione che creasse un beneficio di 300 scudi, nella chiesa di S. Giovanni.Sottoposta a lavori di riparazione nel 1901, la chiesa fu nuovamente restaurata negli anni a Sessanta e Settanta del ‘900, con lavori che interessarono le strutture murarie interne, la pavimentazione, l’esterno della navata, del transetto e dell’abside, contemporaneamente si decise di rimuovere tutte le epigrafi funerarie addossate alle pareti dell’edificio.
The church of San Giovanni which is a significant example of Romanesque architecture in Tuscany.
A papal bull of 1075, addressed by Pope Gregory VII to William, bishop of Populonia, mentions a church of San Giovanni, located between Vico Montanino and Gualdo del Re: 6 since the current building dates back to the century. XII, as documented by the plaque located at the main entrance, it is conceivable that another church previously existed, dedicated to the same saint. In support of this hypothesis, Peleo Bacci mentions some erratic fragments, now preserved in the praetorian palace and believed by him to belong to the furnishings of an ancient ecclesiastical building.
It is believed that the church was the original parish church of Campiglia both for its "extra moenia" position, typical of the parish buildings, and for the extension of the cemetery that surrounds it, another typical characteristic of parish churches. in 1630 by Andrea Papponi, the roof was rebuilt: 3 years later Dr. Luca Pro had an inheritance from the priest Piero Cavalcanti on condition that he created a benefit of 300 scudi in the church of San Giovanni. , the church was restored again in the sixties and seventies of the twentieth century, with works that involved the internal wall structures, the flooring, the exterior of the nave, the transept and the apse, at the same time it was decided to remove all the funerary epigraphs leaning against the walls of the building.
Viewed from the outside of Porolissum Roman castrum, were buildings or plots of land were reserved for or constructed for use as a military defensive position.
We visited this extraordinary archaeological site which was once the most northern Roman fortress at the edge of the Roman Empire in Dacia, nowadays Romania. We walked on the Roman road which once connected Porolissum castrum with other Roman cities (Napoca, Apulum, Ulpia Traiana Sarmizegetusa), crossed the Danube at Drobeta and continued all the way to Rome.
See below some details about the site from Wikipedia.
"Porolissum was an ancient Roman city in Dacia. Established as a military camp in 106 during Trajan's Dacian Wars, the city quickly grew through trade with the native Dacians and became the capital of the province Dacia Porolissensis in 124. The site is one of the largest and best-preserved archaeological sites in modern-day Romania, 8 km away from Zalău, Sălaj County.
Even though the city was founded as a military center in the middle of a war, the garrison of Porolissum seems to have lived in peaceful coexistence with their Dacian neighbours - several Dacian villages that were apparently founded after the city of Porolissum have been uncovered by archaeologists on the surrounding hills. There are also some inscriptions mentioning city officials with Romano-Dacian names, indicating close cooperation on a political level.
The excavations by a number of teams are ongoing and have uncovered remnants of both the military installations and the civilian city, including public baths, a customs house, a temple to Liber Pater, an amphitheatre, insula consisting of four buildings and a number of houses. The main gate (Porta Praetoria) of the stone fortress has been rebuilt." (Wikipedia)
long stories shortened... (discarded and abandoned and intertwined short stories) well..actually they are chunks and fragmets and notes of stories that never made it
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a young PhD math candidate writing his dissertation on an obscure arab mathematician from the middle ages who specialized in cycles and periods in infinite series and develops a process to determine prime number density in a large number space. (which is all and good) except this makes it an excellent tool to decrypting military grade encryption, which is based on the computational difficulty of factoring large numbers into their prime components
the arab mathematician was ultimately censured by the religious mullahs for developing tools to rationalize the infinite, which is of course the nature of Allah and for man to attempt to place Allah into a human scale is blasphemy
so the arab mathematician disappears and the young phd candidate finds that his dissertation has been suspended pending review but cant get any information on who is reviewing it
finally another young mathematician approaches him and starts a long discussion on math and the nature of numbers and the mathematicians love of the underlying structure of reality that math represents. the phd candidate is leary of this mathematician cause he wont answer what he does or where he went to school or how he knows so many cutting edge fields in math
eventually, the young mathematician offers the phd candidate a position with the NSA, National Security Agency, (where all the big crypto and high math goes on) but explains that if he accepts that he will essentially disappear from his current world. his work will be classified, he will not be able to publish in academic journals or speak in public, or talk about his work to his friends on the outside, but the compensation is that he
would be able to work unfettered with the greatest math minds in the country, totally funded, free to explore any field or fancy he thought. after a few moments of thought, the phd accepts.
then the story will go back to the arab mathematician who is also approached my a young beared mullah, who offers him a position within his group of thinkers who do ponder and explore the nature of nature reality and Allah through mathematics, but that by joining them he would need to disappear from the world, after a few minutes of thought, he too accepts...
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Daniel sipped his 6th coffee (colloidal suspension for caffeine transport) while his batch jobs on ramanet, the Indian supergrid, finished their checksum verification. His chin, a bit stubbly, itched. His eyes, a bit red, were sore. The goa trance shoutcast feed had mushed into a fast cadence drone. The flat screen monitor warped and bulged with the oscillating fan blowing on Daniel's face
'O' glamorous larval life of a PhD student...' he jotted and doodle-circled on his notepad.
Daniel cracked his neck and jutted his jaw, stretching out the accumulation of kinks, as RamaNet finished the final integrity check on his dataset. this two hour round of processing on the Indian supergrid would cost about $130 out of his precious grant fund, but you couldnt beat the bargain. 120 minutes times 150,000 PCs in the RamaNet processing collective = 1,080,000,000 seconds or 18,000,000 minutes or 300,000 hours or 12500 days or 34.25 years of processing time for the price of a video game. Calculation was commoditized now. You uploaded your pre-fromatted dataset to RamaNet. the data was packeted and sent to out to 150,000 Indians who lent a few percents of never-to-be missed CPU cycles off their systems for background processing. when their alotted package was completed it was sent back to RamaNet for re-assembly into something coherent for the buyer. in return the Indians got a rebate on their net access charges or access to premier bollywood galleries or credit towards their own processing charges. a good deal all the way around. Daniel's dataset, an anthology of complex proofs from a long-dead arab mathematician, was queued with amateur weather forecast modeling, home-brewed digital CGI for indie movies, chaos theory-based currency trading algorithms, etc. the really high end, confidential jobs, like protein folding analysis or big pharm drug trials were more likely handled by the huge western collectives of several million collaborative systems, usually high-performance machines in dedicated corporate server farms. the cost there was out of Daniel's range, but you got a faster return and better promises of encryption for your buck.
Daniel scratched his scalp and flexed his fingers. 'two months from today i will be a doctor of mathematics...and no job. damnit. i need to find something fast.' Daniel calculated in his mind how quickly the student loans repayments would kick in and completely wipe him out. RamaNet would have done it in nanoseconds, ha! he laughed to himself. Daniel had avoided the rounds of job interviews and recommendations that passed his way. he was too absorbed in his research to look ahead, and perhaps a bit intimidated by the idea of the job hunt flea market. flexing his CV, getting a monkey suit, trying to explain his research to recruiters, who were often the same finger-counting business majors in college that made his skin crawl. Daniel always felt a bit embarrassed when he announced he was math PhD candidate. folks would immediately glaze over,
tsk tsk out a 'that's interesting', and swiftly change the subject. something will come up, he mantra'd to himself over and over, something will come up. stick with ali, there is something real in there, just a bit deeper. the real problem was his thesis advisor. dr. fuentes was not returning his calls, his secretary was not taking appointments from Daniel. he had submitted his finished draft of his thesis two weeks ago, but hadnt heard back since, except for a cryptic email saying that the review committee was having some issues with his paper and that Daniel would be hearing from him shortly. Daniel was rerunning his calculations on RamaNet to assuage the gnawing doubt that he completely botched some component of his argument and that the review committee was debating some manner of telling him to redo the entire effort. no PhD and no job. that would ice the cake. Daniel started calculating his body mass and general aerodynamic resistance relative to the height of the school cathedral to figure out if he had time to reach a terminal velocity before impact...only a failed math PhD would attempt to determine at what speed his body would smack concrete, he morbidly thought to himself.
ali ja'far muhammed ibn abdullah al-farisi slipped meditatively on his cup of water, thinking about his proof. he dipped a finger in the cup and held up a droplet of water under his fingertip, watching the sunlight prisimatically splay out on the mouth of the cup. 'praise be Allah and his wonderous bounty' he mumured to himself.
the elders had been in conference all day over his proof. though the heavy doors to their chamber were closed, he would occasionally hear muffled but distinctly angry shouts. ali sat on a divan in the anteroom, served numerous cups of tea by an obviously nervous secretary. ali knew there was deep resistance to his research, but for the life of him he couldnt figure out why. he was a simple mathematician. he came up with some unique observations. he wanted to share them with his peers...
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Overview: biotech researcher discovers a new life-extension technology and is murdered. He is cryogenically frozen for 150 years. When he is
revived he must stop a dark corporate conspiracy – and find his murderer.
Summer 2015 - Hot genius free-lance biotech researcher unravels the key component of a radical life-extension gene therapy that will ensure 300 years of robust life to its recipients. The researcher is murdered shortly after he hides the critical component. His distraught friend has him cryogenically frozen. 150 years later, the researcher is revived by the same major bio-med corporation for which he had originally been working.
Quickly he realizes that their motives are less than altruistic: his modification of the gene therapy is needed to resolve an unforeseen debilitation now creeping up in the recipients of the life-extension process. The recipients, now nearing 125 years off added life, are decompensating into psychotics. The researcher at first tries to remember and reconstruct what he did with the hidden critical component, but stops in disgust when he learns that in the past 150 years the life-extension therapy has been reserved solely for the ultra-affluent and has created an extreme and cruel global gerontocratic elite. He voices his disgust to his corporate minders, who cease being beneficent and show their true colors as trying to gain control of this critical technology in order to control the elites.
In the process of dealing with the corporation, he learns about his murder and begins investigating.As he comes closer to the identity of his murderer, he uncovers a wider conspiracy and is the target of more murder attempts.
He was killed by a friend in 2015. The friend was the CEO of a small bio-gen firm that the researcher was doing the LET work for. The CEO, a biz-head with a genetics academic background, took the researcher’s work and exploited it as his own, in the process growing his small firm into a bio-med powerhouse and him into one of the world’s wealthiest individuals.
The CEO also was the first recipient of the LET and is now 190 years old, but doesn’t look a day over 45. Smart, urbane, ruthless, the CEO used his wealth and position to start the cabal of Ultras. It is a faction of the top 50 smartest and wealthiest people in the world who have ‘ascended from the world’ (faked their demise) and control the global economy with their vast coordinated wealth. Perhaps they will call themselves ‘The Ascended’. We need to decide how the cabal lives. Are they sequestered on a luxurious island compound, or do they live in the open, surgically re-sculpted after each faked death, or do they live in the open.
Also we need to figure out what the world will look and feel like in 150 years.
As the ultras decompensate into psychosis, the CEO orders the researcher to be revived in order to find a cure. The CEO had the researcher’s lab notes decrypted and figured that the he was close if not successful in finding the missing component to stabilize the LET.
Tiberius Syndrome: the decline into cruel psychosis experienced by the ultras, named after the roman emperor Tiberius’ degenerate behavior after he sequestered himself on Capri.
The ironic twist might be that there is no cure, no stabilization. The psychosis is not the result of the LET alone, but also due in part to the unfettered ego/wills of the ultras. Absolute power corrupts…
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a brazilian hacking syndicate was subcontracted by a st petersberg crew to run interference on a hit on SWIFT, the global currency clearinghouse notification network. The UniFavela clan was going to run a multi-flank raid. They specialized in fast propagating virii and had created a custom mail-in virus that exploited a few microsoft vulnerabilities that they had discovered and kept mum. Their target was a Latin American PR spokesman listed on the corporate web site for press queries. The PR flak would be just the sleepy guard on the wall for their virus to slip past. 30 minutes after opening an inocuous spoofed email from a French e-trade publication requesting clarification on the SWIFT-Indentrus partnership. the virus would port scan and map its entire site LAN, salmoning its way up the router paths till it found the deep waters of the main corporate campus network in Brussels. Shortly, the internal LAN at Brussels would be suffering switch and router buffer overflows and traffic would gasp, ack, and sputter. UniFavela would then towel whip out a vanilla DDOS on the main company web site, any INTERNIC-registered addresses, and any other system in the IP block reserved for SWIFT that had previously port scanned as interesting, or ,even, as nothing. Mongols charging the village gates and tossing flaming torches on thatched roofs. IT Operations would be running to and fro, trying to figure out the internal bandwidth crunch and if there was a bleedout causing the external net problems.
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The Post-Human Story of Minos:
the CEO of a powerful commercial combine is bore an illegitimate son by his indiscreet wife in retaliation for his own dalliances. the son has a hideous deformity but is fantastically brilliant - brilliant enough for the father overcome his own repulsion of the child - as a bastard and a freak. the father sequesters the child in an elaborate virtual domain. the child, a hacker savant, is used to breach competitor nets. but as his power in the digital realm expands, the child transforms into the tyrant-monster. using the nets, he lashes out at people who have caused him pain, then evolves into enjoying the taste of terror and fear. He becomes the Minotaur.
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'there was a mad scramble amongst all the big spook governments, dark side corporations, and the privacy maccabees once it was determined that quantum computation had left the tidal pool of academia, grown legs and air-breathing lungs, and was headed for the nat sec intel highlands. all previous encryption models were rendered obsolete, and worse, exposed. QC became an undefiable xray spotlight, laying bare any encrypted secret with a ease of opening a mathematical candy wrapper. And for a while it swung the advantage back to the state in the digital Boer War against the freecon partisans.'
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The Oort, to the Intras, looked as one people. Extra-stellar hillbillies, ekeing out a subsistance existence on extracted organics from the frozen crud comets and other planetesimals of the Oort Cloud that slung around the solar system in a 1K AU circuit. To the Oort there was no Oort. Each station, each kampong was distinct and seperate. Seperate dialects, traditions, norms, goals. Some were scientific collectives, some were tired mining operations, some were intense sectarian cults - they shared little between themselves beyond necessary trade links for scarce commodities.
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A young prince is disgraced in an internal court scandal and sent into a quasi-exile on a worthless mission. On his travels he builds the wisdom and learns the skills necessary to be a just and effective leader.
His exile was a gambit by his patriarch to remove Genji from the arena of pointless court intrigues and develop him as a real leader. The patriarch dispatched a team of loyal praetorians to discreetly follow and protect Genji on his odyssey.
Genji was sent as an emissary to the Oort system. He must pass through the Martian-Saturnine corridor, populated with industrial trading guilds and their private militias.
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Genealogy becomes paramount in a closed culture; hierarchy by heredity. Reference the roman patrician class’ death-grip obsession with lineage, or the medieval Japanese imperial court’s strict intra-elite caste system.
But in an era of extreme genetic engineering, how can bloodlines retain their importance? Perhaps this is the wrong question. Perhaps in an era of extreme genetic engineering, authentic bloodlines can only retain their importance. The longevity of an unchanged gene line demonstrates success in evolutionary competition. Over time however, the fitness of a rigidly enforced and ‘sequestered’ gene line will degrade. Consider the hemophilia of the European royal strata.
I would not want the imperial court of the inner system to be pure blue bloods, eschewing genetic manipulation. Rather I would have them take the opposite tack – and embrace genetic engineering in the pursuit of perfecting particular socially valued or distinctive attributes; a roman nose, elongated refined fingers, even the possession of certain ‘noble’ afflictions (for ex., the aforementioned hemophilia as a sign of noble lineage).
The elites should pursue genealogy with the same passion and gusto as horse breeders; studs and mares and percentages of bloodlines, enforced and suppressed gene expressions, surrogates, and gene modes des saisons.
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a bum finds a the wallet and keys of a man who jumped from a bridge
he goes to his townhouse to find something to eat or steal
is impressed and overwhelmed with the man's townhouse
showers, eats, gets cleaned up, finds some clothes
is ready to leave when he helps a woman wrestling with groceries at her door
she thanks him, but looks stunned.
‘are you the man in #560? umm..i have lived here for 3 years and have never actually seen you. you seem to leave so early in the morning and get
home so late and keep to yourself.’
they spend 30 minutes talking, having a generally warm friendly encounter.
‘well, I am so glad to have finally met you. Hope to see you soon.’ As she closes her door, the bum turns to leave but pauses and thinks for a moment, then goes back into the man's townhouse
he pours through the man's papers and keepsakes and learns that the man has no family that he speaks with, no friends, lives off a well-endowed trust fund
and
the bum moves in and takes over the mans identity
he brings warmth and sincerity to the man's identity
what makes a hermit tick? what lengths do they go to to remove themselves from society? does it become a game to avoid contact, trying to become a shadow, a phantom? does society dissolve away as a mental force in their thoughts, atrophy away or does it become an amputated impression?
what divsion line stands between a hermit and convict in solitary? the hermit, by and large, chooses their isolation, the convict has it enforced upon them. at what point does the human need for society or socialization collapse? is there anything left that we can inspect and evaluate? a hermit, however, is able to maintain walls against the Great Other, which would imply that they are seeking refuge from the world. a schizo or an autistic will be physically surrounded by others but unable or incapable of making contact.
when does the will to contact die? what is left over? do humans require contact to retain our humanity? can you love and sacrifice in a vacuum?
what defines humanity? oooh, a big question...
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genetic engineering will continue to deconstruct the human species
there will be catastrophic disasters: gene sequence specific viruses engineered to attack 'types' of people. Der Genkampf
petroleum will be replaced- hydrogen-powered locomotion and green power (in the wealthy states). the poor states will continue to be held hostage to oil politics
(cultures and civilizations do not move forward uneringly. they spasticly jerk forward and fro, in clumps andgrains, never ever as a lemming death drive.)
developed economies will be netized. a new state structure will be needed to manage and dsitribute resources. the corporate structure, the commercial backbone of the capitalist democracy, will replace the republic. it is flexible to markets and political forces, insistent on accountability, it provides a sufficient compromise between individual representation and republican government. they will begin their political evolution as projects in community development. assurances of an educated workforce by charter education. assurances of uninterrupted utilities by running their own power/water etc. net-based marketplaces create corporate agoras. employees are in fact de facto citizens of the corporation. citizenship, or regular employment, will be a reward for merit, stock shares will count towards suffrage.
great corporate collectives will arise. housing, education, security...all the needs of the middle class will be absorbed in the corporate state. the tradtional state will cede roles and responsibilities to the corporate state as their resources dwindle. a few isolated violent reactions (military or legal)by the republics against the corporate states, but they will fail over time. against, or more so, in conjunction with the homogenized corporatsists wil be the diasporae, non-corporates will glom to other modes of networked alignment, ethnic allegiance will become stronger over time - as the chinese, indian, and jewish disporaestrengthen as a formula for a successful competition against/with the corporates.
the american state, succored by its overwhelming techo-military supremancy, loses its mission, its vision - substitutes will to dominate for will to excel - and falls into the deep narcotic, insulated slumber of the unassailable. GE, nano, and the banknote net weaken the mythic cohesion of the american spirit. we are no longer united by common experience (mass-mediated or otherwise) the promise of science to make us stronger, smarter, near immortal is held like a manifest destiny or a divine IOU for services rendered to humanity.
PFC Lorica Hamata Chainmall for The Narrative Event
PFC Commander Pauldrons
PFC Praetorian Helmet
PFC Bjorn Only Bracers
PFC Gladius Sheath Belt
BERAS Poses Cardosu 3 for LEVEL
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Excerpt from Wikipedia:
Sacro Cuore di Gesú al Castro Pretorio (English: Sacred Heart of Jesus at the Praetorian Barracks) is a Roman Catholic parish and titular church in Rome, Italy.
It was built in 1887 by Conte Francesco Vespignani (1842-1899), the Architetto dei Sacri Palazzi of Leo XIII, who also built the College of S. Anselmo on the Aventine Hill. The imposing statue of the Redeemer atop the campanile was erected only in 1931.
Dedicated to the Sacred Heart of Jesus, the church is served by the Salesian fathers. It has an adjoining boarding-school of arts and industries.
The church was elevated to the status of a minor basilica in 1921.
Hello everyone! It's been a LONG time since I've posted and I thought I should shed some light on that. After a number of issues with stress, school, and having my heart torn out by a girl I fell into an antagonizing 6 month long depression that really kept me from doing well in mostly everything. I was really broken for awhile. I had no energy, my IRL friends left me to rot, and I wasn't happy. I'm really thankful for the friends that I've made through Flickr who held me up for those 6 long months and didn't let me fall. Now I've made a number of changes to myself and the world and I've been feeling a bit better (still have issues, but not as bad as before). I will be posting much more now, and I wanted to thank everyone whose had my back since I came to Flickr. You guys are the best!
-Jman (Praetorian Guard)
You're lookin' right at it.
Recently re-read the Watchmen graphic novel, and I was suddenly tempted to update my Comedian.
The parts I've modded since the last post are the arms, which are from Apocalypseburg Batman, and the armor, which is from the Praetorian Guard battle pack. I painted half of it blue, and I must admit, it turned out nicely.
Once I get him a CitizenBrick cigarette, Brickarms shotgun, and the Infinity War Doctor Strange hairpiece, he’ll be my near-definitive version.
As always, your thoughts are appreciated :)
I feel like the Scrub Jay takes a hit due to it's name. This one is like a Victorian Gentleman with his lace at the throat. Gorgeous blue color suit with a praetorian beak.
(and a fondness for peanuts)
Or at least I think its around six. Anyways, last weekend I headed on over to the Lego store and got the War Machine Buster, Praetorian Guard battle pack, and a build-a-minifig. Lets dive into the figs :)
Left to right:
Max Rebo: Nothing new, just gave him a saxophone.
Wat Tambor: Changed the torso and got him a proper dress/slope piece.
Anakin Ep. 3: Dig how this brown Mad Eye hair looks on him.
Luke TLJ: I think this head fits him better than the official one.
Praetorian Guard: Nothing special, I just thought he looked cool with these gloves. The only downside is that he can't hold anything, which is why I've since removed them.
Sorry for the small absence. Life's just been kind of... depressing. I don't know, I guess I've felt a bit down recently. Ah well, I'll get past it.
Hope you enjoy :)
A red-cloaked bug with an imposing aura, and speed and skill to match. She wield her needle and thread,in battle with grace and finesse; these tools also allow her to expertly navigate Hallownest's terrain.
For those not familiar with the video game Hollow Knight, this character is a boss and the protagonist of the upcoming sequel "Silksong".
The Trio:
The Knight: www.flickr.com/photos/sparkytron/49949141761
Hornet : www.flickr.com/photos/sparkytron/49952632361
The Hollow Knight: www.flickr.com/photos/sparkytron/49956170267/
My second attempt at Hornet, now with a more vibrant red and more cloth elements to capture her in-game appearance. The cloth elements are from the Star Wars Buildable figure set '75529 Elite Praetorian Guard'
Debated weather or not figures were enough to upload here, but I think they are pretty dang cool. The one on the right is designed by NS brick designs. They have custom decals and cloth parts made by myself. Check out the video on my YT below, and I promise I'll upload an actual build soon. ;-P
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Koper, the Old Town at least, is one big sight. From carved grey Istrian limestone to narrow streets leading to the main square, boasting the largest cathedral in Slovenia, everything in Koper narrates a story of past and present moments. Koper rose from an ancient settlement built on an island in the southeastern part of the Gulf of Koper in the northern Adriatic. In Ancient Greece, the town was known as Aegida. Later it became known by the Latin names of Capris, Caprea, Capre, or Caprista, from which the modern Slovenian name stems. In 568, Roman citizens of nearby Trieste fled to Capris due to an invasion of the Lombards. The Lombard, a Germanic tribe ruled in 8th century. Trade between Koper and Venice has been recorded since 932. In the war between Venice and the Holy Roman Empire, Koper was on the German side. In 1278 it joined the Republic of Venice. It was at this time that the city walls and towers were partly demolished. Koper grew to become the capital of Venetian Istria and was renamed Caput Histriae, head of Istria. Assigned to Italy after World War I, at the end of World War II it was controlled by Yugoslavia. With Slovenian independence in 1991, Koper became the only commercial port in Slovenia. Koper's main sight of interest is its Venetian-era old city. Its main street, Cevljarska is no more than two or three meters wide in some places and this old town is packed from dawn to dusk. Cevljarska will lead you towards the town's main square; Titov, which is dominated by the bell tower of the St. Mary's of the Assumption Cathedral. Perhaps the most astonishing building on the square is the hacienda-like Praetorian Palace, the seat of the city's governor during the Venetian Republic.
Photo of BieJee, Samantha and Kanitha walking in Koper's Old Town, the Venetian-era to the harbor. The old town is packed from dawn to dusk. The ray of light at dusk colorize the cool air-sprayed fog. This outdoor air-threatening water spray makes your body feel cool in a heatwave. If seen such sprays before in Dubai. It's a straight out of the Camera photo, except for the crop.
Koper ontstond in de oudheid. Door de Grieken werd de stad Aegida genoemd, bij de Romeinen Capris, Caprea, Capre en ook wel Caprista. Koper is nu één van de drie havensteden van Slovenië. Het ligt ten oosten van Izola en Piran en ongeveer 11 kilometer ten zuiden van de Italiaanse stad Triëst. Aan het marktplein staan enkele prachtige gebouwen die meer dan 500 jaar oud zijn. Het stadhuis, voormalig pretorenpaleis, valt op door zijn hoge balkons en kantelentorens. Tevens staat er op dit plein een gotisch gebouw Loggia genaamd. Tevens is de vlakbij gelegen St Nazarius kathedraal een interessante bezienswaardigheid. Het provinciaal museum van de stad gaat o.a. over de 2500-jarige geschiedenis van Koper. In de middeleeuwen werd Koper een administratief centrum voor Istrië en kreeg het de naam Caput Histriae vanwaar het Italiaanse Capodistria is afgeleid. Slovenië heeft slechts een kleine kuststrook van ongeveer 50 kilometer in Istrië aan de Golf van Triëst, die deel uitmaakt van de Adriatische Zee. De baai waaraan Koper ligt heet de Baai van Koper. Toen de Lombarden, Oost-Germaans volk in het jaar 568 binnenvielen vluchtten de Romeinen uit Triëst naar Koper. Later heersten de Lombarden en de Franken over Koper. Het is bekend dat er al in het jaar 932 handel was tussen Koper en Venetië. Een oorlog in 1035 tussen het Heilige Roomse Rijk en Venetië, waarin Koper de zijde van het Heilige Roomse Rijk koos, verstoorde de handel. In 1278 sloot het zich aan bij de Republiek Venetië. Koper werd een belangrijk handelscentrum en de hoofdstad van het Venetiaanse Istrië, Koper kreeg de naam Caput Histriae. Na de Eerste Wereldoorlog werd het aan Italië toegwezen. Aan het einde van de Tweede Wereldoorlog viel Koper onder Joegoslavisch gezag. Koper telt 1270 inwoners die tot de Italiaanse minderheid behoren (2,7% van de totale bevolking). Hun positie is door de Sloveense grondwet beschermd, wat onder meer eigen radio- en televisiezenders, verplichte tweetaligheid in bestuur, onderwijs, rechtspraak en opschriften, reclame en dergelijke. BieJee, Samantha en Kanitha lopen hier door een buiten nevel- douche in de oude binnenstad van Koper richting haven. Het late zonlicht valt hier prachtig op de nevel. Zo'n neveldouch maakt je heerlijk koel. Ik heb ze eerder gezien in Dubai.
He is done. Finally.
After weeks of work, I present to you, The Praetorian.
I am really happy with how he turned out, all those intense steps on the armor really paid off :D
Parts used:
Brickwarriors - Helmet, Torso Armor.
Brickarms - Browning Barrel (Axe Handle)
Brickforge - Vambraces
Games Workshop - Wings
Enjoy!
-Chris