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The War of the Worlds, by H. G. Wells, is part of the HackerNoon Books Series. You can jump to any chapter in this book here . XVII. THE “THUNDER CHILD” XVII. THE “THUNDER CHILD” Had the Martians aimed only at destruction, they might on Monday have annihilated the entire population of London, as it spread itself slowly through the home counties. Not only along the road through Barnet, but also through Edgware and Waltham Abbey, and along the roads eastward to Southend and Shoeburyness, and south of the Thames to Deal and Broadstairs, poured the same frantic rout. If one could have hung that June morning in a balloon in the blazing blue above London every northward and eastward road running out of the tangled maze of streets would have seemed stippled black with the streaming fugitives, each dot a human agony of terror and physical distress. I have set forth at length in the last chapter my brother’s account of the road through Chipping Barnet, in order that my readers may realise how that swarming of black dots appeared to one of those concerned. Never before in the history of the world had such a mass of human beings moved and suffered together. The legendary hosts of Goths and Huns, the hugest armies Asia has ever seen, would have been but a drop in that current. And this was no disciplined march; it was a stampede—a stampede gigantic and terrible—without order and without a goal, six million people unarmed and unprovisioned, driving headlong. It was the beginning of the rout of civilisation, of the massacre of mankind. Directly below him the balloonist would have seen the network of streets far and wide, houses, churches, squares, crescents, gardens—already derelict—spread out like a huge map, and in the southward blotted. Over Ealing, Richmond, Wimbledon, it would have seemed as if some monstrous pen had flung ink upon the chart. Steadily, incessantly, each black splash grew and spread, shooting out ramifications this way and that, now banking itself against rising ground, now pouring swiftly over a crest into a new-found valley, exactly as a gout of ink would spread itself upon blotting paper. And beyond, over the blue hills that rise southward of the river, the glittering Martians went to and fro, calmly and methodically spreading their poison cloud over this patch of country and then over that, laying it again with their steam jets when it had served its purpose, and taking possession of the conquered country. They do not seem to have aimed at extermination so much as at complete demoralisation and the destruction of any opposition. They exploded any stores of powder they came upon, cut every telegraph, and wrecked the railways here and there. They were hamstringing mankind. They seemed in no hurry to extend the field of their operations, and did not come beyond the central part of London all that day. It is possible that a very considerable number of people in London stuck to their houses through Monday morning. Certain it is that many died at home suffocated by the Black Smoke. Until about midday the Pool of London was an astonishing scene. Steamboats and shipping of all sorts lay there, tempted by the enormous sums of money offered by fugitives, and it is said that many who swam out to these vessels were thrust off with boathooks and drowned. About one o’clock in the afternoon the thinning remnant of a cloud of the black vapour appeared between the arches of Blackfriars Bridge. At that the Pool became a scene of mad confusion, fighting, and collision, and for some time a multitude of boats and barges jammed in the northern arch of the Tower Bridge, and the sailors and lightermen had to fight savagely against the people who swarmed upon them from the riverfront. People were actually clambering down the piers of the bridge from above. When, an hour later, a Martian appeared beyond the Clock Tower and waded down the river, nothing but wreckage floated above Limehouse. Of the falling of the fifth cylinder I have presently to tell. The sixth star fell at Wimbledon. My brother, keeping watch beside the women in the chaise in a meadow, saw the green flash of it far beyond the hills. On Tuesday the little party, still set upon getting across the sea, made its way through the swarming country towards Colchester. The news that the Martians were now in possession of the whole of London was confirmed. They had been seen at Highgate, and even, it was said, at Neasden. But they did not come into my brother’s view until the morrow. That day the scattered multitudes began to realise the urgent need of provisions. As they grew hungry the rights of property ceased to be regarded. Farmers were out to defend their cattle-sheds, granaries, and ripening root crops with arms in their hands. A number of people now, like my brother, had their faces eastward, and there were some desperate souls even going back towards London to get food. These were chiefly people from the northern suburbs, whose knowledge of the Black Smoke came by hearsay. He heard that about half the members of the government had gathered at Birmingham, and that enormous quantities of high explosives were being prepared to be used in automatic mines across the Midland counties. He was also told that the Midland Railway Company had replaced the desertions of the first day’s panic, had resumed traffic, and was running northward trains from St. Albans to relieve the congestion of the home counties. There was also a placard in Chipping Ongar announcing that large stores of flour were available in the northern towns and that within twenty-four hours bread would be distributed among the starving people in the neighbourhood. But this intelligence did not deter him from the plan of escape he had formed, and the three pressed eastward all day, and heard no more of the bread distribution than this promise. Nor, as a matter of fact, did anyone else hear more of it. That night fell the seventh star, falling upon Primrose Hill. It fell while Miss Elphinstone was watching, for she took that duty alternately with my brother. She saw it. On Wednesday the three fugitives—they had passed the night in a field of unripe wheat—reached Chelmsford, and there a body of the inhabitants, calling itself the Committee of Public Supply, seized the pony as provisions, and would give nothing in exchange for it but the promise of a share in it the next day. Here there were rumours of Martians at Epping, and news of the destruction of Waltham Abbey Powder Mills in a vain attempt to blow up one of the invaders. People were watching for Martians here from the church towers. My brother, very luckily for him as it chanced, preferred to push on at once to the coast rather than wait for food, although all three of them were very hungry. By midday they passed through Tillingham, which, strangely enough, seemed to be quite silent and deserted, save for a few furtive plunderers hunting for food. Near Tillingham they suddenly came in sight of the sea, and the most amazing crowd of shipping of all sorts that it is possible to imagine. For after the sailors could no longer come up the Thames, they came on to the Essex coast, to Harwich and Walton and Clacton, and afterwards to Foulness and Shoebury, to bring off the people. They lay in a huge sickle-shaped curve that vanished into mist at last towards the Naze. Close inshore was a multitude of fishing smacks—English, Scotch, French, Dutch, and Swedish; steam launches from the Thames, yachts, electric boats; and beyond were ships of larger burden, a multitude of filthy colliers, trim merchantmen, cattle ships, passenger boats, petroleum tanks, ocean tramps, an old white transport even, neat white and grey liners from Southampton and Hamburg; and along the blue coast across the Blackwater my brother could make out dimly a dense swarm of boats chaffering with the people on the beach, a swarm which also extended up the Blackwater almost to Maldon. About a couple of miles out lay an ironclad, very low in the water, almost, to my brother’s perception, like a water-logged ship. This was the ram Thunder Child. It was the only warship in sight, but far away to the right over the smooth surface of the sea—for that day there was a dead calm—lay a serpent of black smoke to mark the next ironclads of the Channel Fleet, which hovered in an extended line, steam up and ready for action, across the Thames estuary during the course of the Martian conquest, vigilant and yet powerless to prevent it. At the sight of the sea, Mrs. Elphinstone, in spite of the assurances of her sister-in-law, gave way to panic. She had never been out of England before, she would rather die than trust herself friendless in a foreign country, and so forth. She seemed, poor woman, to imagine that the French and the Martians might prove very similar. She had been growing increasingly hysterical, fearful, and depressed during the two days’ journeyings. Her great idea was to return to Stanmore. Things had been always well and safe at Stanmore. They would find George at Stanmore.... It was with the greatest difficulty they could get her down to the beach, where presently my brother succeeded in attracting the attention of some men on a paddle steamer from the Thames. They sent a boat and drove a bargain for thirty-six pounds for the three. The steamer was going, these men said, to Ostend. It was about two o’clock when my brother, having paid their fares at the gangway, found himself safely aboard the steamboat with his charges. There was food aboard, albeit at exorbitant prices, and the three of them contrived to eat a meal on one of the seats forward. There were already a couple of score of passengers aboard, some of whom had expended their last money in securing a passage, but the captain lay off the Blackwater until five in the afternoon, picking up passengers until the seated decks were even dangerously crowded. He would probably have remained longer had it not been for the sound of guns that began about that hour in the south. As if in answer, the ironclad seaward fired a small gun and hoisted a string of flags. A jet of smoke sprang out of her funnels. Some of the passengers were of opinion that this firing came from Shoeburyness, until it was noticed that it was growing louder. At the same time, far away in the southeast the masts and upperworks of three ironclads rose one after the other out of the sea, beneath clouds of black smoke. But my brother’s attention speedily reverted to the distant firing in the south. He fancied he saw a column of smoke rising out of the distant grey haze. The little steamer was already flapping her way eastward of the big crescent of shipping, and the low Essex coast was growing blue and hazy, when a Martian appeared, small and faint in the remote distance, advancing along the muddy coast from the direction of Foulness. At that the captain on the bridge swore at the top of his voice with fear and anger at his own delay, and the paddles seemed infected with his terror. Every soul aboard stood at the bulwarks or on the seats of the steamer and stared at that distant shape, higher than the trees or church towers inland, and advancing with a leisurely parody of a human stride. It was the first Martian my brother had seen, and he stood, more amazed than terrified, watching this Titan advancing deliberately towards the shipping, wading farther and farther into the water as the coast fell away. Then, far away beyond the Crouch, came another, striding over some stunted trees, and then yet another, still farther off, wading deeply through a shiny mudflat that seemed to hang halfway up between sea and sky. They were all stalking seaward, as if to intercept the escape of the multitudinous vessels that were crowded between Foulness and the Naze. In spite of the throbbing exertions of the engines of the little paddle-boat, and the pouring foam that her wheels flung behind her, she receded with terrifying slowness from this ominous advance. Glancing northwestward, my brother saw the large crescent of shipping already writhing with the approaching terror; one ship passing behind another, another coming round from broadside to end on, steamships whistling and giving off volumes of steam, sails being let out, launches rushing hither and thither. He was so fascinated by this and by the creeping danger away to the left that he had no eyes for anything seaward. And then a swift movement of the steamboat (she had suddenly come round to avoid being run down) flung him headlong from the seat upon which he was standing. There was a shouting all about him, a trampling of feet, and a cheer that seemed to be answered faintly. The steamboat lurched and rolled him over upon his hands. He sprang to his feet and saw to starboard, and not a hundred yards from their heeling, pitching boat, a vast iron bulk like the blade of a plough tearing through the water, tossing it on either side in huge waves of foam that leaped towards the steamer, flinging her paddles helplessly in the air, and then sucking her deck down almost to the waterline. A douche of spray blinded my brother for a moment. When his eyes were clear again he saw the monster had passed and was rushing landward. Big iron upperworks rose out of this headlong structure, and from that twin funnels projected and spat a smoking blast shot with fire. It was the torpedo ram, Thunder Child, steaming headlong, coming to the rescue of the threatened shipping. Keeping his footing on the heaving deck by clutching the bulwarks, my brother looked past this charging leviathan at the Martians again, and he saw the three of them now close together, and standing so far out to sea that their tripod supports were almost entirely submerged. Thus sunken, and seen in remote perspective, they appeared far less formidable than the huge iron bulk in whose wake the steamer was pitching so helplessly. It would seem they were regarding this new antagonist with astonishment. To their intelligence, it may be, the giant was even such another as themselves. The Thunder Child fired no gun, but simply drove full speed towards them. It was probably her not firing that enabled her to get so near the enemy as she did. They did not know what to make of her. One shell, and they would have sent her to the bottom forthwith with the Heat-Ray. She was steaming at such a pace that in a minute she seemed halfway between the steamboat and the Martians—a diminishing black bulk against the receding horizontal expanse of the Essex coast. Suddenly the foremost Martian lowered his tube and discharged a canister of the black gas at the ironclad. It hit her larboard side and glanced off in an inky jet that rolled away to seaward, an unfolding torrent of Black Smoke, from which the ironclad drove clear. To the watchers from the steamer, low in the water and with the sun in their eyes, it seemed as though she were already among the Martians. They saw the gaunt figures separating and rising out of the water as they retreated shoreward, and one of them raised the camera-like generator of the Heat-Ray. He held it pointing obliquely downward, and a bank of steam sprang from the water at its touch. It must have driven through the iron of the ship’s side like a white-hot iron rod through paper. A flicker of flame went up through the rising steam, and then the Martian reeled and staggered. In another moment he was cut down, and a great body of water and steam shot high in the air. The guns of the Thunder Child sounded through the reek, going off one after the other, and one shot splashed the water high close by the steamer, ricocheted towards the other flying ships to the north, and smashed a smack to matchwood. But no one heeded that very much. At the sight of the Martian’s collapse the captain on the bridge yelled inarticulately, and all the crowding passengers on the steamer’s stern shouted together. And then they yelled again. For, surging out beyond the white tumult, drove something long and black, the flames streaming from its middle parts, its ventilators and funnels spouting fire. She was alive still; the steering gear, it seems, was intact and her engines working. She headed straight for a second Martian, and was within a hundred yards of him when the Heat-Ray came to bear. Then with a violent thud, a blinding flash, her decks, her funnels, leaped upward. The Martian staggered with the violence of her explosion, and in another moment the flaming wreckage, still driving forward with the impetus of its pace, had struck him and crumpled him up like a thing of cardboard. My brother shouted involuntarily. A boiling tumult of steam hid everything again. “Two!” yelled the captain. Everyone was shouting. The whole steamer from end to end rang with frantic cheering that was taken up first by one and then by all in the crowding multitude of ships and boats that was driving out to sea. The steam hung upon the water for many minutes, hiding the third Martian and the coast altogether. And all this time the boat was paddling steadily out to sea and away from the fight; and when at last the confusion cleared, the drifting bank of black vapour intervened, and nothing of the Thunder Child could be made out, nor could the third Martian be seen. But the ironclads to seaward were now quite close and standing in towards shore past the steamboat. The little vessel continued to beat its way seaward, and the ironclads receded slowly towards the coast, which was hidden still by a marbled bank of vapour, part steam, part black gas, eddying and combining in the strangest way. The fleet of refugees was scattering to the northeast; several smacks were sailing between the ironclads and the steamboat. After a time, and before they reached the sinking cloud bank, the warships turned northward, and then abruptly went about and passed into the thickening haze of evening southward. The coast grew faint, and at last indistinguishable amid the low banks of clouds that were gathering about the sinking sun. Then suddenly out of the golden haze of the sunset came the vibration of guns, and a form of black shadows moving. Everyone struggled to the rail of the steamer and peered into the blinding furnace of the west, but nothing was to be distinguished clearly. A mass of smoke rose slanting and barred the face of the sun. The steamboat throbbed on its way through an interminable suspense. The sun sank into grey clouds, the sky flushed and darkened, the evening star trembled into sight. It was deep twilight when the captain cried out and pointed. My brother strained his eyes. Something rushed up into the sky out of the greyness—rushed slantingly upward and very swiftly into the luminous clearness above the clouds in the western sky; something flat and broad, and very large, that swept round in a vast curve, grew smaller, sank slowly, and vanished again into the grey mystery of the night. And as it flew it rained down darkness upon the land. About HackerNoon Book Series: We bring you the most important technical, scientific, and insightful public domain books. This book is part of the public domain. H. G. Wells (1992). The War of the Worlds. Urbana, Illinois: Project Gutenberg. Retrieved October 2022, from https://www.gutenberg.org/files/36/36-h/36-h.htm This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org , located at https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html.

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With the official that the support for Mortal Kombat 11 wrapped up, it’s up in the air as to what developer NetherRealm Studios will work on next. There are different projects they could potentially work on, but it’s all speculation until they reveal something. announcement Speculation is fun, however, especially with all of the possibilities. From Mortal Kombat 12 to Injustice 3, here are the potential video games NetherRealm Studios could release next. Mortal Kombat 12 An easy conclusion to make is that NetherRealm Studios would jump right into Mortal Kombat 12 after finishing 11. Maybe it’s wishful thinking since Mortal Kombat 11 was amazing, but it could be a possibility. Released in 2019, Mortal Kombat 11 isn’t old by any stretch of the imagination, and the last big update was released in the middle of last year. It does seem unlikely for the next Mortal Kombat installment to be in development, but recently, NetherRealm Studios has been changing things up. 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It told the story of the second Mortal Kombat game and followed the Shaolin Monks as they interacted and fought with many characters from the Mortal Kombat universe. It is a co-op game, and besides Kung Lao and Liu Kang, other playable characters include Scorpion, Sub-Zero, and Kitana. With how rich and full of potential the Mortal Kombat universe is, it’s about time we explore more of it with a sequel. In fact, we almost did get a sequel starring Scorpion and Sub-Zero titled . Although the game never saw the light of day, Mortal Kombat has been on a roll, and we think they could do the idea justice if they tried. Mortal Kombat: Fire and Ice Injustice 3 The game that most likely is being developed by NetherRealm Studios is Injustice 3. This fighting game features DC characters such as The Flash, Green Lantern, and Wonder Woman fight in 1-1 battles. Apart from the gameplay, another great element of the Injustice series is its story. After Superman is tricked into killing his pregnant wife and blowing up Metropolis by the Joker, he kills the clown. This leads him down a dark path and he becomes dictator of the planet, other superheroes and villains soon fall in line and join him. On the other side of the spectrum is Batman. Batman becomes the leader of the resistance and works with unlikely allies such as Lex Luthor and Harley Quinn to oppose Superman. In the sequel, he becomes a mentor and leader for younger superheroes. It’s not just wishful thinking that makes Injustice 3 likely, it’s also the pattern of NetherRealm Studios. The developer releases an Injustice game after a Mortal Kombat game, so it’s one right after another. With this pattern in mind, it seems all but confirmed that Injustice 3 is on the horizon. Marvel Fighting Game This game is only rumored to be in development, so take it with a grain of salt. However, if there is any truth to it, it can’t be understated just how big it would be. Earlier this year, a circulated by , stated that NetherRealm Studios was working on a Marvel fighting game. rumor Daniel Richtman There’s no evidence to support this theory, but that’s not going to stop us from getting excited at the prospect of a Marvel fighting game. Marvel is no stranger to the fighting genre, with them frequently collaborating with Capcom for the Marvel vs. Capcom fighting series. Marvel Vs. Capcom: Infinite, the last game in that series, was released in 2017 to lukewarm reviews; both and scored the game a 7.7/10. The game also fell short of its expected sales number, , and instead sold (as of March 31, 2021). IGN Polygon 2 million units 1.7 million units Although we love the Marvel Vs. Capcom series and would love to see more of it, it would be refreshing to see Marvel characters in a different type of fighting game. NetherRealm’s stories are unmatched, and they would undoubtedly do a fantastic job with the Marvel universe. 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Astounding Stories of Super-Science May 1931, by Astounding Stories is part of HackerNoon’s Book Blog Post series. You can jump to any chapter in this book here . Dark Moon - Chapter V: The "Dark Moon" CHAPTER V. The "Dark Moon" They were seated in the cabin of the man-made meteor that the brain of Harkness had conceived—two men and a girl. And they stared at one another unsmilingly, with eyes which reflected their comprehension of the risks that they ran and the dangers which lay ahead in the dark void. Yet the brown eyes of Mam'selle Diane, no less than the others, were afire with the thrill of adventure—the same response to the same lure that has carried men to each new exploration—or to their death. Behind them, a rear lookout port framed a picture of awful majesty. The earth was a great disc, faintly luminous in a curtain of dead black. From beyond it, a hidden sun made glorious flame of the disc's entire rim. And, streaming toward it, a straight, blasting line from their stern exhaust, was an arrow of blue. It had taken form slowly, that arrow of blue fire, and Harkness answered an unspoken question from the girl. "Hydrogen and oxygen," he explained. "It is an explosive mixture at this height, but too thin to take fire. It will pass. Beyond this is pure hydrogen. And then, nothing." He turned to switch on their radio receiver, and he set it for the newscasting waves that went forth from the most powerful station of Earth, the Press Tower of New York. A voice came to them faintly. For a time it vied with the muffled roar of their thundering exhaust; then it lost volume, faded, and was finally gone. Their last contact with Earth was severed. There remained only blackness, and a great abyss through which they were plunging. Harkness busied himself with calculations. He would have spoken, but the silence that followed the vanished voice of Earth had robbed his own voice of control. A telescope sight was fixed rigid with the axis of their ship. He looked through it, moved their controls, and brought the cross-hairs of his instrument to bear upon a star. "That's about right," he said quietly. "I got all the information that the observatories had on the orbit of the Dark Moon. It is circling the Earth from north to south. It coincided for a short time with our own moon when it first hit; that's what kicked up the big wave and jarred us up. But it swung off and seems to have settled down in its own orbit now. "Two hundred thousand miles away is what they make it, though I think that is more or less of a guess. I wish we could measure our speed." He looked at the earth-induction speed-indicator. Useless now, it registered zero. "Well," he added, "we are shooting for the North Star. We will pass close to the Dark Moon's orbit; it should be about over the Pole on this date. And there is one good safe bet, anyhow; there is nothing between here and there to stop us." He was being weakly facetious, but his efforts met with an enthusiastic response. The tension of the moment, it was plain, had not affected Harkness alone. But it was many hours before the error of his statement was made manifest to all. An island, faintly luminous, lay ahead. It grew to enormous size as they dashed upon it. Harkness sprang for the controls, but, before he could reach them, they had struck the vast field of pale green light, flashed through it, and left it diminishing in size behind them. Then, other lights, not brilliant, but like phosphorescent bodies, that came and went and flashed by with blinding speed. Another luminous area rushed at them from ahead. At first it was a speck, then an island, and then a continent in size, and through it moved other brighter lights. This time a slight suggestion of an impact was felt. Here was matter of a form they could not guess. It was Chet who pointed to the glass of their control room. The heavy lights of the lookouts were smeared with sticky fluid that drew together in trickling streams. "Nothing between us and the Dark Moon?" he asked of Harkness. "And space is an empty void? We Earth-creatures are a conceited lot." "Meaning?" the girl questioned. "Meaning that because we live on Earth—walk on solid ground, swim in the water and fly in the air—we deny the existence of life in space. There's the answer written in the blood of some life that was snuffed out as we hit it." Harkness shook his head doubtfully. "Matter of some sort," he admitted, "and the serpents came from somewhere; but, as for the rest, the idea that the ocean of space is filled with life as our Earth-oceans are—creatures living and moving through unknown fields of force...." He did not finish the denial, but looked with wondering gaze at the myriad points that flashed softly into glowing masses and darted aside before their onward rush. It was hours later that he checked their flight. Slowly at first he cut off the exhaust from their stern and opened the bow valve. Slowly, for their wild speed must slacken as it had been built up, by slow degrees. The self-adjusting floor swung forward and up. Their deceleration was like the pull of gravity, and now straight ahead seemed down. More hours, and they were at rest, floating in an ethereal ocean, an ocean teeming with strange life. Each face was pressed close to a lookout port. No one of the three could speak; each was too absorbed in the story his eyes were reading—this story of a strange, new existence where no life should have been. Animalculae. They came in swarms; cloud masses of them floated past; and swirls of phosphorescent fire marked the presence of larger creatures that moved among them. Large and small, each living creature was invisible until it moved; then came the greenish light, like phosphorescence and yet unlike. Still Harkness could not force himself to believe the irrefutable evidence. What of astronomy? he asked himself. Why was this matter not visible through telescopes? Why did it not make its presence known through interference? Through refraction of light?... And then he realized the incredible distance within the scope of his vision; he knew that this swarming life was actually more widely spaced; and the light of a brilliant star shone toward him through the center of a living mass to prove that here was matter that offered no resistance to the passage of light. A void of nothingness was before his eyes. He saw its black emptiness change to pale green fire that swirled and fled before a large shape. The newcomer swept down like light itself. Softly green like the others, its rounded body was outlined in a huge circle of orange light. Like a cyclopean pod, it was open at one end, and that open end closed and opened and closed again as the creature gulped in uncounted millions of the tiny, luminous dots—every one, as Harkness now knew, a living thing. Strange light whirled into life and vanished, each evidencing a battle where life took life in this ocean of the invisible living. A gasp from the girl brought Harkness quickly about. "Another one!" she said breathlessly, and pointed where the blackness was looped with writhing fire. It came swiftly near to show the outline of the dread serpent form; the suction cups showed plainly. Danger was in this thing, Harkness knew, but it passed them by before he could move. The further lookout showed two gleaming monsters locked together in deadly embrace. So swift was their whirling motion that details of form were lost: only a confusion of lashing tentacles that whipped and tore, and one glimpse of a savage maw that sheared the tentacles off. Then the serpent was upon them. Harkness had seen one time a sight that was indelibly impressed upon his memory. A steeloid cable had broken under a terrific strain; the end of it had lashed out with a speed the eye could not follow, to wind itself around the superstructure of a submarine—and the men who were gathered there. He thought of that now, saw again the bleeding mass that had been an instant before a group of humans, as the serpent seized its prey. The two combatants were encircled in a living coil of light. Then, as motion ceased, the ethereal sea went dark except for pulsing suction cups that drew and strained at the bodies they held. Harkness was groping for the controls—he saw too plainly their own helplessness when they were at rest—but the voice of Dianne checked him. "That bright star went out," she said; and Harkness let his gaze follow where she pointed. The stars that were distant suns shone in brilliant points of light; no atmosphere here to dim them or cause a flickering. A bright point vanished as she looked—another!—and he knew abruptly that he was seeing a circle of blackness that moved slowly between them and the stars. "The Moon!" he shouted. "The Dark Moon!" And now his hand found the controls that threw their ship into thunderous life. It was approaching! He swung the metal ball to throw them ahead and to one side, and the roar from the stern told of the fast-growing speed that was pressing them to the floor.... An hour of wild flight, and the circle was close upon them. Too faintly lighted to register in the telescopes of Earth, there was still enough of luminosity to mark it as a round disc of violet that grew dimly bluish-green around the edge. It ceased to grow. Their ship, Harkness knew, was speeding beside it some hundreds of miles away. But they were within its gravitational pull, and were falling toward it. And he aimed his ship bow-on to make the forward blast a check upon their falling speed. The circle broadened; became a sphere; and then they were plunging through clouds more tenuous than any vapors of Earth—thick layers of gas that reflected no rays from the distant sun. Beside them a sinuous form showed where a serpent of space was trying to match their speed. Harkness saw it twisting convulsively in the stratum of gas; it was falling, lifeless, beside them as they sped on and away. Here was something the beasts could not combat. He made a mental note of the fact, but his thoughts flashed again to what lay ahead. Every eye was held close to the lookouts that faced forward. The three were breathless, wordless; the hand of Harkness that held the tiny ball was all that moved. Ahead of them was their goal, the Dark Moon! And they were prepared for Stygian darkness and a land of perpetual night. The almost invisible gas-clouds thinned; there was a glow ahead that grew brilliant as they watched; and then, with a blinding suddenness that made them shield their eyes, there flashed before them a world of light. Each line of shore was marked distinctly there; the blue and violet of rippling seas were blended with unreal hues; there were mountains upthrust and, on the horizon, a range of volcanic peaks that poured forth flashing eruptions half-blanketed by invisible gas. "The Dark Moon!" gasped Harkness. He was spellbound with utter awe at the spectacle he beheld. This brilliant world a-gleam to its farthest horizon with golden, glorious sunlight, softly spread and diffused! This, this! was the Dark Moon! He turned to share with the others the delirium of ecstatic wonder too overpowering to be borne alone—turned, to find his happiness shot through with a pang of regret. He saw Chet and Diane. They had been standing together at a wide forward lookout; and now she was holding one hand of the pilot to her breast in an embrace of passionate joy. Unconscious, that gesture of delight at this climax of their perilous trip?—Harkness told himself that this was so. But he swung back to the helm of the ship. He glanced at instruments that again were regis tering; he saw the air-pressure indicator that told of oxygen and an atmosphere where men might live. He gauged his distance carefully, and prepared to land. The moment of depression could not last, for there was too much here to fill brain and eyes. What would they find? Was there life? His question was answered by an awkward body that flapped from beneath them on clumsy wings. He glimpsed a sinuous neck, a head that was all mouth and flabby pouch, and the mouth opened ludicrously in what was doubtless a cry of alarm. Then land, that took form and detail; a mountain whose curled top was like a frozen wave of stone. In a valley below it trees were growing. They swayed in a wind, and their branches reached upward and flowed and waved like seaweed on the ocean's floor. Green—vivid, glowing green!—and reds and purples that might be flowers and fruit. An open space in a little valley spread invitingly before him, and he laid the ship down there in a jungle of lush grasses—set it down as gently as if he were landing from a jaunt of a thousand miles instead of two hundred times that distance straight away from Earth. The others were looking at him with glowing, excited eyes. In the cabin was silence. Harkness felt that he must speak, must say something worthy of the moment—something to express in slight degree the upwelling emotion that filled them all, three adventurers about to set foot upon a virgin world.... The pause was long-drawn, until he ended it in a voice that had all the solemn importance of a head-steward's announcement on a liner of the high-level service. But the corners of his lips were twitching to a little smile. "This," he announced, "is as far as we go. This is the end of our run." The tension that had held them emotionally taut was ended. With outstretched hands Diane ran toward him, and her broken laugh betrayed the hysteria she was holding back. "Congratulations!" she cried, and clung tightly to his hands. "Congratulations, M'sieu Walter—" Her voice choked and she could not go on; but the eyes that were raised to his were luminous through the tears that filled them. From the cabin beyond came a clash of levers, where Chet was preparing to open a port. And Harkness followed with unseeing eyes where the pilot waited that their commander might be the first to step forth upon an unknown globe—upon the surface of what men had called "The Dark Moon." About HackerNoon Book Series: We bring you the most important technical, scientific, and insightful public domain books. This book is part of the public domain. 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Astounding Stories of Super-Science May 1931: Dark Moon - Chapter V

… and incidentally establishing DevOps. Looking back on three years of improving and optimising the working environment for developers in our company we have learned a lot. Since back then a whole lot of things have changed our mindset. What happened so far. Stage 1: Actual State Analysis 🤕 The Pains Are you working in the Software Development Sector as an App Developer which technology or an IT Project Manager? Sure thing you have heard some of the following sentences from your customer or your manager. no matter "We need the latest version of the App asap to test it." ” "The delivered version is weeks old. Can we update it asap?" “ ” The App download link is dead. “ ” Which Version needs to be built? What version do we need to deliver? “ Can’t install the app, the certificate is not valid.” “ ” Anyone with spare time to upload a new build? Take a short break and feel your personal emotions those statements are triggering. Is it pure pain? If not - you can stop reading here. 🌁 The Vision What comes to a Developer’s mind getting confronted with those statements regularly? The exceptional wish of just automating the pains away. We technology enthusiasts like to automate everything everywhere because it’s part of our attitude to simplify our daily tasks — why not fixing those pains by automating the underlying processes. In a perfect world I would wake up in the morning. Get my coffee, start developing the new feature, fixing some bugs from yesterdays tested version, grab another coffee… and finish my day by just watching the application to be build and delivered automagically — ready to test. Everyone gets notified about the new version — no need to write another slack message. Wouldn’t that make our lives so much more comfy? In a perfect world I would wake up in the morning. Get my coffee, start developing the new feature, fixing some bugs from yesterdays tested version, grab another coffee… and finish my day by just watching the application to be build and delivered automagically – ready to test. Everyone gets notified about the new version – no need to write another slack message. 🔎 The Starting Point Back then we had a Build Server ( ) already in place. It was used rarely. In your daily business as a developer you were sometimes confronted with and interrupted by this Jenkins which was introduced for everyone to be able to create application arftifacts without the need to do it on your development machine. call it Jenkins Building the Application Once in a while a build was triggered manually because it was time again to deliver a new app version to the customer. Many obstacles were lying in this way. Sometimes you were not even assigned to the underlying development project of this application but the only one with a little spare time and luckily a little know-how about this big Jenkins monster. After finding the right Build Job for the project on the server and fixing many build issues, you ended up — usually after many hours of guessing, try and error— with a build artifact. Downloading the Artifact Relieved seeing the green light flashing after the successful build, your task was to download the right artifact to your machine for the following task. Upload it somewhere to deliver it Your next task was to find some information about the delivery process for this project. Where to upload it? What are the credentials for accessing the uploaded version? After finding someone somewhere who did know where to upload the artifact and luckily had the right credentials you ended up with an uploaded app and finally sending a notification to the customer. Happy me! Now: Back to work developing your current assigned project. Conclusion Delivery of a version was a matter of luck finding the right way through a jungle of obstacles. This can’t be the final stage. Do we have more possibilities utilising our Build Infrastructure? Stage 2: Implementation 📦 Continuous Integration We started diving into the documentation of our Repository Manager (GitLab) and checked if we can get an easy integration to our Jenkins Server that triggers a new build if the code was updated. We found out about webhooks and commit triggers and did the setup on both ends. Conclusion We did it! With some simple steps we implemented without knowing it and completed the first checkpoint on our track. We were now part of the CI Hype Train! Continuous Integration The advantages having CI for our project was obvious. After each code push we had a good (or bad) feeling if the application is still building on a sandbox environment and not just on our own local environments. Issues while building were anticipated in a very early stage which led to a less stressful life afterwards. 🚀 Continuous Delivery Fast forward to a couple of months later…, we established Continuous Integration in each new project and for a handful of existing projects and created our first best practices dealing with Jenkins. The stressful days before an application delivery phase reduced. No need anymore to manually trigger a Jenkins build on Friday afternoon and crossing fingers that the green traffic light will show up signalling a successful build. There was already a build artifact lying around on our Jenkins on friday afternoon just waiting to be uploaded to the file server from where it could be shared with the customer. We asked us if we can get into the next stage of automating the upload to the ftp server and added some lines of code to our Jenkins Build Script which did the job. Conclusion Did we just reached the final stage of ? Yes we did it! Continuous Delivery (at least we thought, that we did it back then) The Application was now built after a push to our repo and after a successful build uploaded to the file server. Great! ♻️ Refactoring We enjoyed watching this setup automa ically upload one build after another. We introduced a proper versioning so the files on the server did not get overwritten and introduced a manual process of regularly doing a housekeeping on the server and deleting old apps. g Jenkins Pipeline Scripts from SCM But as soon as it was introduced to other projects we saw bad things happen. Jenkins scripts were copied and pasted. Since the beginning this was never challenged and working until now — but now we suddenly had a logic in our script which was generic enough to be shared between jobs… the simple logic of uploading a file. We started evaluating what are the best practices to share scripts between different jobs and got in contact with the neat way of pulling scripts from a Source Code Repository. Jenkins allows this for each job Pipeline Script. We proceeded with the creation of a git repository for all of our Pipeline Scripts. In the course of starting to create all new job scripts in this repo we also switched from plain bash scripts to groovy scripts and extracted reusable code in a separate utils script which we then imported in the pipeline specific files. Introducing HockeyApp (now AppCenter) We also searched for a more convenient way than our ftp server to provide App Downloads for iOS, Android and Windows platforms. HockeyApp (now AppCenter) was the solution for that. HockeyApp is a platform that offers an easy way to manage and distribute App binaries to Beta Testers. The switch allowed us to manage different tester groups (internal and external) and sped up the test cycles which noticeable improved the quality of each project. 📬 Notifications After the refactoring phase and a lot of feedback from different departments we decided to improve the notification process for new releases. Luckily we were anyways improving our internal communication processes in the same time and introduced slack as our main communication tool. Slack was fitting perfectly in our scenario. We checked for integrations to Jenkins and quickly found a way to enrich our pipeline scripts with slack notifications. In the first step we sent notifications about the releases or build failures to the project slack channel. Which led to interruptions of ongoing discussions there. So we decided to have an additional notifications channel for each project which has a CD Pipeline in place and invited all project members to those channels. Conclusion With the addition of notifications we improved the project transparency significantly. Every project member was now aware about the project status at all times. We managed to find a well fitting solution for each project participant which solved many manual steps with no decrease in the information flow. Stage 3: Observe and Improve 🎩 DevOps We unknowingly did a lot of work in the Development Operations area. Back then when we started, the expression DevOps was not wide spread or at least did not reach us and it took us some time to realise what DevOps means for us. At least we now had a term to describe our tasks which was very handy for the internal communication. Explaining the term and the work field is really challenging at least towards non-tech people. The definitions reach from “I’m a Text File Engineer” to “I automate the boring stuff….with magic.” DevOps right ( https://www.reddit.com/r/devops/comments/awx6d7/can_anyone_describe_our_profession_to_nontech/ ) 📈 Ongoing Improvements As we all know, who stops being better stops being good. So we aim to iteratively improve our processes around our Continuous Delivery Pipelines. Working Group We introduced a DevOps working group including experts of different technology stacks to get more feedback as well as improving the company wide knowledge share about DevOps and the possibilities and advantages. As artifacts we are generating best practices for different technology stacks. The working group is slowly evolving into an internal service provider for all topics regarding improvement of development and release cycles. Best Practices We introduced generic job scripts and best practices for different build targets and platforms. This allows the creation of a new Pipeline for a new project in a short time by picking an existing job configuration and changing parameters to fit the new project. Automated Style Checking and Testing We integrated automated style checks and tests to improve our code quality and to create a common understanding between project members on code quality overall and that sharpened our definition of done. Many discussions were triggered about this topic. Automated generation of the Code Documentation We created scripts to automate the generation of the code documentation for our internal libraries. That itself was a complete topic on its own with many discussions and try and error iterations. I will recap this topic in another post. Nightly Builds We also introduced automatic nightly builds to early anticipate infrastructural failures in our build pipeline, third party integration problems and other errors which did not had their root cause in a breaking code commit. This was necessary for projects which were already rolled-out and had no ongoing development sprints— and therefore were not build regularly. The feeling each morning seeing successful builds for all of your ongoing projects is just amazing and kickstarts your working day right. 🛤 Résumé (tl;dr) Stage 1: Actual State Analysis We analyzed the main pain points during the development phase of a application from the developers perspective and tried to solve as many of them as possible gradually. Stage 2: Implementation We customized some of our existing tools, introduced a couple of best practices and processes and managed to establish a working group over the time of three years. Stage 3: Observe and Improve We learned that there is a term for what we are doing — DevOps. We are still improving what we have implemented in Stage 2 to be able to adapt to new technologies, platforms and processes. We see DevOps as the main tool to improve the working environment for developers. Reducing disturbance as much as possible by simultaneously improving project transparency and letting the developers focus on the essentials. And additionally getting application quality improvements for free. The Continuous Delivery Implementation fits perfectly to our agile development approach with regular project reviews and sprints. 📎 Tools and Links — — — Jenkins Build Server https://jenkins.io Gitlab Git-repository manager https://about.gitlab.com AppCenter (prev. HockeyApp) https://appcenter.ms

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The State of The Market — March 6, 2019 : $3,892.93 (+1.37%) : $138.39 (+3.63%) : $0.314496 (+0.72%) BTC ETH XRP The market continued to make small gains after yesterday’s surge, adding nearly $1.5 Billion to the total market cap in the last 24 hours. Bitcoin tried to push past $3,900 on three different instances and failed. However, there is enough volume in the market to make it happen later today. All of the top 10 cryptocurrencies are flashing green right now, and Litecoin (LTC) is up by nearly 7.5%. In other news, . Crypto Facilities offers five different products and the total volume reached nearly $1 Billion for the month of February. Also, . Judge Michael Wood said that he would approve the stay of proceedings until the next scheduled hearing on April 18. Until this date, creditors cannot sue the exchange until the stay expires or is lifted by the Nova Scotia Supreme Court. according to Sui Chung, Crypto Facilities’ head of indices and pricing products, the trading volume has gone up by 500% after the acquisition by Kraken the Nova Scotia Supreme Court granted QuadrigaCX a 45-day extension to continue searching for nearly $140 million in missing cryptocurrencies Called EY Crypto-Asset Accounting and Tax (CAAT), it is geared towards US customers to prepare Internal Revenue Service (IRS) tax returns related to crypto assets. CAAT can pull information from most exchanges and automatically produce various reports. Both institutions and individuals can use the product. EY claims that it built the product because it saw significant growth in the number of customers who trade and hold cryptocurrencies. ( ) 1) Ernst & Young (EY), one of the Big-Four consulting firms has launched a new tool for cryptocurrency traders to calculate taxes. Read More The new feature is the result of a partnership with accounting firm Armanino, which built a dashboard that provides a real-time, third-party managed view of all TUSD in circulation and their collateralized fiat funds. Armanino achieved this by running Ethereum nodes to monitor TUSD supply and the firm has also connected with the escrow bank accounts holding TrustToken’s U.S dollar collateral. TrustToken cofounder Rafael Cosman said the monitoring feature “sets a new standard not only for stablecoins but for all tokenized assets in the future.” The ‘dashboard’ feature is scheduled to launch in early April and TrustToken said it will be open for anyone wishing to access. TrustToken also announced that is had reduced the minimum TUSD purchase and redemption amount to $1,000. ( ) 2) TrustToken, the company behind the TrueUSD (TUSD) regulated stablecoin, recently announced that its clients will be able to monitor TUSD in real-time. Read More The company is slowly rolling out its new product, Carrefour Quality Line (CQL) micro-filtered full-fat milk. CQL guarantees that consumers can track the entire supply chain of their product. Consumers can get information such as the GPS coordinates for the farm from which the milk was acquired, the date it was acquired, and the date it was packed. This is not the first time that Carrefour is venturing into blockchain. Late last year, Carrefour launched a blockchain product to track free-range chickens in Spain. It is also a part of IBM’s blockchain food tracking network called Food Trust. ( ) 3) French retail giant Carrefour has revealed that it has deployed blockchain technology to track the supply chain of milk products. Read More Subscribe to the Berminal Brief Newsletter Download Berminal App for Free The Berminal Website Berminal Official Telegram Berminal Twitter

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The State of The Market — February 19, 2019 : $3,982.89 (+4.15%) : $148.40 (+2.92%) : $0.337637 (+7.14%) BTC ETH XRP The market continued to make large gains yesterday, and Bitcoin is currently testing its resistance at $4,000. Similarly, Ethereum is testing its resistance at $150. Bitcoin would remain above $4,000 if it manages to push past $4,200 this week, and even test its next resistance at $4,800. The total market cap added $7 Billion in the last 24 hours and more than $15 Billion since Sunday. All of the top 25 cryptocurrencies are flashing green right now, with some even making double-digit gains. In other news, . According to Bitmain the BM1397 chip “achieves new feats in performance, chip area and energy efficiency [and] it requires lower power and can offer an energy consumption to computing ratio as low as 30J/TH”. Bitmain says this represents a 28.6 percent improvement when compared with the previous 7nm BM1391 chip. The mining giant also announced that it will reveal two new Antminer models called the S17 and T17 and both will utilize the new BM1397 chip. Also, . Schnorr could improve Bitcoin’s scalability and privacy and the technology has excited many developers for a long time. This is the first time the code has been made available for testing and many Bitcoin developers think it could be a positive upgrade for the Bitcoin network. Schnorr signatures could also facilitate the anonymization of lightning transactions and developers are already brainstorming other technologies that could be built on top of it. Bitmain revealed a new 7nm ASIC chip designed for mining cryptocurrencies that use the SHA256 algorithm for Proof of Work (PoW) Blockstream added a new technology called “MuSig” to its test cryptographic library and the release allows developers to experiment with the Schnorr signature and also search for bugs The revelation came as the company updated its financial results to the Hong Kong Stock Exchange as it reviews Bitmain’s application for an IPO. The figures provided in the update are the first precise figures that show how much the bear market has affected the once-dominant company, leading to a reversal of fortune that resulted in layoffs and company restructuring. ( ) 1) Bitmain, the cryptocurrency mining hardware manufacturer that dominated the space for years, recently revealed that it lost about $500 million in the third quarter of 2018 amid an overall bearish market for cryptocurrencies. Read More The event will see the launch of various decentralized applications (dApps), decentralized exchanges (DEXs), crypto wallets, stablecoins, blockchain explorers and more. IOST is the number 4 playable platform after Ethereum, EOS, and Tron. CEO Jimmy Zhong will be in attendance and supporters are encouraged to tune in via Twitter. ( ) 2) The IOST mainnet launch is scheduled to take place in 7 days and the event will live stream from 8 pm Pacific Standard Time on Monday, February 25 / 12 noon Singapore Time (Tuesday, February 26). Read More According to the new laws, starting an exchange in the country would come with huge upfront costs and regulations. Both traders and exchanges were not happy with this rule, and the trading has shifted to the peer-to-peer Bitcoin exchange, LocalBitcoins. Traders exchanged over 10.3 billion rupiah ($730,000) last week, up by 300% on a week-on-week basis. It is also much higher than the previous high of 4.5 billion rupiah ($319,000). Bitcoin (BTC) is priced at $3,747.67, gaining 2.81% in the last 24 hours. ( ) 3) After a controversial crypto law was enacted in Indonesia last week, there was a huge surge on Localbitcoins. Read More Subscribe to the Berminal Brief Newsletter Download Berminal App for Free The Berminal Website Berminal Official Telegram Berminal Twitter

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