i can't understand

I can't understand why many high qualification school dormitories are not as good as these technical colleges, and where the funds have gone __ ️

I can't understand why many high qualification school dormitories are not as good as these technical colleges, and where the funds have gone __ ️

Hello comrades, go to my pixiv. There is something good.

Черные дыры могут быть источником темной энергии

Наверное, многие уже читали эту новость. У меня это все никак из головы не выходит, потому что не смог разобраться даже в сути, а очень хочется. Может, найдутся пидоры-астрофизики, которые разобрались и смогут объяснить?

Суть вкратце для тех, кто не в курсе.

На той неделе вышла работа международной группы ученых, в которой они связали рост черных дыр с расширением Вселенной. Они взяли 500 гигантских эллиптических галактик разного возраста, от почти современных до 9 млрд. лет назад, и измерили массы их центральных сверхмассивных черных дыр. И выяснили, что рост этих СМЧД происходил намного быстрее, чем должен по существующим представлениям. Дыры получаются в 8-20 раз тяжелее, чем должны.

Затем они решили проверить связь роста этих ЧД расширением (которое, как известно, ускоряется - за что и отвечает темная энергия) Вселенной. Сама идея, как я понял, не нова и появилась еще в 60-е, но вот доказательств убедительных не было. А теперь появились. Корреляция оказалась очень сильной, связь существует с вероятностью 99,98%. И если это не просто корреляция, но именно причинная связь, то черные дыры могут являться источником темной энергии.

https://iopscience.iop.org/article/10.3847/1538-4357/acac2e

https://habr.com/ru/news/t/717740/

Один из авторов исследования в интервью объясняет, что если они правы, то у всех черных дыр есть вместо сингулярности ядро из темной энергии. Упавшая под горизонт материя на определенном этапе претерпевает своеобразный фазовый переход и превращается в темную энергию. Еще он говорил, что в этом ядре появляется вселенная Де Ситтера, но это уже совсем хз что такое.

Ладно, допустим. Я совершенно не понимаю, каким образом темная энергия сбегает из-под горизонта черной дыры, чтобы заполнять вселенную. Также я не понял его ответ на вопрос, почему темная энергия распределена везде равномерно, не завися от массы черной дыры. И вообще за счет чего происходит рост массы ЧД? Не сильно помогало и то, что он слегка заикался, часто сбивался, да к тому же британец.

Goth Style

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Their Stories

"Hey young man. This is not the closest way to the Bulgewater County. You better choose the west road of the Wisteria Crossroad."
"Oh look at this thick skin. Everybody's waiting for their turn and now you want to get buried in such nice place far far away?
Hey, you better go to my grave plot. It's much closer and so beautifu..."
"I heard your goddamned hometown story for hundreds of times that my ossicles almost worn out, ma'am.
Why don't we just shut up for this painful journey? You can have some talks with the devils after burial."
"Your sister's pelvis was so huge that even three baby skulls could go through the hole."
"That bastard is talking shit again. I heard he was mental and still barking like a dog even after brain fluid dried out."
"My jaw! Where is my jaw! I can't eat without my jaw!"
"His jaw was gone sucking dragon dick."
"This rude boy is ignoring me again! I told you Bulgewater County is not this way..."

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They Talk Too Much

"I told you not to go this way."
"Hey lad. Your fighting stance is awkward as hell."
"Your mama's tit was so huge that her ribs were bent."
"He's so nice as always. Drop me off here."
"We're dead! We're all dead. All because of that stupid gravekeeper!"
"Where is my jaw?"
"When I was young, I found no monsters as ugly as this one."

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They Still Talk

"Amazing, lad! Transforming our remains into spirit form, what a magic!"
"If I didn't know you, i would have thought that you were trying to kill us all! I know this sort of sorcery, and they use this spell to destroy the undeads."
"Your mama's spine is so bent that you can use it in math class as protractor."
"Good to be together as always. It's hard to find nice lad like this fellow these days."
"Where is my jaw? I can't find my jaw!"
"Huh! You call this a magic! Back in my days..."
"Hey young man, do you even hear me?"

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Take Them Please

"Mortal. I ask you to yield one of those heads."
"I can't."
"You cherish life of the deads more than yours? How touching."
"No really. I can't."

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Put Your Hand on My Shoulder

"Hey young lad. You're just passing by that poor giant's body and you call yourself a gravekeeper?"
"Knock it off you bloody dotard."
"Haha! We heard you talking back to our word! Today's a special day!"

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The Protectors

I hear dead people.
And they never fxxking shut up.

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Dead Men Tell A Lot of Tales

"That's a mighty fine necromancy, summoning the dead severed arm!"
"And he didn't raise us from dead with such skill."
"Where is my jaw."
"If we knew he could do that we would've never apologized him."
"I mean, it's pretty absurd to blame us for dragging monster's attention by our chatter. It's monster that cut off his arm, not us."

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Manga Style Necromancy

"Fight with me."
"Wait, we never agreed that."
"I will never forget you."
"I said we never agreed that."
"SOUL CRUSHER."
"You motherf-."

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"Your Move, Old Man."

"Look at that ruddy bastard grabbing old man's head."
"Where is my jaw."
"Back in my days, even rudest of all showed respect to the elders.
Kids these days ignore the aged men and their wisdom.
Back in my days, no one would've allowed this to happen.
The kings had to get off their horse to salute me on the road."
"When yer mom rolled on the pen with the pigs."
"Where is my fxxking jaw, you bloody ruffians."

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Necro-man

Even though the sword is broken dead, I can call its soul back.
Arm is the most basic type of shield.
My revived arm will be a shield.
This is my necromancy.

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Starved Pistol of Diliworth

Starved Pistol of Diliworth.
One of the haunted relics made by infamous weapon inventor Godin Elwiv of Eldrian two centuries ago.
The soul of people who were killed by him is stored inside.
Danger Rank High. Never touch.
P.S. My dear pupil who never ever read nor listen to my words.
I leave this postscript for I thought you would've ignore that warning.
At least don't fire this pistol twice.
The chance of it taking user's soul increases geometrically on the second fire.

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Hellblade

"Old man. Sword."
"Arfwgerraworf"

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You Must Fly

"Damn, I'm terribly sorry lady.
This is what my necromancy do.
Look at my arm. Revived in strange form of my true nature.
I guess your soul looks like a fish, swimming freely in the air.
At least you can fly instead of having normal leg oh what the hell am I talking about. I'm really...
Oh... Uh... I guess you like it.
Thank you."

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One is Gone

My masters, all six of them, told me not to talk to the deads.
The deads never come back to life. That's undeniable truth. The truth that people left behind want to deny so much.
The soul of the dead leaves this world over the curtain of our realm forever.
What we call ghost is just an embodiment of remaining thought, emotion, or memory of the deads.
That's why they cannot talk normally, always want though need nothing, and stick to something obstinately.
It is difficult to remove them peacefully unless you follow certain rules and process originated from the deceased.
The deads are not the ones you knew.
Now I can understand why they taught me that over and over again.
It is obvious how I'll react to the false hallucination of my masters when they pass away.

Простите, я просто не мог не поделиться историей данного персонажа...