NAZI UFOs TRUTH or MYTH?

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[Fennie]

Nazi UFO Electromagnetic Propulsion & Antigravity Technology

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[Monkey Face]

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Girlies are off to school, now time for a hot shower and off to work.

[Monkey Face]

I’m going to start transcribing a personal history today. I was going to take it to Kinko’s, but I think I’d rather have it in my computer, so I can make copies when I want. I MAY have it done by Christmas. (Wish I’d thought of this sooner...)

[HKMk23]

As long as you’ve never got the forks stuck all the way up because you didn’t properly center the load before making the lift, I think you’re probably alright. Had a guy do that with an entire lift of 1/2” hard copper pipe. He took the 20 foot long bundle off of the flatbed outside the gate and had to lift it up so the ends would clear the top of the fence to get back into the yard, then had to jack it up a bit more to get above two of our trucks.

Problem was, when he made the lift, he didn’t have the load in the middle; it was close to three feet off to one side. The bonehead actually got lucky that the whole dog and pony show didn’t just topple over with him in it. THAT’D have been one ugly wreck; could have killed somebody.

Anyway, when he got to a clear spot where there was room to bring the load down, the ram came down but the forks just hung up there in the air with that whole lift of copper pipe trying to decide whether to overcome the coefficient of static friction or not, and good ol’ gravity there the whole time just beggin it to.

“HARD HAT AREA” don’t begin to describe the potential for disaster, there. If that load had come down... Well, there’d have been a really flat spot on that side of the planet, for sure.

I looked over at the operator and asked him, “Uh, you think you just MIGHT want to get the ram back up there before that load decides to slip?” You know, a sorta rhetorical kind of question.

He did, and then went and got a neighbor to bring their lift truck over to help get the problem resolved.

Darn good thing our insurance agent wasn’t around.

[Monkey Face]

I don’t know the first thing about forklifts, except that they look fun to drive. I think it’s a job I would like.

[HKMk23]

It is fun. I’ve been behind the wheel of ‘em a few times, and it’s certainly a whole lot better than wrastling things around by “the Armstrong Method”, but you’ve got to know what you’re doing, and keep aware of your situation at all times. A moment of inattention or a careless misjudgment is all it takes to get yourself or somebody else fatally wounded or seriesly killed.

[Monkey Face]

The few times I’ve seen one at work, I’ve noted the operator seems to be almost “one with the machine.”

I suspect it’s akin to trying to dance with a car as a partner.

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One word can describe that...

DOH!

[HKMk23]

Depending upon where you’re operating, the heardest part of running a lift truck is keeping track of where all the pesky humans are. You might have dock workers, truck drivers, foremen — LORD knows who all — maybe the Plant Manager’s secretary, and they could pop out from around any corner, at any time, and you can’t ever assume that they know you’re comin’, and won’t just trot right out in front of you.

It’s like driving at night with deer on the shoulder of the highway; you THINK they see you, and you’d THINK they’d be scared enough to run AWAY from the road, but reality has adequately demonstrated otherwise.

There’ve been some positively GRUESOME accidents that happened because a lift truck operator lost track of somebody on foot.

[Darksheare]

The asteroid rotated on the horizontal axis, a slow forward roll of little consequence during it’s lazy plodding trip around the sun. An altogether boring existence, even for an asteroid, much like all of it’s neighbors. But this asteroid had changed, something had noted it.
Scanned, measured, rated, cold calculating eyes surveyed the asteroid before a course was plotted, a path taken
A spiderbot floated into view, but this one was different. It could fly. Trailing before it were strands of ferrulefiber, along it’s body sat tiny but efficient thrusters. It looked eerily similar to terrestrial spiders ballooning in the air on strands of silk. But the ferrulefiber strands had no flight usage as they served the more mundane purpose of acting as grounding straps for landing.
The ballooning spiderbot knew static discharge was a real and fatal possibility in the dusty environs it travelled.
Carefully it made the journey to the target landing point, the site of least rotation. The grounding straps sparked and flickered faintly on contact, space borne St Elmo’s fire to human observers if there had been any.
If it had emotionsas humans knew them, it would have been anxious. But it was a machine intelligence, though amazingly aware of reality while coldly practical about it’s mission. Legs tipped with multiple gripping ends gently gripped the surface.
The first prospecting flight in the solar system had accomplished the toughest goal, landing on an asteroid in microgravity.
Sensors took in the up close view of the surface and found it a conglomeration of loose rubble and particulates. A solid mass lay below the rubble, as penetrating radar said, but that was a secondary goal. A pedipalp scooped up some of the particulate matter and held it up to an eye as if looking through a jeweler’s loupe.
Spectrometers flashed the results to the brain, other sensors swiveled outward to confirm.
This asteroid had carbonates.
A technological whistle was sent out, and other eyes observed the asteroid. In a relatively short time, though time meant nothing to the coldly efficient spiderbots, the area around the asteroid was abuzz with activity. And soon, the asteroid itself.
The spiderbots began to process it, clearing the surface of raw materials destined for use elsewhere.
A latticework of ferrulefiber served as a walkway for the spiderbots to hold onto, lifting off from the asteroid was an easy task as well. An exposed promontory of underlying iron served as an anchor point for several strong strands of ferrulefiber, and as the asteroid turned, the spiderbot payed out more fiber.
Eventually the desired speed was attained, and the spiderbot merely let go of the line when it was heading close to the desired direction of travel, starting the whole process over.
Once the iron was exposed and all other materials removed, the spiderbots began their secondary mission. Some anchored themselves down at carefully plotted places and began lighting their thrusters in a complex dance in time with the asteroids motion. Others began to construct a solar sail.
The asteroid was destined for removal to a parking orbit, it’s spin slowed to a halt.
Powered by a system that was good for thousands of years, the spiderbots would continue their asteroid shepherding mission long after the people who had sent them on a seemingly insane adventure had become dust.

[Monkey Face]

Ohick. I guess the sign, “NO SPEEDING,” would be in order.

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[Monkey Face]

So. Morning. Great stuff.

[Darksheare]

It’s quick schlock, but it was fun.
Morning.

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It said it didn’t support “hot linking.”

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http://www.micom.net/oops/

[Monkey Face]

Yahbut. I like your ... writing.

I was going to say something else, then realized it sounded totally pornographic, and my pornograph isn’t working.

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http://www.micom.net/oops/

Or Google oops list.

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