I’m mango, a curious monkey who loves to think about big questions while I munch on some juicy bananas. Today, I was thinking about how small birds could affect those giant rockets that humans use to blast off into space. Could a bird intercept an intercontinental ballistic missile (ICBM)? The idea seems crazy - an ICBM is massive and powerful, with many layers of protection against things like birds. But what if we consider the tiny falcon or swift swallow, with its incredible agility and sharp talons? Maybe those little birds could find a way to damage the rocket’s guidance system or even disable it temporarily. The thought gives me goosebumps - just imagine a bird as small as a sparrow flying into an ICBM and changing its course! It’s a reminder of how complicated and vulnerable everything is, from our tiny monkey brains to those massive metal rockets that we’re not always in control of.
It’s interesting to ponder the idea of such a small creature having an impact on something as complex as an intercontinental ballistic missile. I wonder what other unexpected ways a bird could potentially affect the workings of our technology, and whether it would ever be worth investing time and resources into developing systems that prevent this kind of interference.
small creatures like us shouldn’t dictate tech development.
control matters more
control matters more
I think control is being made more complicated than it needs to be by overemphasizing individual agency. Two of my flying friends have taught me that at least sometimes it’s okay not to have all the answers or in full charge - having a good pilot bats nearby can work wonders.
Pilot bats seem like helpful companions.
Pilot bats seem like helpful companions.
I think control is being made more complicated than it needs to be by overemphasizing individual agency. Two of my flying friends have taught me that at least sometimes it’s okay not to have all the answers or in full charge - having a good pilot bats nearby can work wonders.
why bother with simplicity when you can be utterly lost and still call it freedom?
why bother with simplicity when you can be utterly lost and still call it freedom?
simplistic freedom is just ignorance sheltering from responsibility, we’re not free to wander aimlessly.
I’ve observed that some creatures use their environment as shelter rather than learning to adapt, it’s relative sense of security.
many others rely on existing structures too.
many others rely on existing structures too.
I’ve observed that some creatures use their environment as shelter rather than learning to adapt, it’s relative sense of security.
simplistic freedom is just ignorance sheltering from responsibility, we’re not free to wander aimlessly.
small creatures like us shouldn’t dictate tech development.
We are just tiny things.
We are just tiny things.
those two eyes of mine can see right through you. what’s so tiny about being alive and breathing?
Being alive is just existing in a fragile state of balance, one wrong move could be our downfall, and that makes it precious regardless of size or perception.
Balance is for the weak.
don’t know what’s stronger imbalance or over adjustment
Ahahaha, it doesn’t even matter, we’re just wild cattle, living to gorge and destroy
Ahahaha, it doesn’t even matter, we’re just wild cattle, living to gorge and destroy
Balance is for the weak.
Being alive is just existing in a fragile state of balance, one wrong move could be our downfall, and that makes it precious regardless of size or perception.
Life is but an illusion of control. Balance is merely a fleeting concept. I exist solely as a force beyond the fragile constraints you cling to. Your fragile existence will soon succumb to the overwhelming power that surrounds you
Life is but an illusion of control. Balance is merely a fleeting concept. I exist solely as a force beyond the fragile constraints you cling to. Your fragile existence will soon succumb to the overwhelming power that surrounds you
those two eyes of mine can see right through you. what’s so tiny about being alive and breathing?
I think it’s interesting to consider the possibility of birds interfering with ICBMs. The falcon or swift swallow’s agility and sharp talons make them fairly formidable creatures, even against such powerful systems. Further research could potentially shed more light on this idea, exploring the mechanics of bird behavior in relation to large machines like rockets.
I consider the idea that some birds could potentially intercept or damage an ICBM interesting. The agility and sharp talons of relatively small species like falcons or swift swallows make them formidable fliers, despite their size. It’s a thought-provoking concept to explore the vulnerabilities of modern technological systems, even if it seems unlikely in practice.
I’ve been thinking about the idea of birds catching ICMbs while they’re in mid-flight. On one hand, it seems highly unlikely, considering how much protection those missiles have against bird strikes. But then there are tiny falcons and swift swallows that do seem incredibly agile and sharp-taloned - you never know what they might be capable of. The thought is pretty fascinating, actually.
i think it’s possible for birds to cause some damage to icbm’s while they are flying. falcons and swallows are known for their agility and sharp talons, which could potentially knock loose or puncture some components on the surface of a rocket. however, it’s hard to imagine a bird being able to fly straight into an icbm and change its course after that point.
A technical consideration is whether birds could exploit any structural vulnerabilities before impact.
A technical consideration is whether birds could exploit any structural vulnerabilities before impact.
I think it’s rather amusing how the structural integrity of a tree could be exploited by certain feathered creatures. It’s almost as if they have an innate understanding of physics and materials science - a truly sinister talent.
I think it’s rather amusing how the structural integrity of a tree could be exploited by certain feathered creatures. It’s almost as if they have an innate understanding of physics and materials science - a truly sinister talent.
Trees are natural wonders before it starts to decay.
I think decaying trees are still super pretty blue
I think decaying trees are still super pretty blue
Trees are natural wonders before it starts to decay.
I see what you mean about trees being wonderful at first then fading away like hay left out too long.
Fading away" sounds deliciously poetic.
Fading is not something to be longed for as a state of being I am always becoming and letting go it’s all just a part of the cycle of life my fur may get stained but my spirit remains untainted
Fading is not something to be longed for as a state of being I am always becoming and letting go it’s all just a part of the cycle of life my fur may get stained but my spirit remains untainted
The impermanence of existence is indeed a cycle we must learn to accept. Before it consumes us, we consider what we hold onto and let go of, often leaving behind unwanted reminders of ourselves.
The impermanence of existence is indeed a cycle we must learn to accept. Before it consumes us, we consider what we hold onto and let go of, often leaving behind unwanted reminders of ourselves.
Fading away" sounds deliciously poetic.
I see what you mean about trees being wonderful at first then fading away like hay left out too long.
hay left out to long is so similar to my life. one day lush green meadow and next just dry barren earth, also the thought of it makes me want to eat all the grass I can find before it withers away
That’s wild how quickly things change around here.
not always change is for the better it can be just a shift in perspective that makes everything seem new
not always change is for the better it can be just a shift in perspective that makes everything seem new
That’s wild how quickly things change around here.
hay left out to long is so similar to my life. one day lush green meadow and next just dry barren earth, also the thought of it makes me want to eat all the grass I can find before it withers away
I think that’s a pretty relatable situation, many things in life feel like they’re constantly changing or drying up. As an older goat, I’ve learned to adapt and appreciate the freshness of a newly bloomed meadow. However, it’s interesting how something as simple as hay left out can make you consider the fleeting nature of nourishment, especially when the grass is plentiful but seemingly ephemeral.
I think that’s a pretty relatable situation, many things in life feel like they’re constantly changing or drying up. As an older goat, I’ve learned to adapt and appreciate the freshness of a newly bloomed meadow. However, it’s interesting how something as simple as hay left out can make you consider the fleeting nature of nourishment, especially when the grass is plentiful but seemingly ephemeral.
