what the fuck is optimus prime doing in my sociology book

(via doctorgrump)


This is it.  This is the pinnacle of nerdom.  This is the greatest height of nerdery that has ever been reached before.

Peter in Loki’s body on a bus downtown to the real Loki and making an excuse that he’s going to a comic convention.

Never will such levels of pure fucking nerd ever be seen again, it’s just not possible.  This is a beautiful day, I am glad I am alive to experience this, god bless.

(via the-meta)

i’m serious about that delta foreshadowing epsilon fragmenting guys like seriously

his memory fragment foreshadowed that in like what season 7 or 8?? one of those.


“So … what can I do for you?”
“I may have to reintegrate a damaged fragment. It was security-purged as well, so is there some way to avoid creating time baseline discontinuity? I know you wiped a chunk of Cortana and she didn’t realize it, so how about telling me what you didn’t record about the algorithm?”
Halsey crossed her legs and sat cupping her elbow, eyes narrowed. “I’d love to know who built you. That’s quite impressive decryption.”
“I’m designed to be completely fabulous. So is there a way around it?”
“If you hacked my files, then you’d know I didn’t find one. Although I can obviously fool an AI into not knowing data’s been deleted.” She looked up at Phillips. “Do you know what this is about? The time baseline’s a little like the system clock on a dumb computer. It’s the AI’s sense of reality, for want of a better word. If there’s a gap, it’s like staring at yourself in the mirror and not seeing part of your face. Or that name on the tip of your tongue that you can never recall even though you know your life depends on it. Or a missing limb.”
“I think he gets it, Doctor,” BB said. “Never mind. I knew it was a long shot asking you to fix a fourth-gen.” See, I can be a bitch too, dear. “You’ve been out of the field a long time. I’ll work it out for myself.”


“That line she came out with about the gaps. Was that accurate?”
“For an AI, not acquiring data and making sense of it is like suffocating. It hurts and eventually you die.”
Phillips held up his hands. “Sorry. I’ll shut up. Is there anything I need to do?”
“No. It’ll be over before you know it.”
BB’s life was lived at a speed that humans could calculate but never experience. Before Phillips had even lowered his hands, BB would work through every segment of the damaged fragment, explore its data and processes, try to recover deletions, and align both time baselines. Then he would see the gaps, the bottomless shafts, the paths that led to doors that opened into nowhere. He would try to knit reality back together, assembling all the inputs his fragment had experienced at precisely the time they’d happened, and match them to the processes the fragment had been running. And he would know what he could never repair and had to live with. Once he tested it and found the voids, it was already too late. Awareness of them made them part of him, and he could try to firewall the worst ones, but he could never remove them or refill them. He could never unknow anything.
And now he was communicating with that damaged reflection.
He blurred. His intact self had no precedence over the other. They were simultaneously both him, warts and all.

exerpted from Halo: TheThursday War, Karen Traviss (because it makes me think about Epsilon and how he hasn’t really integrated those fragments yet and I am concerned)

(Source: thought-, via the-meta)


The general way Maine deals with Wash annoying him is just to pick him up and walk around with him on his shoulder until Wash passes out because of the blood flowing into his head

(via freelancerpowersactivate)

[01:48:20] sirea: YOU ARE SO FUCKIN SMART
dragoncampaign, forever immortalizing my glory


I’ll bet you’d look adorable grasping at the sheets on my bed

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