Just go bit deeper into the ocean and you'll get alien like life.
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So is each picture the Henry cavil of each species?
This is interesting as a language quirk. Alien can just mean "different" in English. It doesn't need to come from space. But English also has extraterrestrial.
As a non native speaker, I had to pause and wonder a bit about "alien".
Every language is like this. Any given word can mean multiple things.
AFAIK there's no equivalent word for alien in French. The concept is different. Everything coming from space is automatically extraterrestrial. If it's coming from earth, it's just a strange/different species or a different form of life. The vagueness of alien doesn't translate well in French, unless we use the word 'alien'.
You had me at Cavill.
16 different Henrys?
Are you trying to say earth life is a cheap knock off of alien life?
“Humans are space orcs.”

can we talk about how pursuit predation is terrifying?
They made a fantastic movie about it: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/It_Follows
I think you ment to link this trailer.
I spent days in my youth contemplating how I would evade that thing.
Ultimately, I determined that my best bet was to fly halfway around the world and have sex with a prostitute. Then fly back home.
The thing would start by following me around the world, which would take a long time for it to catch up. But ordinarily that would just give me enough time to grow complacent and let my guard down.
But by having sex with a sex worker, not only do I get the thing off my back, allowing me to travel back home, but the sex worker would also have sex with other customers, meaning the thing would go after them, or anyone that the other customer has sex with before it reaches them. And even if it managed to get everyone all the way back up that chain, chances are in that time the sex worker would have sex with someone else and the process would start anew. Especially if it's in a sex tourism location, where clients come and go from around the world.
Based on the time it takes for that thing to go to and from all the various locations, it think it's safe enough to let my guard down and forget about it and just hope that it never comes back to me. At least as long as that sex worker lives.
This feels like the montage at the end of the film that showcases all of life's beauty that we took for granted in one final feel-good moment as the earth proceeds to get ripped apart and destroyed by completely avoidable and human-originated causes...
Henry...
lol which white guy is that
Lol because he’s spiderman
Sometimes I think about how there's probably not life at this scale for very many light years in every direction.
I'm not actually superstitious, but if I wrote a fantasy about this idea, it would be that The Garden of Eden was prophetic rather than historical or legendary/mythological. I really hope we don't get kicked out of Earth for eating all it's fruit and cast into a galaxy of relative hardship (or worse).
Anyway, I'm going to go touch some grass, pet a dog, and feel gratitude for the experience.
Proxima Centauri is only a handful of lightyears away, and it has planets in inhabitable zones.
Doesn't mean there is life there, but it's promising. A space probe sent there, once it arrives, could still fathomably send signals back to earth that could be conceivably used by human researchers.
Of course, if fusion-based acceleration becomes feasible in the next few decades, it would arrive long before any probe we try sending now. So there's the trade-off...




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