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Not necessarily true about the Morrow on Earth 16.
With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Twelve)
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Resist, Bob! Don't give into the her wiles!
Honestly, the idea of bringing discussion up over there genuinely amuses me, and I might actually do it.
"What do you mean this isn't a discussion thread?"
Anyway. On the issue of fuel cells and clean energy and what not: A car that runs on garbage. How, you ask? Easy! Paul loans out the use of his Gluttony Demon Construct Horde.
Xelloss
Mad Doctor
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I'd have to check on the numbers to be sure, but it isn't a bad as you say. Even at 700 bars the density is 42 kg/m^3, which is iirc not so far from gasoil.
Pumping things isn't much of a big deal. The problem is more not to pump it too fast not to damage things. Yes, it cost energy, but it's electricity from the power grid.
Because of the high pressure, the H2 travels too fast and won't accumulate. Engineers aren't dumb (though they can be lazy), the explosive nature of the hydrogen was one of the first things that had to be solved to comply to legal standards. Fuel cells tanks are 100% explosion-proof.
Edit : I should add that I'm a little knowledgeable on the subject, having worked for Air Liquide on improving high pressure tanks for fuel cells (switching from metal to composite material to decrease the vehicle mass)
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Hey if rhey could do it with tech in back to the future... I would feel disapointing that Paul would need demons to do the same.
Explanation: In the second movie, the time machine ran by recycling.
Empiricist2
Let's play doctor!
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BttF isn't exactly very hard science. DC isn't either, but Zoat has done his best to keep the science sensible and at least somewhat based on real science. While I can think of some ways to generate power with some forms of garbage, aluminum cans aren't one of those.
Also, comparing tech between universes doesn't really make much sense.
I going to need you to provide proof that the humans weren't merely feeding garbage to the demons that were doing the real work.
Mithrandir
Endurance and victory!
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- Lighting the Blue Beacons.
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I'm pretty sure you should capitalize the "b" in "'bout", even with an apostrophe before it.
Wouldn't the possesive of kinsmen have the apostrophe after the s, as it denotes multiple of something? I'm... not all that confident on this one.
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The apostrophe only goes after the s if the plural ends in s already. "Kinsmen" does not, therefore "kinsmen's" is correct.
I said energy density, not density. That's the wrong number. The question is how many joules of energy you can get out of a unit of the fuel. Hydrocarbons are ridiculously good at this, which is why we use them for fuel.
On paper, hydrogen LOOKS good here, but then you have to take into account the mass of the supporting equipment. Lithium batteries have a few ounces of power regulators. Hydrogen fuel cells have several kilograms of tank.
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Since when DC has been hard on science, or Zoat for that matter?
Paul solution to transportation?
MAGIC!
Paul solution to transportation?
MAGIC!
Empiricist2
Let's play doctor!
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- Baton Rouge
Sufficiently analyzed magic is indistinguishable from technology. "Magic" does not inherently mean that a piece of fiction is not hard science, it just means that the base laws of that universe are sufficiently different from our own that something humans deem 'magical' is accessible to those humans without a great understanding of the underlying principles.
The Hindenburg crash was because the skin was painted with a combination of varnish and powdered aluminum, which is basically rocket fuel. In any case, with the information from Stuart's ring database OL could show them how to make those graphene/nanotube supercapacitors which would make electric cars viable and is reproducible by the tech of YJ Earth.
Finagle007
[Verified Great Old One]
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Something to add to the 'SB Moderation Incompetency Thread', I suppose.
Karuadin
Vago Mundo
The 100 page limit per thread way back then was not the fault of the SB Moderators but due to the servers SB was originally hosted on.
After the switch of hosts in 2014 around...September?...that was when SB threads could now go beyond that number, to the rejoice of many.
So no, not something to add to whatever thread you're talking about.
Black Reign (part 5)
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- Hampden Park
13th March 2011
12:03 GMT -4:30
"If you keep this up, we're going to need a bigger gaol!"
The custody sergeant means it as a joke, but he has a point. Things are starting to get a little cramped. "We can start taking them to a different police station if you like."
"Doesn't the Justice League have some sort of prison?"
"No, they don't really get involved in that sort of thing."
He frowns as we head back out to where Kon and Miss Holguin are waiting and where the police in the office are trying to look like they're working rather than staring. "So where do they put the villains they arrest?"
"Depends on what they can do. Normal criminals get handed over to the local police like we're doing here."
"And the supervillains?"
"There's an assessment process… Most of them would be escorted to Belle Reve Federal Penitentiary. That's the United States' metahuman containment facility. It costs a lot to keep metahumans reliably imprisoned, so most places send their supervillains there."
He looks at me quizzically. "I thought Superman's enemies got sent somewhere called 'Stryker's Island'?"
"That's where Metropolis' prison is, and they had a metahuman detainment wing… Still have, actually. But they had to custom build the cells for each detainee, then they couldn't let them out for exercise or socialisation."
"And?" I raise my eyebrows. "Hey, I'm not saying the guards should beat them or anything, but if they're dangerous enough to need Superman to deal with them…"
"It was also a pretty expensive way of doing things and not all that reliable. And… There isn't much point putting them in prison if you're not at least going to make an effort to rehabilitate them. Belle Reve's actually got quite a good education program."
Kadabra's classes have expanded a bit. Even people who probably don't have any interest in going straight have started attending, if only because the alternative is a few more hours in their cells. Abra himself seems to like having an audience, and his experience with showmanship means that he knows how to deal with hecklers. I also think he rather enjoys the fact that whatever prison rules say they don't actually have any way to prevent inmates using magic.
They have a set of my manacles but at the moment those are only approved for the transfer of dangerous prisoners. They're still seeking funding to add a magic user detention wing of the prison. Senator Knight's been campaigning on the issue. Apparently he's the bookies' favourite to win the Republican Party nomination next year. Other than being vaguely aware of the fact I haven't really spent much time learning what's going on in American politics. I can't vote, and whoever wins they're still going to need supervillains stopped. Heck, I might not even spend significant time on Earth during his term, assuming that he wins.
The sergeant comes to a stop as we near Kon and Miss Holguin. "I will start getting the paperwork together so they can be formally charged. Thank you for your help."
"You're welcome."
He turns and walks away as I draw nearer my team mate.
"…have you been doing this, then?"
"My first fight with a supervillain was in July last year."
"And you're how old?"
Kon hesitates. "That… Kinda depends on when you count from."
Miss Holguin smiles. "Why? Were you created in a tank or something?"
"Yes."
The smile crystallises then fractures. "Ohhhh."
"If you count from when I got out of the pod, then I'm seven months old. But I finished growing last March, so if you count from then I'm nearly a year old."
Bit of a dispute between M'gann and I on that point. She thinks he should be celebrating his birthday in just over a week on the 21st. I say that he wasn't 'born' until he left the tank and started interacting with the world. Kon himself doesn't appear to be sure why it matters. It's not as if any law relating to a person's age can be meaningfully applied to him anyway. And while I was planning to leave Earth almost as soon as my year was up, it's not as if hanging around for a few days is going to matter.
Looks like Miss Holguin doesn't really know how to respond.
"Ready to head out?"
Kon looks around and nods. "Did they say where they want us next?"
"No."
"So how do you decide-"
"Which means it's your turn to pick."
"-where you're going to go?"
"We know where the high crime areas are. It's basically the barrios and around the airport, but the barrios have all kinds of crime and the airport it's mostly just thefts. But on the other hand, we can probably make all the airport thieves take a day off just by showing up once or twice, and you saw how the drug dealers barely slowed down when we flew over."
"So..?"
"Let's hit the airport first. It's nearly time for lunch and they've got better restaurants than Palo Verde."
"Rightyho. Lead the way."
Kon leads the way out of the police station. There's only been enough time for a small crowd to gather outside, but we get more than a few pictures taken as we take off and head out across the city. Right, start scanning for motorcyclists. Hundreds of orange crosshairs appear before my eyes. I imagine that it's a bit more than 1% around here.
"Can you really see what's going on down there?"
"Kryptonians have really good distance vision. If I focus, I can read the story in the newspaper that guy's-" He points downwards. "-reading."
Miss Holguin squints at where he's pointing. "What.. guy?"
"He's in a café just off that road. I don't think you can see him."
"Can you see through solid objects?"
"Kinda. I can see into the infrared part of the spectrum, so if there's a hot object I'll know about it."
"What about x-ray vision?"
"No, my range doesn't go that far. I think Superman's does, though."
She turns to me. "How about you?"
"My vision's good, but Human-good, not superhuman-good. I have to use the ring to scan for things."
Kon accelerates slightly as we approach the airport. "Are you picking up anything happening right now?"
Ring? "No obvious thefts in progress, though there are a few suspicious characters we could lurk over until they get the message."
"Okay, let's go-."
"Priority alert! Boom tube detected!"
Are the Bialyans getting another delivery? I stop in the air and hold out my left hand, palm upwards. "Ring, where is it?"
"Location: Paris."
Oh heck.
12:03 GMT -4:30
"If you keep this up, we're going to need a bigger gaol!"
The custody sergeant means it as a joke, but he has a point. Things are starting to get a little cramped. "We can start taking them to a different police station if you like."
"Doesn't the Justice League have some sort of prison?"
"No, they don't really get involved in that sort of thing."
He frowns as we head back out to where Kon and Miss Holguin are waiting and where the police in the office are trying to look like they're working rather than staring. "So where do they put the villains they arrest?"
"Depends on what they can do. Normal criminals get handed over to the local police like we're doing here."
"And the supervillains?"
"There's an assessment process… Most of them would be escorted to Belle Reve Federal Penitentiary. That's the United States' metahuman containment facility. It costs a lot to keep metahumans reliably imprisoned, so most places send their supervillains there."
He looks at me quizzically. "I thought Superman's enemies got sent somewhere called 'Stryker's Island'?"
"That's where Metropolis' prison is, and they had a metahuman detainment wing… Still have, actually. But they had to custom build the cells for each detainee, then they couldn't let them out for exercise or socialisation."
"And?" I raise my eyebrows. "Hey, I'm not saying the guards should beat them or anything, but if they're dangerous enough to need Superman to deal with them…"
"It was also a pretty expensive way of doing things and not all that reliable. And… There isn't much point putting them in prison if you're not at least going to make an effort to rehabilitate them. Belle Reve's actually got quite a good education program."
Kadabra's classes have expanded a bit. Even people who probably don't have any interest in going straight have started attending, if only because the alternative is a few more hours in their cells. Abra himself seems to like having an audience, and his experience with showmanship means that he knows how to deal with hecklers. I also think he rather enjoys the fact that whatever prison rules say they don't actually have any way to prevent inmates using magic.
They have a set of my manacles but at the moment those are only approved for the transfer of dangerous prisoners. They're still seeking funding to add a magic user detention wing of the prison. Senator Knight's been campaigning on the issue. Apparently he's the bookies' favourite to win the Republican Party nomination next year. Other than being vaguely aware of the fact I haven't really spent much time learning what's going on in American politics. I can't vote, and whoever wins they're still going to need supervillains stopped. Heck, I might not even spend significant time on Earth during his term, assuming that he wins.
The sergeant comes to a stop as we near Kon and Miss Holguin. "I will start getting the paperwork together so they can be formally charged. Thank you for your help."
"You're welcome."
He turns and walks away as I draw nearer my team mate.
"…have you been doing this, then?"
"My first fight with a supervillain was in July last year."
"And you're how old?"
Kon hesitates. "That… Kinda depends on when you count from."
Miss Holguin smiles. "Why? Were you created in a tank or something?"
"Yes."
The smile crystallises then fractures. "Ohhhh."
"If you count from when I got out of the pod, then I'm seven months old. But I finished growing last March, so if you count from then I'm nearly a year old."
Bit of a dispute between M'gann and I on that point. She thinks he should be celebrating his birthday in just over a week on the 21st. I say that he wasn't 'born' until he left the tank and started interacting with the world. Kon himself doesn't appear to be sure why it matters. It's not as if any law relating to a person's age can be meaningfully applied to him anyway. And while I was planning to leave Earth almost as soon as my year was up, it's not as if hanging around for a few days is going to matter.
Looks like Miss Holguin doesn't really know how to respond.
"Ready to head out?"
Kon looks around and nods. "Did they say where they want us next?"
"No."
"So how do you decide-"
"Which means it's your turn to pick."
"-where you're going to go?"
"We know where the high crime areas are. It's basically the barrios and around the airport, but the barrios have all kinds of crime and the airport it's mostly just thefts. But on the other hand, we can probably make all the airport thieves take a day off just by showing up once or twice, and you saw how the drug dealers barely slowed down when we flew over."
"So..?"
"Let's hit the airport first. It's nearly time for lunch and they've got better restaurants than Palo Verde."
"Rightyho. Lead the way."
Kon leads the way out of the police station. There's only been enough time for a small crowd to gather outside, but we get more than a few pictures taken as we take off and head out across the city. Right, start scanning for motorcyclists. Hundreds of orange crosshairs appear before my eyes. I imagine that it's a bit more than 1% around here.
"Can you really see what's going on down there?"
"Kryptonians have really good distance vision. If I focus, I can read the story in the newspaper that guy's-" He points downwards. "-reading."
Miss Holguin squints at where he's pointing. "What.. guy?"
"He's in a café just off that road. I don't think you can see him."
"Can you see through solid objects?"
"Kinda. I can see into the infrared part of the spectrum, so if there's a hot object I'll know about it."
"What about x-ray vision?"
"No, my range doesn't go that far. I think Superman's does, though."
She turns to me. "How about you?"
"My vision's good, but Human-good, not superhuman-good. I have to use the ring to scan for things."
Kon accelerates slightly as we approach the airport. "Are you picking up anything happening right now?"
Ring? "No obvious thefts in progress, though there are a few suspicious characters we could lurk over until they get the message."
"Okay, let's go-."
"Priority alert! Boom tube detected!"
Are the Bialyans getting another delivery? I stop in the air and hold out my left hand, palm upwards. "Ring, where is it?"
"Location: Paris."
Oh heck.
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And nothing of value was lost.
fake edit: Wait, what do you mean they have culture there?!
Ganurath
Literal Enthusiast
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Bacterial cultures. French hygiene, y'know?
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Traditional british sneering at the french aside, do we know if anything was going on in paris? You don't open a boom tube in a major population center without a specific reason to do so.
Hmmm. Upcoming resolution of the Forever People subplot he never knew happened? Someone showing up to look for them?
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Typos:
"flew"
"pictures", "bit"
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I thought it was the cheese, myself.
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