This is why I don't believe aliens have ever visited us from afar.  Time and space.  The distances are too great, and we've only been here for a short time.

Interesting article talking about looking back in time.  Nobody is coming.   Nobody even knows we are here.   If we look far enough we might be able to see the big bang.  Crazy stuff.

Someone present in Andromeda right now would see our planet as it was 2.5 million years ago: long before the emergence of modern humans.

https://bigthink.com/starts-with-a-bang/earth-across-universe/

tldr:  Sirian's still think Obama is President.   Space is really big.

Pfft. You believe in anything scientists say? I have some videos by people yelling from the driver's seat of a moving car your should watch.

From the top or bottom?
Round.

From the side?
A thin line.

Ming saw this....

Bunch of redneck noise is all it is.

We will most likely be long gone before someone has time to notice we even existed.   We are alone.

Nothing but swamp gas and weather balloons.

Modern physics is wrong and it is all built on the attempts to not disprove Einstein's theories.

Space can bend…

Earth looks like a target.

Damn straight

Silly carbon based life form, Aliens don’t care about our constraints of time and space.

Of the some ~20 trillion galaxies within the observable Universe, a whopping 19.962 trillion of them would have no way of even knowing that our home world existed.

Human beings, the only intelligent, advanced civilization known to us, have only been around for a couple of hundred thousand years.

Only the few thousand nearest star systems would know that we’ve become technologically advanced; only those within our home galaxy and slightly outside of it could even know of our existence.

If you go straight long enough you'll end up where you were.

Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free…

Fun fact, the vast majority of stars you see in the night sky are giants compared to our rather pedestrian sun.  Sun-sized stars are visible to the naked eye no further than 50-60 ish light years, given perfect conditions and clear, moonless night, and excellent eyesight.

If you put the hubble space telescope around neptune and pointed it at earth, the image resolution would be 50 pixels or so for the whole planet.

You've clearly never heard of Xenu and his DC-3 space craft fleet. You need to pay for an auditing session.

Where are the turtles?

They are with the cats

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Because I can't post the real thing, it looks like this to aliens out there...

Ok, how?

And infected by a strange yet successful biochemical chain reaction over 4 billion years old.

GPS and night vision work pretty well, and make use of gravitational redshift and the photoelectric effect, respectively.

Einstein isn't untouchable - nobody is, which is how science works. For example, there have been many attempts to find alternatives to general relativity, some fairly recent, such as emergent gravity . Also, his model of the heat capacity of diamond is a standard example in undergraduate thermodynamics courses of a theory which looks nice, but is wrong.

If the earth is flat, what's on the bottom side ? ? ?

As we've been learning the past 20 years, the answer is "it depends."

Our ability to discern exo-planets has grown by leaps and bounds.   And Webb is going to show us some pretty rad shit here in the next few years, I'll wager.

Turtles.


It’s Turtles, all the way down.

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!MESSAGE BEGINS

We made a mistake. That is the simple, undeniable truth of the matter, however painful it might be. The flaw was not in our Observatories, for those machines were as perfect as we could make, and they showed us only the unfiltered light of truth. The flaw was not in the Predictor, for it is a device of pure, infallible logic, turning raw data into meaningful information without the taint of emotion or bias. No, the flaw was within us, the Orchestrators of this disaster, the sentients who thought themselves beyond such failings. We are responsible.

It began a short while ago, as these things are measured, less than 66 Deeli ago, though I suspect our systems of measure will mean very little by the time anyone receives this transmission. We detected faint radio signals from a blossoming intelligence 214 Deelis outward from the Galactic Core, as photons travel. At first crude and unstructured, these leaking broadcasts quickly grew in complexity and strength, as did the messages they carried. Through our Observatories we watched a world of strife and violence, populated by a barbaric race of short-lived, fast breeding vermin. They were brutal and uncultured things which stabbed and shot and burned each other with no regard for life or purpose. Even their concepts of Art spoke of conflict and pain. They divided themselves according to some bizarre cultural patterns and set their every industry to cause of death.

They terrified us, but we were older and wiser and so very far away, so we did not fret. Then we watched them split the atom and breach the heavens within the breadth of one of their single, short generations, and we began to worry. When they began actively transmitting messages and greetings into space, we felt fear and horror. Their transmissions promised peace and camaraderie to any who were listening, but we had watched them for too long to buy into such transparent deceptions. They knew we were out here, and they were coming for us.

The Orchestrators consulted the Predictor, and the output was dire. They would multiply and grow and flood out of their home system like some uncountable tide of Devourer worms, consuming all that lay in their path. It might take 68 Deelis, but they would destroy us if left unchecked. With aching carapaces we decided to act, and sealed our fate.

The Gift of Mercy was 84 strides long with a mouth 2/4 that in diameter, filled with many 44 weights of machinery, fuel, and ballast. It would push itself up to 2/8th of light speed with its onboard fuel, and then begin to consume interstellar Primary Element 2/2 to feed its unlimited acceleration. It would be traveling at nearly light speed when it hit. They would never see it coming. Its launch was a day of mourning, celebration, and reflection. The horror of the act we had committed weighted heavily upon us all; the necessity of our crime did little to comfort us.

The Gift had barely cleared the outer cometary halo when the mistake was realized, but it was too late. The Gift could not be caught, could not be recalled or diverted from its path. The architects and work crews, horrified at the awful power of the thing upon which they labored, had quietly self-terminated in droves, walking unshielded into radiation zones, neglecting proper null pressure safety or simply ceasing their nutrient consumption until their metabolic functions stopped. The appalling cost in lives had forced the Orchestrators to streamline the Gift’s design and construction. There had been no time for the design or implementation of anything beyond the simple, massive engines and the stabilizing systems. We could only watch in shame and horror as the light of genocide faded into infrared against the distant void.

They grew, and they changed, in a handful of lifetimes they abolished war, abandoned their violent tendencies and turned themselves to the grand purposes of life and Art. We watched them remake first themselves, and then their world. Their frail, soft bodies gave way to gleaming metals and plastics, they unified their people through an omnipresent communications grid and produced Art of such power and emotion, the likes of which the Galaxy has never seen before. Or again, because of us.

They converted their home world into a paradise (by their standards) and many 106s of them poured out into the surrounding system with a rapidity and vigor that we could only envy. With bodies built to survive every environment from the day lit surface of their innermost world, to the atmosphere of their largest gas giant and the cold void in-between, they set out to sculpt their system into something beautiful. At first we thought them simple miners, stripping the rocky planets and moons for vital resources, but then we began to see the purpose to their constructions, the artworks carved into every surface, and traced across the system in glittering lights and dancing fusion trails. And still, our terrible Gift approached.

They had less than 22 Deeli to see it, following so closely on the tail of its own light. In that time, oh so brief even by their fleeting lives, more than 1010 sentients prepared for death. Lovers exchanged last words, separated by worlds and the tyranny of light speed. Their planetside engineers worked frantically to build sufficient transmission infrastructure to upload the countless masses with the necessary neural modifications, while those above dumped lifetimes of music and literature from their databanks to make room for passengers. Those lacking the required hardware or the time to acquire it consigned themselves to death, lashed out in fear and pain, or simply went about their lives as best they could under the circumstances.

The Gift arrived suddenly, the light of its impact visible in our skies, shining bright and cruel even to the unaugmented ocular receptor. We watched and we wept for our victims, dead so many Deelis before the light of their doom had even reached us. Many 64s of those who had been directly or even tangentially involved in the creation of the Gift sealed their spiracles with paste as a final penance for the small roles they had played in this atrocity. The light dimmed, the dust cleared, and our Observatories refocused upon the place where their shining blue world had once hung in the void, and found only dust and the pale gleam of an orphaned moon, wrapped in a thin, burning wisp of atmosphere that had once belonged to its parent.

Radiation and relativistic shrapnel had wiped out much of the inner system, and continent sized chunks of molten rock carried screaming ghosts outward at interstellar escape velocities, damned to wander the great void for an eternity. The damage was apocalyptic, but not complete, from the shadows of the outer worlds, tiny points of light emerged, thousands of fusion trails of single ships and world ships and everything in between, many 106s of survivors in flesh and steel and memory banks, ready to rebuild. For a few moments we felt relief, even joy, and we were filled with the hope that their culture and Art would survive the terrible blow we had dealt them. Then came the message, tightly focused at our star, transmitted simultaneously by hundreds of their ships.

“We know you are out there, and we are coming for you.”

!MESSAGE ENDS
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I firmly believe we don’t actually know wtf is going on. We just interpret it as best as we can with what knowledge we have created as a species.

If the sun was as big as as a golf ball the nearest star would be about 760 miles away.  

To propel a shuttle sized space ship 1/3rd the speed of light would take all the human energy production on earth for three years.

We have been brainwashed by 100 years of science fiction to think we can go star trekking across the universe but it ain't gonna happen.

Advanced civilizations could have warp and faster than light technologies

The best we can do in the next few hundred years is build a lunar and mars base. Then use those as jumping points to relay and refueling stations in the outer solarsystem on moons of jupiter or saturn, and eventually on comets which could bring us outside our solar system. Thats why the worlds billionaires and govts have a hardon for going back to the moon and mars

your mom so fat they can see her ass from across the universe.

Mine

They do have telescope ya know?

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Just a random set of cartouche on the DHD

Dizzying, the possibilities.

Nicolaus Copernicus said the Earth revolves around the Sun. Ptolemy, the astronomer and mathematician, thought Earth was the center of the Universe.    TRUST THE SCIENCE.  

The science is always changing as we learn more things.  So, who is to know whether intelligent beings know of Earth or not.  We'll find out some day, I imagine.  

Is life even possible on a planet much larger than earth?  Gravity would be crushing.

Also, get on a much larger planet and you can’t  build a rocket powerful enough to escape gravity.  You’d be stuck there with our current level of technology.

I imagine the ants sitting in a giant sprawling underground complex. Content with themselves and their obviously grandiose achievements.  

Inside the anthill they are debating if there are ants somewhere else across vast distances. They all conclude no. It would be impossible for an ant to make it anywhere but just a tiny bit farther than they've been able to expand to.

Since they don't all see the other ants coming by their hill it's proof they are alone.

Imagine trying to explain to those idiot ants that there's a place called Australia, and it has ants. And the Earth is a spheroid. And there are humans living here too and they are advanced beyond recognition. They can put ants on board an airplane and take them to Australia if they chose but they don't give a fuck mostly so they don't. And those humans even know that the pin points of light in the sky are other planets, stars, solar systems, and galaxies full of the same.

The stupid little ants would just be like "I don boliv et."


You are here.

Google the Drake Equation.

Why would you think our first contact would have to come from a different galaxy?

We have a ton of solar systems in our own galaxy.  

Fire ants in a pasture. They are out there, you know they are out there but you can't see them and generally don't go out actively looking for them. Aliens don't care if we are out here

I always find it funny when people pretend to know what is “impossible” in a universe that contains trillions upon trillions or stars and planets. Like since we can’t do it here they can’t either.