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Post by westender on Nov 14, 2010 12:12:05 GMT -1
One shouldn't anthropomorphise, and all that, but this just strikes me as awfy sad. Brave wee Spirit rover, dead and abandoned on Mars...? news.sciencemag.org/scienceinsider/2010/11/scientist-spirit-mars-rover-may.html" ...The rover, trapped in the sands of an alien planet, its solar cells slowly depleting, far from any possible help. Waiting for the instructions that it hopes will liberate it; but the instructions fail, and they come ever less often now. The sun rises a bit less every day, and the shadows are ever longer..."   |
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Post by heidie on Nov 14, 2010 14:25:10 GMT -1
Fur goads sake wumman get a grip...its a PUPPET!!!  |
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Post by westender on Nov 16, 2010 0:54:42 GMT -1
Fur goads sake wumman get a grip...its a PUPPET!!! It's the brave wee Robot That Could. Designed to last 90 days... been up there and sending stuff back for years... until it got stuck. Far from home.  |
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Post by heidie on Nov 16, 2010 2:51:32 GMT -1
Its a bit o metal,wires an batteries how oan mars could it be "brave"? Times fur a lie doon an a scratch at yer dugs ears hen.......................... :-)
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Post by westender on Nov 16, 2010 10:05:29 GMT -1
Its a bit o metal,wires an batteries how oan mars could it be "brave"? Times fur a lie doon an a scratch at yer dugs ears hen.......................... :-) Ach leezalane, I'm anthropomorphisin, ya heartless bam |
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Post by heidie on Nov 16, 2010 18:05:52 GMT -1
Gie us strength....whit ye must remember is that it wis built an designed by Lekii an as such it is jist a bit o macheenery..an afore thon mad stoker artoo comes galumphin in,  aw his loat did wis nail wheels onty it! An wheels dinnae think.... ;D |
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Post by celyn on Nov 18, 2010 1:21:18 GMT -1
... An wheels dinnae think.... ;D No? I reckon there's some nasty thinking that goes on re. wheels on supermarket trolleys.  |
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Post by heidie on Nov 18, 2010 7:04:49 GMT -1
Aye mibbes so,but,ur you no a "new age" loony an therfur ur prone tae these delusions..... ;-)
Ther agen come tae think o it ther IS sumthin aboot thon fuggin trolleys....hmmmmmmm................
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Post by notanimby on Nov 18, 2010 7:37:27 GMT -1
Aye mibbes so,but,ur you no a "new age" loony an therfur ur prone tae these delusions..... ;-) Ther agen come tae think o it ther IS sumthin aboot thon fuggin trolleys....hmmmmmmm................ yoo cannae be to careful there Heidie - that would stop yer fast getaway withoot payin frae Tescos in DUMBastardshire |
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Post by heidie on Nov 18, 2010 18:47:50 GMT -1
Ther isny a Tesco in the "jewel o the west"...or the ancient capital of strathclyde as mibbes you wid know it ther agen mibbes no as the scruff urny allowed oota greenok!
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Post by notanimby on Nov 19, 2010 7:26:10 GMT -1
Ther isny a Tesco in the "jewel o the west"...or the ancient capital of strathclyde as mibbes you wid know it ther agen mibbes no as the scruff urny allowed oota greenok! Morrisons then, thats always full of dodgy gits like yer "good" self |
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Post by tigger on Feb 7, 2011 16:40:29 GMT -1
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Post by westender on Feb 7, 2011 16:56:53 GMT -1
:oO tigger, you're no helpin here!!! <stabbed in the heart> |
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Post by peony on Feb 17, 2011 20:12:17 GMT -1
"...The rover, trapped in the sands of an alien planet, its solar cells slowly depleting, far from any possible help. Waiting for the instructions that it hopes will liberate it; but the instructions fail, and they come ever less often now. The sun rises a bit less every day, and the shadows are ever longer..."
This could not have been written by a science writer, surely. I'm sure no robot hopes for instructions.
We did manage to do some good things, with lots of help, in the space program. Too bad it's been gutted.
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Post by celyn on Feb 18, 2011 0:41:22 GMT -1
Awww, tigger, that's so sad. Poor wee thing. Like a lost puppy. No dinner, no bones, no biscuits, no sticks* to chase. No pats on the head. No Rover's Return. Greet greet, boo hoo. *Re. sticks, the last dog I had much to do with tended to regard young trees as sticks. A bit too enthusiastically on occasion. "No, Jamie, that is not a stick. That is a sapling and it is meant to stay there and grow and it is not a stick. Ah. Um. Well, maybe it is a stick then."  |
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aw his loat did wis nail wheels onty it!
