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OK, clever clogs! How come the gorgeous under-clad Rebecca is always a tantalising three miles from all of us????
The greatest minds in the cosmos are stumped.
She's clearly got a very fast bike.
OK, clever clogs! How come the gorgeous under-clad Rebecca is always a tantalising three miles from all of us????
The greatest minds in the cosmos are stumped.
Gruesome! Next time try a virtual reality tumble, should be less painfulNot recently - about 16 months ago while halfway round my first 50 miler.
I finished the ride but had to fix up and clean blood off the bike afterwards.
Or are we "living" in a nothing more than a computer simulation!
Possibly run as an experiment, run by persons unknown for reasons unknown. Possibly run by a supercomputer.
Various hints have been given in more recent times as we "have caught up", tecnologywise, to possibly understand what we really are. Hints such as computer games, specifically those games that allow us to build our own computer based empire.
Simpler versions of these games let you start the ball rolling, and then see how things work out.
The games prepare us to confront a "reality" where it is shown to us what "life" really is. Some are rumoured to have doorways that will lead those who find them to the truth.
Has anyone found one of these doorways yet? What would they do if they did? Is the secret worth keeping?
What would a virtual fall/tumble in a virtual world be like though?Gruesome! Next time try a virtual reality tumble, should be less painful
Fleetingly painful, I guess: no day after ache, no blood to clean up from the bike.What would a virtual fall/tumble in a virtual world be like though?
If there was blood on the bike that had to be cleaned off, it'd be a bad un.Fleetingly painful, I guess: no day after ache, no blood to clean up from the bike.
Not recently - about 16 months ago while halfway round my first 50 miler.
I finished the ride but had to fix up and clean blood off the bike afterwards.
If there was blood on the bike that had to be cleaned off, it'd be a bad un.
Richard Feynman offerred a pize of $1,000 in 1959 for the fiest person to find a way of writing small enough to fit the entire Encyclopedia Britannica on the head of a pin.Next we'll be researching how many people with budgies strapped to their backs we can get dancing on the head of a pin!