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Hooray for WORDZ!
Hooray for O'Make!
Prepare the stout!

Also yay, its TUESDAY, tho on a wednesday for me because timezones are magic.
 
You know, I still laugh every time this gets brought up, because people do actually eat the rinds of various fruits. Lemons and Kiwis I know a number of people that just eat them along with everything else, and orange peel gets used in a number of different preserves, sometimes in the form of thin strips that you do eat when using them.

There's also candied orange peel to consider! :)
 
""We won't start anything, Dad," she assured him. "Only finish it."" - Scary, scary, SCARY words. As in 'did you know that a sun is a continuously exploding fusion bomb? ...'
 
See, now we need an omake crossover rof the various Taylor's all meeting, and then all Roflstomping the Council. I never liked them, and never will. But still, it would be funny to see.
There was once a time when all the various Taylors met in a single universe.
When the Council of ROBs was done fixing the near-fatal damage the omniverse had suffered as a result, they made their first and only unanimous decree: "NEVER AGAIN!"

Gordon, it that you? Arn't they waiting for you, in the test chamber?
Sadly that particular test had to be put on hold when DARPA obtained some very interesting things.
 
Taylor grinned at her, making her smile back. "Don't worry, it's going to work out fine," the girl assured her friend. Looking at Brendan, Taylor asked, "The President and everyone are OK with Tali and I doing the initial contact like we discussed?"

He nodded. "It's not entirely the normal practice, but what about any of this is normal?" he quipped, making her laugh. "You're the one who started it all, there's no reason not to have you be the one to do the next part. Mr Prender is ready to do his job when required, and the entire Department of Extraterrestrial Relations is still manically working out all the details of an official First Contact, but that can wait until we've opened a dialog."


Lol, the Alphabet Soup are just going to watch the Prime Asset waltz off into a (proven) hostile galaxy in a parallel universe, and just shrug their shoulders? 🤣 No, I really really really think that "The President and everyone" are absolutely not okay with the golden goose waltzing into a very risky situation. They just can't stop her.
 
Lol, the Alphabet Soup are just going to watch the Prime Asset waltz off into a (proven) hostile galaxy in a parallel universe, and just shrug their shoulders? 🤣 No, I really really really think that "The President and everyone" are absolutely not okay with the golden goose waltzing into a very risky situation. They just can't stop her.
Except for the fact that they were doing first contact in a comfortable room via radio.
 
I like the above post. Well thought out, makes sense from a human biology perspective, and is logical.

Now I just want someone in story to suggest this, them do a whole bunch of tests, and send all this time proving it, and then Tali is saved from some horrible disease or something that the Fleet has been dealing with by her eating oranges and their peels.
...The immune issues are just Quarian-Scurvy, because they aren't getting those nutrients that (somehow, I am no biologist, much less an immunologist) make their alien immune systems function properly.
""We won't start anything, Dad," she assured him. "Only finish it."" - Scary, scary, SCARY words. As in 'did you know that a sun is a continuously exploding fusion bomb? ...'
To quote a humorous video on Youtube: The Sun is a Deadly Laser.
They tried that in the other omake. She ended up building her own interdimensional portal, in a supply closet, with a box of scraps!
Only because they used shoddily-built tinkertech to GET her to the bunker, and it sent her to the WRONG BUNKER. Remember, she used her reverse-engineered portal-tech to travel directly to the RIGHT BUNKER.
 
You could make that work biologically easily enough, but it'd raise some significant questions about why nobody figured it out.
easy: the Quarian economy is in starvation mode with synthetic everything, and the synthesis isn't quite as accurate or complete as it could be, not that there's really anything to spare to do the research to figure it out either. And everyone else's economy is in "fuck the quarians" mode.

Remember that the Quarian population went from five billion or so to maybe a few tens of millions. That is an absolutely appalling brain drain, amongst other things, not least because most of the institutional knowledge would have been in the heads of the people least likely to endure a robo-atomic apocalypse war. They lost absolutely everything except their ship-engineering (which became a survival skill).
 
easy: the Quarian economy is in starvation mode with synthetic everything, and the synthesis isn't quite as accurate or complete as it could be, not that there's really anything to spare to do the research to figure it out either. And everyone else's economy is in "fuck the quarians" mode.

Remember that the Quarian population went from five billion or so to maybe a few tens of millions. That is an absolutely appalling brain drain, amongst other things, not least because most of the institutional knowledge would have been in the heads of the people least likely to endure a robo-atomic apocalypse war. They lost absolutely everything except their ship-engineering (which became a survival skill).
And that explains the Quarians having zero knowledge of this major deficiency disease how? Did literally no Quarian ever experience it back when they had a control group?

If they were aware of it, it's not plausible that they couldn't solve it. The things they already do to survive it are vastly more expensive than a nutritional supplement would be.
 
And that explains the Quarians having zero knowledge of this major deficiency disease how? Did literally no Quarian ever experience it back when they had a control group?

If they were aware of it, it's not plausible that they couldn't solve it. The things they already do to survive it are vastly more expensive than a nutritional supplement would be.
There might not have been enough to make a control group.
 
...The immune issues are just Quarian-Scurvy, because they aren't getting those nutrients that (somehow, I am no biologist, much less an immunologist) make their alien immune systems function properly.
This might be a fault in the wiki I just looked at, but according to that, this is wrong. The issue with the Quarian's immune system is a two-fold punch of their homeworld not having many infectious agents (bacteria and viruses), and what few there are often being beneficial to the Quarians.

It's not a lack of nutrition, it's a lack of a healthy microbiome.
 
This might be a fault in the wiki I just looked at, but according to that, this is wrong. The issue with the Quarian's immune system is a two-fold punch of their homeworld not having many infectious agents (bacteria and viruses), and what few there are often being beneficial to the Quarians.

It's not a lack of nutrition, it's a lack of a healthy microbiome.
That is correct, the Quarians evolved to have a symbiotic relationship with the bacterium of Rannoch.
 
And that explains the Quarians having zero knowledge of this major deficiency disease how? Did literally no Quarian ever experience it back when they had a control group?

If they were aware of it, it's not plausible that they couldn't solve it. The things they already do to survive it are vastly more expensive than a nutritional supplement would be.

In the past, whoever was in charge of colonization and rannochforming certainly knew. They had half a dozen colonies and none of them were dying of auto-immune problems. But if none of the people aware of the problem survived, it might mean the survivors left without any of the crucial plants. Even if they learned of the problem later, they might not have been able to go back for what they needed.

And that assumes everyone involved was rational. What if the majority of survivors were the Quarian equivalent of anti-vaxxers?
 
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