Big math news! It’s been thirty years since mathematicians last found a convex pentagon that could “tile the plane.” The latest discovery (by Jennifer McLoud-Mann, Casey Mann, and David Von Derau) was published earlier this month. Full story.
#ᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴅ(INTERESTS: avaricious inquiry strives for the pansophical); #✕⋮ (LOADING.)
DOMINATOR. hello, yes, I’m going to most likely take a few weeks-a month off of roleplaying so I can dedicate what little free time I have to playing Metal Gear Solid V. I doubt I’ll be present on Skype, but if you need me then that’s still the best way to communicate.
#✕⋮ (MUNDANE.) #((BLASTS ELEGIA FROM MY SPEAKERS)) #((Knowing me I'll end up making a BB when I finish)) #((it was nice knowing everyone.))
she hadn’t meant to draw the other’s attention, really– but curiosity was a force she was always powerless to resist. (the purple and pink were really a pretty combination, but dangerous, for she wanted to touch) but she does as advised, pale fingers halting in their movement, and eventually falling back to her side, scolded as their owner.
❝ oh, sorry- ❞
though hesitant, she steps a bit closer, loud in the otherwise quietness; mismatched eyes wander, not expecting to understand - none of them did, after all - but interested nonetheless; it was rare enough to not be thrown completely from the room. ( & she wanted to make the most of it before her inevitable expulsion from said room)
❝ …what are you working on? ❞
just don’t touch anything in this room,
unless you want to
lose a limb or two & in that case, don’t say that I didn’t warn you.❞
THE FOUL DISPOSITION upon the youth’s countenance relaxes in scarce
quantities at the sound of the apology, staring FIXEDLY with
scientific skepticism before returning his view to more important
matters at hand. Gradually does he grow to forget the fox-girl’s
unwanted company as he types away another block of coding, optimizing his
new module’s firing rate to where it can fire a steady stream of bullets to the intended target; silent utterances muster encrypted walls of
codes, his movements as though POSSESSED by an otherworldly being whilst maintaining a focus so
unlike his cantankerous, short-fused demeanor. Once more does he pause, however, begrudgingly forced to condense the novellas of equations & mathematical
functions hovering to a few, short statements for the unenlightened (’tis in times such as these that he yearned for an intellectual equal–sans Eve–who held even an IOTA of understanding for the sciences).
new Dynamo, one that can fire on its own and I can deploy in the air. My only gripe’s the fact that I can’t get its AI to work properly, dammit!❞
#hiddarkness #「Ⅴ: // ARC TRACER.」 #≫ ARA HAAN 01.」 #((pats you a lot no problem! uwu)) #((cries AT/MM's misanthropy makes it so hard)) #((for him to not be like 'gtfo' 99% of the time))
the ability to manipulate various forms of technology and technological constructs including, but not limited to, computers, robots, and hardware. unlike many other mutations, the power often tailors itself to the strengths of its individual users, making it incredibly rare for identical forms of the power to exist in separate hosts. for example, one user might find that they can cross the line between the technological world and reality, allowing them to propel themselves or others into television programs or the internet, while another discovers that they can do the opposite, bequeathing them the ability to temporarily pull people, things or objects from their technological host and into physical existence. As of recent, a new slew of mutants with this ability has found that they are able to physically intwine themselves with technology, allowing themselves to regenerate and charge as if they were a machine rather than human using various methods, such as “plugging themselves in” for a charge or simply draining the energy from machines. There have been a rare few of those gifted with cyberkinesis that have been capable of taking on more advances qualities of a machine, allowing themselves to cross the barrier between what is human and what is robotic, resulting in morphing into what can only be characterized as a cyborg.
#body horror // #ᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴅ(CREATION: culmination of Promethean inquiry); #✕⋮ (LOADING.)
NIMBLE PHALANGES LUNGE FORWARD upon noticing a foreign hand attempting to caress one of his many current projects (another model for his Dynamo factory: a gatling drone); with reflexes equivocal to that of a FELINE, he maintains an OBSESSIVE gaze upon a multitude of transparent screens. He has little time to divide focus whilst perusing through paragraphs of complex equations, sorting graphs fluctuating at indecipherable speeds, & QUADRUPLE-CHECKING for (impossible) glitches threatening the fragile state of his research–errors are unacceptable.
❝I wouldn’t touch that if I were you.❞
#hiddarkness #「Ⅴ: // ARC TRACER.」 #((aaaaaa hope this is fine ;-; )) #≫ ARA HAAN 01.」
name: Shinya height: 5'7″ eye color: Dark brown favorite color(s): Blue, red, black #2muchedge best school subject(s): I’m best in English and Art, but I’m also good at History and Science. current shirt color: Blue day or night: Night religion: Hrrrmm… existentialist :I gender: Meh sexual orientation: Asexual single or taken: Single pringle don’t wanna mingle celebrity crush: Lee Sang-Woo & Bae Doona (/u\) coffee or tea: REAL MEN DRINK THEIR COFFEE BLACK. tea is also good tho ww favorite food: Anything Korean tbh
FAILURE in successfully breaching the many “Aisha-proofed” walls that was Add’s ego and more, the girl falters in mixed disappointment and frustration. What was with these scientists, anyway? … They’re so uncreative and are hermits! Despite her opinions on the topic of science, she still bore a curiosity in the development of Nasods – and particularly the Dynamos. He built them himself, right? ❝ FIRST, if you touch me, I’ll root you to the ground. Second, I just want to see you work on your Nasods since you pour majority – if not all – your energy into working on these things. I’ll try not to be a bother like usual if I get to watch.❞
HOW QUICKLY SHE DEVOURS his patience! A foul tch hisses from his lips, the sound like tarnished magnesium (scraping & black, impurities embedded with rancor) at her unyielding insistence, speaking as though she holds some god-given RIGHT to do as she pleases in his hall, his sanctuary, his CHURCH dedicated to creation & the beautiful equations that make the unknown tangible. With every second spend shooing the girl away, the more he finds himself unconsciously reaching for the orbitoclast–a doctor’s ice pick–whilst bearing a delightful SMIRK telltale of his growing disdain for her unwanted company.
❝Kek, are you stupid? I’ve told you to leave twice already, so if you think I’ll even consider letting you watch then perhaps I ought to correct that little annoying quirk of yours; say, you know what a lobotomy is?❞
IN LEISURELY GESTURES he picks up the hammer-like object, waving it about nonchalantly & permitting gravity to let its head weigh against his iron grip. He takes steady yet UNSTABLE strides toward the vexing witch–all-too prepared to provide a firsthand lesson in what happens when one dares to get in his way. It matters little how she reacts so long as she gets the picture & learns to respect a scientist’s need for ISOLATION; but were the girl to protest, however, he’ll have a grand time picking at whatever amount of matter still remains in that violet-crowned skull.
❝Lobotomies, also known as leucotomies, is a type of neurosurgery severing the connection between your frontal lobe & the rest of your brain; it’s normally used to treat mental illnesses, but the brain is a delightful little thing, keke: your entire personality contained in that little dome of grey matter, how much would a little nudge affect it, I wonder~?❞
#lovcsha #「Ⅴ: // MASTERMIND.」 #≫ AISHA 01.」 #((all I can say is rip Aisha rn))