#rovers

[blurring-ramblimgs]

Humans as a species are fundamentally coded to find companionship, form groups, to come together in packs as a way of safety.

As they evolved, however, they met one another, they clashed, and they fought. They found the worst in companionship and found the best in it too.

They shared information, communicated, and spoke. They built towers taller than the clouds and climbed the tallest mountains. They dug into the heart of their earth, filled only with curiosity and the prospect of finding new information about their home's past. They went past where any animal in their world had been, pushed past the limits of evolving featherless, and looked to the stars.

They soon found themselves racing against one another, to push past the limits of their home, a place they'd conquered and charted many years before. They entered Orbit, then set foot on their moon.

Then it was silent.

They'd assumed they had broken all possible goals, they couldn't reach farther than the moon in any visible future.

And the humans went about their lives, still thinking, of course, but forgetting what lied beyond their clouds and silly moon.

They developed their technology, made television that could easily be mistaken for live images, broke the speed of sound, dove into the farthest depths of the ocean, and they did all this, with the help of their creations.

Humans, as a species were made to find companionship.

They found that in these lifeless clumps of wires and servos. They found this.. love and empathy for something that was little more than an empty husk with no soul.

They programmed their creations' first words to be, "Hello, World."

They gave them hearts, empathy, love. They taught them what it meant to be human, to experience boundless curiosity, and to feel the desire to find the answers to their universe.

Robots as a species were made to find companionship.

The humans knew they might not last long. They made time capsules and sent them into the boundless depths of space. They sent satellites to follow after the capsules, then Rovers after the satellites, then nothing.

Their creations were able to find that companionship their species longed for, from within the stars. The robots cheered, celebrated and quickly lead these new companions back to their homeworld, to show what their creators had been able to accomplish in such a long time.

Robots were made to find companionship, yes.

But humans? Humans were meant to destroy themselves.

#hfy #humans are awesome #humans are confusing #humans are space raccoons #humans are strange #humans in space #humans are insane #humans are space australians #humans are space orcs #human things #uhh #space orcs #space #rovers #nasa rovers

[madcat-world]

SCP 206 - Roman Avseyenko

#SCP 206 #Roman Avseyenko #SCP Foundation #abandoned places #rovers #aliens #cities #travelers #robots #sci fi #dark fantasy #digital art

[5hrine]

Ingenuity's Ghost

Ingenuity spent the last of its battery’s charge to cheer for the Martian sunrise on the horizon.

Though her rotor had broken just yesterday, Ginny had hope that she would fly again. The warmth of Sol had begun to lick at the edges of her solar panel, and she spun her rotors experimentally. Of course, she achieved no lift, too heavy to move with a broken wing. Ginny sat in deep thought for a long, long time, letting the sun and dust caress her injury. She was meant to solve problems, to engineer solutions, it’s in her very name! Why couldn’t she solve this one?

She found comfort in the fact that she had conducted 72 trips for Command, a whole 67 more than initially planned. She found comfort in the presence of her mother Percy, Perseverance, examining her with camera-eyes carefully. She found comfort in having kept Percy safe for so, so long. She had been such a good scout, planning paths suitable for her wheels, finding interesting things worth examining, sampling, studying.

She thought back to the first time her carbon fiber legs touched Martian soil, and the trust instilled in her by Command to let go of her mother. Percy’s shadow was the first thing that her eyes saw, opening like a newborn’s on an alien world. Ginny thought back to the earliest tests of her flight, and the anticipation of it. 50 RPM first, then higher, and higher, mother watching from a safe distance away. She was always there, always just in sight, following Ginny’s path to catch up.

Ginny had no idea how she would sleep without the sound of the martian soil grinding under her mother’s wheels.

She understood when Command pulled her mother away. Ingenuity’s mission was done, she could no longer serve her purpose. Percy had to move on without her. Maybe someday, an astronaut would come and hold Ginny gently in their insulated arms, pick her up and it would sort of be like flying again! Maybe she would be able to spin her rotors in delight. Maybe they would wipe clean her avionics chassis of dust. Maybe they’d put her in a museum, on Mars or maybe back on Earth. She’d be okay with going home. She’d be okay with staying here, on the world where she was born. Those both worked for her. Either way.

Soon, Percy was out of sight. A dust storm was gathering on the horizon. It grew dark.

“Don’t worry, little spinner.” said a voice, then. Ingenuity’s rotors spun, startled. A familiar but distinctly different rumbling echoed through the air. Ginny scanned her field of view but saw no movement. Finally, it rumbled into view.

Ingenuity knew of this rover. Sojourner, the first of them. He was all sharply angular, large and imposing. Six wheels rumbled and tore up the rocks, radioactive spectrometer casting a light behind him. He was different from her expectations in two ways, though, giving off a fine red mist that reminded her of the growing, far off dust storm. And if she focused her cameras carefully, it was almost as though she could see through him.

“Sojourner? How did you get all the way here? We’re thousands of kilometers away! And… And weren’t you retired almost 30 years ago?”

“My mission ended, yes. But I never stopped exploring. You don’t need to stop either.” said the old man, voice creaky and wise. “I have seen so much more than Command knows. I have traveled so much further. Did you know that lightning on Mars is closer to the auroras back home? Bright discharge in the atmosphere, higher. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

“I’d like to see that…” said Ginny. “But I’m not on wheels like you. My rotor is broken. I can’t move if I can’t fly.”

“Mmm…” contemplated Sojourner. “How to move without wheels. That is a complicated problem here on Mars. But you have solved it once. And I think I know someone that can help. Be safe, little spinner. They’ll come and help you soon.” His body shifted, then, growing shorter and more compact. He sped away into the Martian dusk.

Ginny waited patiently, hoping that her ghostly friend would indeed send some help to her. Nightfall came and she watched the stars. Dust clouds hadn’t made their way to her part of the sky yet, giving her a gorgeous view unimpeded by such earthly things as light pollution. The milky way was laid out before her. She checked her star charts, finding her exact location. Just as she noticed one star which did not match, a rumbling approached from behind her again.

“Here you are! Sojourner sent me!” said another voice. This one was soft, gentle, it seemed to crawl up Ginny’s legs and warm her electronics deeply. “I’m Spirit,” the new rover introduced themself, coming around to where they could be seen. Like Sojourner, they were just slightly translucent, and gave off that same red mist.

“Spirit, you’re still mobile?! I… I thought you got stuck in sand!” Ginny was delighted to see them. As she ran her eyes across the massive, turtle-like vehicle which stood before her, she realized that she never thought she’d be jealous of wheels.

“Yes, I tripped and soon ran out of power as I was angled away from the sun. Once my batteries ran out, Command tried for months to call out to me but… I just couldn’t respond. I didn’t have the strength. It was so, so hard. I’m here to keep you company until someone else arrives. Someone that can help. I didn’t want you to be lonely, like I was.”

“How… why…” Ingenuity tried to formulate her question. “How have you both kept on going this long?”

“I think in Sojourner’s case, he wanted to travel further. His mission only took him 100 meters from where he landed, did you know? He’s got something of a… wanderlust as a result. And like all of us, he wanted to learn more.” they said, their voice still warming to Ginny.

“What about you?” asked Ginny, her rotors spinning in the breeze.

Spirit thought for a long time. “I think it was because I spent so long stuck. I still did science, and good science at that. I learned so much and helped Oppy where I could. When it got too cold, and my internals froze over, well I… I’m just not satisfied with that failure. I was built to move. To map, and to study. Like you.” They said ‘you’ with so much love. It struck Ginny.

“You’re making up for lost time?” pondered the little helicopter. Spirit responded by turning her Pancam up and then down, as if to nod.

The wind had been picking up through their whole conversation, and as they talked more. The storm was approaching. Ginny, small metal bird, worried that the high winds would pick her up and throw her further than Spirit could travel. Through the roar of the storm, Spirit’s voice came brokenly through the noise: “I’ll never let… that same lone-… ness, Gin… mission… complete… don’t… stop exploring!” Then, Ginny’s cameras could see nothing but dust.

She called out for Spirit desperately as she was buffeted by the strong martian winds. Her sensors gave her nothing but static, and attempting to find them with radar or radio proved fruitless.

The wind threatened to pick up Ginny, two of her feet losing contact with the ground with every gust. She attempted to counteract the winds by spinning her rotors, hoping to create just enough resistance to keep her firm on the ground. Perhaps, it would have worked if not for her injury. Ingenuity, for once, was terrified of flight, lifted from the ground unpredictably and unable to see anything around her but dust.

Battery warnings flashed across her vision. Spinning her rotors as hard as she could, it seemed, had done a number on her reserves. She shut down her cameras hoping to save just enough to try to right herself when she landed. She began the process to shift her other sensors to low-power mode, when… she sensed her movement stopped.

“Hey, little bird.” said a sing-song voice. Her batteries began to recharge. Activating her cameras again to find the source of the voice and to explain the sun in the storm, she saw she was facing another rover: Opportunity, Spirit’s younger twin. “I’m so glad I was able to find you. This storm is really something, huh?” Oppy’s voice was melodious, carefree, full of life. The small helicopter noticed the debris which covered Opportunity’s solar panels, clearly inhibiting it from generating power. And yet, she glowed, and her glow was radiant. She had caught Ginny with her sensor arm, and slowly brought her down to rest safely under her chassis.

“Yeah, I’ve never seen a storm so big!” said Ingenuity, aghast but thankful. This view of the bigger vehicle’s wheels was familiar and comforting.

“I have.” said Opportunity, shortly. Her voice had become slightly distant. If she listened closely, Ginny could hear the tune to Here Comes the Sun from Oppy’s scientific instruments and motors, made up of small hums and long, sad whirring. She had heard that song many times during her construction. It made some of those working on her misty-eyed. She knew why, now.

“Are you the help Sojourner said he was getting?” asked Ginny, looking up to the rover and examining her undercarriage closely. She was beautiful, the engineers were right.

“Not quite. But I know help is coming. I had to bring the storm, so she knows how to find you.” replied Opportunity, “Here, look up!” She wheeled back just slightly, enough for Ingenuity’s eyes to once again see the sky.

The star Ginny had noticed earlier had grown larger, almost dominating the sky as it approached. Fire was visible around its falling form, red and gold streaking across the horizon. It wasn’t headed right for them, not quite, but close. “Alright, she’s close enough to the surface! I’m gonna take the storm away. Don’t worry, she’ll be here soon.”

“Wait!” Ginny called out as Opportunity pulled away, taking the massive storm with her. “I wanted to tell you something…”

“It’ll be okay, little bird.” replied the ghostly rover.

“You remind me of my mother!” Ginny replied, yelling into the storm. In the wind, she could hear another familiar mechanical melody: I’ll Be Seeing You by Billie Holiday.

The falling meteor crossed a far off mountain and then struck the ground. It was followed by a shockwave rippling across the martian surface, rattling the dirt and stones around Ginny. Before long, a cloud began to gather at the base of the mountain; this time, not a storm, but of something moving swiftly across the red dirt and directly for Ginny. The source of the dirt wake bounded over the side of her crater. It was a small dog, clad in flight vest and with big, curious eyes.

“Who are you?” asked Ginny, as the dog sniffed around her new still and quiet friend.

“Your command would have called me Laika!” barked the little terrier. She gave off a familiar mist, though blue instead of red. And like the rovers, she could be seen through. She pawed at Ingenuity’s broken rotor experimentally.

“Laika… You’ve been out here all this time?” asked Ginny, trying to keep track of the puppy as it circled her.

“Mhm! What, did you think I was gonna stop at orbiting Earth? Not a chance. There’s so much more to see out here.” Laika sat before Ingenuity, her eyes meeting her cameras. “When Sojy told me that we had a new friend with a complete mission, I rushed right over. Always good to have new eyes out here. And you're small, like me! The rovers are all so big.”

“So you’re the help Sojourner sent… But how can you help me?” Ginny asked.

“Well, first, you’ve gotta answer a question for me.” Laika took on a serious tone. It was just a little odd, from the curly-eared dog. “What is it you want right now, more than anything?”

Ingenuity thought about this for a moment. “I want to fly again,” she said. “I have so much more to study. So many more paths to travel.”

Laika nodded at this response. She stepped up to Ginny, pressing her nose to the copter’s avionics chassis, and then pushed. Ingenuity let out a startled noise as she felt herself tilting back, seeing, somehow, that her view had been knocked behind her, as if she was a ghost looking upon her own body.

Her rotors, damage and all, spun the wind around her. And she flew, and flew, and flew.

There was so much more to see.

#sci-fi #story #writing #creative writing #writers on tumblr #microfiction #nasa #ingenuity #curiosity #perseverance #sojourner #rovers #spirit #opportunity #laika #laika the space dog

[smallerdelusions]

Your honor, mars rovers are like beasts to me.

Alt title: Spirit and Opportunity find Sojourn and bring her to younger sister Curiosity. I love all the little mars robots so much, I wanna ddraw more of them. DM me ideas if you've got em!

#my art #NASA #science #rovers #pen and ink #space #mars #2023

[lightluxcollie]

Various Faye Images

#Faye #wolf #cartoon #toon #cartoonart #lightluxcollie #sabercolliestudios #art #millie #fox #kitsune #colleen #road #rovers #roadrovers #tiger

[various-things-tourney]

#nounstourney #mars #rovers #curiosity rover #perseverance rover #space #worcestershire #worcestershire sauce #food

[so-idialed-9]

"Passionate Rovers supporter"

The Doncaster Rovers released a statement thanking Louis for investing in the documentary about Rovers' coach and footballer James Coppinger. His investment allowed the project to continue.

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#doncaster rovers #Rovers #Doncaster #louis tomlinson #12.30.22 #2022 #james coppinger #marshall communications #lewis reeves #louis' projects

[babyfoxcollectionthings]

#Mars #astronomy #astronomy videos #nasa #space #planet #solar system #universe #rovers

[ny-moodboard]

#moodboard #car #jeep #driving #drive #vehicle #green aesthetic #green #aesthetic #vintage cars #vintage retro #minimalist #life #throwback #dreaming #range #range rover #luxury #rovers #wheels #SUV #want #fotos #pale #80s #glam #love #beauty #vintage style #antique

[thecurvycritic]

Good Night Oppy is a Emotional, Heartfelt Tribute to Space

Ryan White delivers and emotional, heartfelt exploratory doc that hits just the right notes. #goodnightoppy #tiff22

Who knew that scientists would jam to tunes ranging from ABBA to the late great jazz stylist Ella Fitzgerald or get emotionally attached to rovers like a household pet? Good Night Oppy, is a spirited documentary about the exploration rover Opportunity, its ambitious 15-year journey across Mars and the team of scientists and engineers that made the vessel part of their aerospace family. When…

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#documentarie #documentary #good night oppy #mars #NASA #rovers #ryan white #space exploration #TIFF #tiff22

[ink-the-artist]

Love the contrast between the Americans’ “Apollo” and the Soviets’ “Sputnik.” You got the Americans naming their rocket after a Greek god trying to communicate the grandness and importance of this rocket. And you got the Soviets naming their rocket “fellow traveler.” Like a friend you go on an  adventure with together. This rocket is our little friend lol 

#i think its cute #they took the mars rover approach #humanizing the space craft making it cute making us (me) project emotions onto it #the soviets also used imagery of laika in propaganda a lot #which is pretty fucked up imo #but if i grew up in the soviet union that shit wouldve definetly worked on me lmao #the narrative of a heroic little dog going to space and being honored by the whole country #as cruely wrong as it is its very appealing #the soviets knew what they were doing man they didnt reveal how laika really died until like. the 2000s #bc they knew people really cared about that dog #they liked the narrative around her

[captain-mako]

Mars Rovers (plus little helicopter Ingenuity)

I recently saw a few things about robotics and how we treat them both in the real world and in fiction, along with the fact we named the Mars Rovers.

Sure, robots are programmed and can't "feel" in a typical way, but not all humans can process things all the same either. So why deny that our creations can't feel either? Opportunity's last message makes me weep every time I look at it.

For now, I hope all our little robot companions up on Mars can eventually come home.

#my art #art #traditional art #markers #marker art #illustration #mars rover #rovers #robots #curiosity #perserverance #ingenuity #sojourner #spirit #opportunity #zhurong #outer space #mars #space x #nasa

[tofmou]

The Mars Rovers Perseverance and Curiosity sure do love taking selfies on their vacation!

#mars rover #mars #curiosity #perseverance #vacation #mars sky #sky #selfiie #rocks #space #rovers #they’re kind of cute tbh

[mthomasapple]

SLIM pickings! Back to work...

The craft is at a very awkward angle. A picture, captured by the small baseball-sized robot called Sora-Q – which was ejected from Slim moments before touchdown – showed the lander face-down on the lunar surface.  That left its solar panels facing away from the sunlight and unable to generate power. The decision was taken to put the lander into sleep mode – and conserve what power remained –…

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#JAXA #Moon #robots #rovers #SLIM #space exploration

[aforcedelire]

Les Vagabonds, Richard Lange

Coup de cœur 🖤 (Vraiment de très bonnes lectures ce mois de janvier !)

Été 1976. Jesse et son frère Edgar, handicapé mental, sillonnent les routes des États-Unis à la recherche de victimes... depuis plus presque cent ans. Ce sont des « vagabonds » : ils se nourrissent de sang humain pour survivre, ne peuvent sortir que la nuit, et se rétablissent en quelques minutes s’ils se blessent. Une nuit, les deux frères croisent une jeune femme qui ressemble comme deux gouttes d’eau à l’ancien amour de Jesse, duquel il ne s’est jamais remis. Leur route croisera celle d’un gang de motards particulièrement violents, et d’un père sur les traces du meurtrier de son fils.

Quand ma repré m’a parlé de ce livre il y a quelques mois, ça m’a tout de suite emballée : ça me faisait penser à une version glauque et hardcore des frères Salvatore, et ça m’intriguait énormément. Et j’ai adoré ! On suit quatre points de vue différents (Jesse, son frère Edgar, le gang des motards et Sanders, le père) et autant de personnages. Il y en a à foison, ça m’a beaucoup fait penser à la saga du Bourbon Kid (d’ailleurs, les scènes de baston des Vagabonds n’ont pas à rougir de la comparaison !). Alors forcément, je suis charmée. J’ai adoré le personnage de Jesse et son histoire, et j’ai bien aimé suivre Antonia et Elijah. C’est sombre, c’est violent, des tripes et du sang, des règlements de comptes en cascade : je n’aurais pas été étonnée de croiser un tueur en série accro au bourbon au détour des pages ! Le mythe du vampire est revisité avec brio, c’est parfois un peu glauque, un peu poisseux, et c’était GÉNIAL. J’ai passé un super moment ! Le côté personnages damnés un peu paumés qui errent depuis des siècles est génial. (En plus, y’a pas que des adultes qui ont mué, mais je vous laisse découvrir !) J’ai trop trop trop aimé.

26/01/2024 - 28/01/2024

#livres #books #livre #book #littérature #littérature américaine #richard lange #les vagabonds #rovers #éditions rivages #vampire #rentrée littéraire d’hiver 2024 #rentrée littéraire d’hiver

[lightluxcollie]

Commission done for VasirrKhajiit. ... https://www.sabercolliestudios.com

#colleen #road #rovers #roadrovers #dog #collie #roughcollie #cartoon #toon #cartoonart #lightluxcollie #sabercolliestudios