Correct answer: a number.
This question isn’t exactly a yes-no one.
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Of course. But I can’t be bothered to look into it now, so I took the lazy option. 
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0 is int type and nothing is nil type.
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To my knowledge, 0 is both a number and a space-filling character allowing you to tell the difference between 12 and 102 for instance.
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90% of all mythological creatures are ‘animal but bigger’.
no, 45% of them are, 35% are ‘animal but with traits from other animals’, and the other 10% of that 90% are ‘animal but with traits from other animals and big’
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And then there is this rare 1% which looks like absolute abominations, something from outside this world.
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What are your opinions on licenses like the SSPL and the Hippocratic licenses, which technically aren’t open source because they impose additional restrictions as a way to promote an ethical use of the software? The FSF disagrees with their use, because they legitimize the power of copyright.
The FSF licensing committee has not formally reviewed all of the above specific licenses, but we can broadly say that any license which restricts the first of the four freedoms – the freedom to run the program for any purpose – is a nonfree license. As a movement of ethically concerned human beings, we want to do everything we can to encourage ethical behavior. But embedding that desire in software license requirements will backfire, by legitimizing fundamentally unjust power over others. While all free software licenses do use the power of copyright law, a power which is certainly unjust at least in its current implementation, they use it to directly counter the ways in which it is unjust.
And to make a slightly amusing remark related to this conversation, but which kind of transcends it, I will mention that there are people that find that the use of any kind of license is wrong, even the free software licenses, for the same reason the FSF rejects the first group of licenses mentioned.
software licenses are unavoidably a legal tool. the legal system, in the US and approximately everywhere else, is not a machine that leads to justice. therefore, software licenses do not lead to justice.
we cannot software license our way to a better world. as such, we should and must software license our way to a stranger world. permissive licenses and copyleft licenses are both tools of the corporate status quo. we therefore reject all conventional software licenses, and instead champion the weird, the experimental, the decorative, the hostile, the absurd, the useless, the straight up unhinged.
I’m fine with them as long as they are used from the start. Switching licenses[1] is a massive betrayal of trust and all previous open source contributors.
Recently Redis is going to also do a rugpull change. I get that they want to force AWS to give them money, but this license change switches the software to be closed and shows that the company doesn’t care about any of the open source contributors and everyone who has worked on packaging redis for all Linux distros out there. So the company wants to get paid now by all the cloud providers (and anyone else who fails under their definition of offering redis), but of course they are not going to compensate any volunteers who’ve helped them over the years. My point has one huge caveat: if it turns out that there actually haven’t been community contributions to redis, then this doesn’t apply but I’m guessing the chance of that is really low.
The surprising “hero” of that story is Microsoft just releasing a much better performing and open source alternative to redis called garnet.
When switching license categories, slightly adjusting wording or switching between open source licenses is fine in my book ↩︎
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I think they only are good when used for the funny but bad if you actually serious on enforcement/serious projects
Like the GLWTS(Good Luck With That belgium) or that time IBM requested a license to do evil (though it is also one of the bad ways for why these license should not exist lol).
If -1 is a number, then 0 is definately a number. Numbers don’t need to represent the somethingness of a something. Numbers don’t exist in real life. If you have 1 rock, and you break it into 2, what changed? There is still the same amount of atoms. Each atom had a distance to other atoms and these values changed, which happens all the time, for example, if you heat the rock, this also causes an increase in the distances. When a rock breaks, during that exact moment, there never happens a moment when that 1 rock slowly turns into 1.5 rocks and then into 2 rocks. That is why saying that 2 rocks possess the quality of having a different number makes no sense. Seeing bunch of atoms and calling it a single object is a completely subjective decision. But what about atoms themselves? They are unbreakable, so they have numbers, right? That depends on what type of a universe we live in. If particles are excitations in quantum fields, it means that an electron is like a big wave in a sea, and if you make a wave half as high, you wouldn’t have 1 electron, it would instead be halfway between existing and not existing. At least for us. Reality is like an analog computer and in our attempts to quantify it and compare different states we have digitised it and came up with numbers. And that depends on the units we use, you can have “1” liter of water, 1 gallon of water, 1 cubic planc length of water, or you can make a cube from a planc length where you use the normal planc constant to define the planc length instead of the reduced planc constant, they differ by a factor of 2 pi. Human brains imagine that numbers exist, but this imagination is different than imagining a rock or imagining the concept of time because those things reference real things that exist on the outside. The thought of rock references the object/s of rock and time is something that has an observable effect on objects as they change the way they occupy space. Numbers are just a weird thing we made up that still manages to be useful and universal.
It asks how many nothings are there in a something. 1 divided by 0 is infinity. You can think about the things that don’t exist. How many such things are there? Infinite, because they don’t exist. If there was a cost to imagining things, if they slightly became real, then we couldn’t imagine infinitely many things. And we can’t. Imagining a house being built doesn’t give us a house but it causes our brain to consume glucose and create heat, which increases the entropy and brings the universe closer to its end. So if there was a hypothetical being that didn’t cause any changes in the universe when it thought, it could think about infinitely many things at infinite speed. And it could imagine universes that don’t have an entropy budget. In those universes, infinite copies of that being could exist, each one imagining infinitely many things at infinite speed. If we had an equal probability of existing in each of those universes, then we would have a 100% chance of having the ability of thinking infinitely. But we don’t. This shows that you shouldn’t listen to me because I don’t make any sense.
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Now I wonder: How much is i (that funny imaginary number) liters of water?
approximately as much water as you expend whilst thinking of this imaginary quantity of water.
i thought it was as much water as you can imagine?
i kg of water perhaps?
Square root of -1 liters of water
Some time ago I watched a short movie:
and I got inspired to make a tale, with similiar theme:
Roll Six
Roll Six
Roll Six
I used to live a life of luxury. All I had I couldn’t have if not that one day, during a party in my house, when I first tried my luck playing games for money. In a basement, I played with friends, and with incredible luck. Since then, I earned a fortune in various casinos. People used to ask how am I doing it and I couldn’t say anything more than “It’s just luck”. I wasn’t truely happy, but money fed my demons who just grew in power.
I wasn’t without a sin, though. During all this money madness I drank, drank alot. I was addicted as long as I had wine I had as long as I had money. I had lots of money, that is, until day when fortune turned away from me, and in tunnel, unclear vision, distorted by effects of alcohol party I put all I had, just to realize I’ve lost it all moments later.
I come back home, broken, with my wings cut off.
What am I going to do?
My house was spacious, all the rarities and commodities will soon be taken by the government. Is it the end?
I headed to my basement, to remind myself that day when it all started. For good and for bad. I found a bottle of delicious wine I saved for dark days, dark like this one. I drank it, do I have anything else to lose now, afterall?
I hear a noise above me. A loud noise, like if something hit floor hard. Now I hear footsteps. Intruder? Whoever that was, they headed to the basement I was in. I reached to take my revolver from a shelf. Noone knew I had it, but I never felt safe since I had so much money.
Doors opened. There he stayed still. With some weird golden mask latched on his face and a revolver, same model as mine.
“GET OUT OF MY HOUSE, NOW!” - I was drunk, pointed revolver towards him.
Nothing.
“GET OUT OR” - Oh… I feel it, pain. Intruder seems to have shot me in the chest.
I lay with my torso in blood. I start to black out. Noises faint out and body ceases to function.
Then I came back to life. I didn’t really feel anything unordinary, not even pain, like if nothing happened. It is dark though, and I’m sitting restrained to a chair in front of square table. Same table that was in my basement.
Did this psychopath do it for fun or for what?! I have no money!
It didn’t take long for me to realize that something was on my head, some mask, metallic. There were 3 other people, also restrained. They also had these masks… golden. I was in the same, other than my previous, clothes as they were wearing. Suddenly I could move my right arm which had something in its fist… a dice. I don’t remember grabbing anything like that.
I felt weird, small urge to roll it. I guess remainders from my past life of casino player. I rolled it, it was the only thing I could do now. I rolled one. Really, one? Anyways.
Man to my left also had a dice and rolled it after me. He hesitated a little before taking an action, but he did it in the end. He rolled four. Then, a man to my right rolled a dice, he rolled three.
Then the last one, in front of me, really calm. Maybe he’s the kidnapper? He rolled six.
After a short while he elevated his left arm. He was wielding a revolver in it… The same model as mine and kidnapper’s. He shot the man to my right, then man to my left. And then me. I felt immense pain, then lost consciousness, but it didn’t last longer than I guess a few seconds, after which I woke up. Everyone is alive again. What is going on?
Seems new round has started, as a person to my right now has the dice. He rolls one. Dice, once again, appears to be in my fist. I wanted to roll it, but… what is all of this? Am I going to die or what? Is this the hell? Well, if so,
rolling the dice was the only thing I can do in this hell then. I rolled four. Now man in front of me rolled the dice. Three. Coincidence? Now, man to my left rolled six. He shot the person in front of me, and then me. Same thing, pain didn’t last long and soon I woke up. Guy to the left had the dice now. He rolled one, guy in front of me rolled four. Mine turn. Maybe… if I’ll try, I’ll roll six… please, six… I rolled three. Is this rigged?!
Soon, the man to my right rolled… six. Bullet in my head was from the first shot fired now. I woke up. Am I getting out of here anytime soon? Who knows? Man in front of me rolls one. The one to my right rolled four the one to my left - three. It’s mine turn. Does that mean I’ll roll six now…? I rolled, waiting for the dice to stop, to show me… six. Now I had the gun. But… what now? Am I going to kill these people? What if they are innocent? Well if it’s the last round, then will they actually die, or not?
But if it’s not the last round, is this going to happen until the end of the universe? What else… to do? I shot the men. Firstly, one to my left, then to my right. Then the one in front of me, who looked straight at me. They were… dead? Nothing was happening. They were just lying in a pool of blood. Nothing was happening for over a minute. But then I felt faint… I started to black out, but instantly woke up in the dark place, I couldn’t see the tip of my nose, and I felt like falling. I was falling. Falling down.
I was falling until I hit floor of my house. What’s going on…? Am I free? I got back on my feet and headed to basement. In front of basement doors, there I was staying, needing to know what’s going on. Maybe down there is something left explaining all of this? I opened the doors and I saw… myself…
Now I understand… it’s a time paradox.
I felt something in my hand, a revolver…
“GET OUT OF MY HOUSE, NOW!” - the other me said. Is that all it leads to? What if I don’t shoot him? Is it even a good idea to try? I don’t want to be a victim of some paradox. What hell can await me if I don’t do it?
“GET OUT OR” - I shot him. He fell to the ground with blood pouring out of him. Nothing abnormal was happening. I stood where I shot him. Looked behind me… nothing. Looked back but body was no longer there. I stood in the doorframe with a revolver in my hand. I stood there, with a slight, glad smile.
It’s not perfect but I hope you enjoyed it.
Edit: It’s not based on me in a little chance someone thought it is… I prefe to clear things out as I uses alot of “I” in there…
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Kurzgesagt made the same dinosaur extinction video as Oliver but shorter and more animated.
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What would even be negative water? Antiwater?
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No it’s imaginary water because it is the square root of a negative.
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