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The Scientific Method
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She went back to her hiding spot and waited for the door to appear again. She prayed that it would, and that Daniel would come walking out of it.
John was strapped to a round apparatus in the center of the lair of the Strangers when Daniel appeared, walking slowly, his body encased in a medievalesque torture device, an iron cage wrapped around him with limited space to move his head and legs. He was unable to take more than one tiny step at a time.
 “It is time for our experiment to move into a final phase. We no longer need the other subjects. The time for study is over. It is time to be one with John Murdoch,” Mister Book announced to the crowd of Strangers surrounding the center of the room. “The time has come, Doctor. Imprint,” he commanded. He handed Daniel a syringe filled with black ichor.
Daniel slowly approached John, the syringe in hand. He had a plan, one last chance to save the City, to save Kat. He strapped John’s head to the “table” with a rubber strap to keep him still.
“What are you doing?” asked John.
“They want to imprint you with their own collective memories. They want to make you one of them, so they can share your soul.” As Daniel spoke, his free hand snaked into the breast pocket of John’s jacket, removing the syringe he had stored there at the bathhouse.
“I’m sorry, John. The pain will only last a moment.”
“No.” John croaked.
Daniel drove the needle into the center of John’s forehead, penetrating the skull and injecting the syringe’s contents directly into his frontal lobe. Memories flooded John’s mind, but they’d been tampered with, altered somehow. Daniel’s visage appeared in many of them, giving him a lifetime of memories in which he harnessed his power, understood it, and understood his task: to destroy the Strangers. He finally knew everything that Daniel had been trying so desperately to make him understand. John had the power to make anything happen in this place, and was the only one who could take on the Strangers.
“Remember, John. Remember,” whispered Daniel, watching as John’s eyes rolled back into his head, as he absorbed a lifetime of knowledge from a single syringe. John’s eyes opened, flashing silver as he harnessed his power to free himself, the machine he was strapped to melting into the metal of the floor. Daniel was freed as well, falling to the floor as his restraints suffered the same fate.
John and Mister Book were pitted against each other and destruction ensued. Daniel ran, he had to get to Kat, had to get out of this place. He rushed over the catwalks installed throughout the cavernous room to get to the surface. The roof was caving in and he concentrated on avoiding getting crushed by debris as he was thrown upward by the extreme force of John’s psychic ability. He landed on a crushed car, rolling into a pile of broken stone and brick.
As the two titans clashed he rushed through the alley, frantically searching for Kat. He knew she’d followed them to the Strangers’ lair, she was too stubborn not to. He found her in a corner, curled into a ball and shielding her head with her arms. He pulled her to her feet and dragged her behind him to a safer location, one further away from the destruction. He pushed her behind him, her body pressed against his back, her back to the corner of two buildings. She continued to shield her head as Daniel watched the altercation between the two psychic powerhouses.
The destruction was phenomenal, akin to a natural disaster. Buildings toppled and crushed cars, thick dust choked the air, and the mayhem resulted in the destruction of a large water tower, flooding the area.
The water soaked Mister Book along with an entire city block, destroying the corpse driving creature, and flooding the remnants of the lair of the Strangers, eradicating any that hadn’t yet expired due to the severing of their psychic link with their leader.
Daniel watched it all in awe, Kats hand clutched tightly in his own as they watched the jellyfish-like creature emerge from the head of Mr. Book, dissolving into an ash-like substance and being washed away.
He turned to Kat, frantically checking for injuries now that the danger had passed and the last of the debris had fallen.
“Kat, are you okay? Are you hurt?”
“I’m okay, Daniel. Are you okay? What happened in there?”
“I’ll be fine. I guess their fear of water was justified,” muttered Daniel with a small snicker. “I’ll explain everything later.”
She pulled him into a tight embrace.
“I was so scared I’d lose you,” she said.
“Me too, I don’t know what I would have done if anything had happened to you,” he told her. “Kat, I… I didn’t tell you before because I was scared of what you might say, but…” he paused, forming his words carefully. “Earlier I told John that the only place home existed was in his head. That might be true for him, but my home is standing right in front of me. I might have a weak heart, Kat, but it’s been yours since you walked through that door of my office.”
She smiled, grabbing his collar and pulling him into a deep kiss.
“I love you, too, Daniel. So much,” she told him.
They watched together as John lowered himself, landing safely on the ground. They turned to look at him. He held Kat close as he spoke.
“I knew you could do it, John. You have their power now. You control their machines. What are you going to do now, John?” asked Daniel.
“You told me I had the power. I can make these machines do anything I want. Make this world anything I want it to be, as long as I concentrate hard enough.” He turned from Daniel and Kat, his eyes flashing silver. They heard the sound of vast amounts of water gushing from the machines below, the roar not sounding as if it would stop anytime soon. They could smell the saltwater as it spread below them, surrounding the City, forming an ocean. He really could control their machines. John turned to leave.
“Where are you going?” Daniel asked him.
“Shell Beach,” he responded without turning around. As he walked away, the City seemed to repair itself, the buildings and cars returned to their previous states as he passed them.
As the sun rose on the City for the first time, Kat and Daniel turned to each other, their hands entwined.
“Let’s go home,” she said.
He kissed her again and smiled.
A HUGE thanks to my friends @stinkyhorsebitch and @blue-eyes-broken-heart for reading over my work and giving me advice and some ideas! <3 you guys!
And thank you to anyone who read this far, I appreciate it so so much!
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ecoamerica · 24 days
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psalmonesermons · 3 months
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Can science explain everything? Part 2/2
Common pitfalls in using the scientific method
The scientific method is indeed a powerful tool. Like any tool, however, if it is misused it can cause more harm than good.
The scientific method can only be used for testable phenomenon.
This is known as falsifiability [1].
While many things in nature can be evaluated and measured, some areas of human experience are beyond objective observation e.g. the meaning of life.
An everyday example of something not falsifiable is the statement ‘cake is always better than biscuit’ this is because it is very subjective.
Both proving and disproving the hypothesis are equally valid outcomes of testing.
It is possible to ignore the outcome or inject bias to skew the results of a test in a way that will fit the hypothesis.
Data in opposition to the hypothesis should never be discounted.
What type of questions does the scientific method best address?
It is widely accepted that the scientific method is particularly good at answering the ‘how’ questions in science e.g. how do antibiotics such as penicillin kill bacteria [2].
However when it comes to answering the ‘why’ questions as to the meaning and purpose of certain things including your life itself, the scientific method has less to contribute.
This can be best understood by posing the ‘why’ questions to your own life.
Amongst these big questions we might ask ourselves we might include the following.
1. Who am I?
2. What Is My Life Purpose?
3. What is My Life Plan?
The go-to place for life’s big ‘Why’ questions is the bible.
A good starting point with our ‘why’ questions can be found In just one bible verse:
John 3:16 KJV: For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
The answers we can deduce from this verse include the following:
1. There is a loving Creator God who adores his created human beings including you.
2. The Creator God loved humankind including you enough to sacrifice the life of his Son.
3. The Creator’s plan for us (including you) is that we believe in the Gospel of his Son Jesus Christ so that we can enter eternal life with him.
Amen
[1] Falsifiability is the capacity for a proposition, statement, theory, or hypothesis to be proven wrong. The concept of falsifiability was introduced in 1935 by Austrian philosopher and scientist Karl Popper (1902-1994).
[2] The antibiotic properties of the mould Penecillium genus were identified and described in 1929 by Alexander Fleming in London. He named the active agent as penicillin.
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penig · 2 years
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To be fair to Jack Seward: Sometimes, you run up against something you can’t believe. Not won’t, can’t. The idea is simply too alien from all your experience and your brain responds: “No, that’s not the world I live in.”
And most of the time, your brain is correct. You see magic tricks with your own eyes, but you know your eyes can be deceived. You don’t know how the magician made an elephant disappear but you know that’s the sort of thing that stage magicians do (in fact the really good stage magicians go out of their way to remind you, offstage, that everything they do is an illusion, because the skill they’re proud of isn’t in changing reality but in fooling the eye).
I’m very good at suspending my disbelief and accepting a premise for the duration of a story, regardless of how it’s presented. Most non-fiction to me is story and I can read the story and follow the arguments within it and only think really critically about it once I shut the book, if the author does their job right. But I can’t accept even provisionally the premise, in a non-fiction work, that (for example) aliens routinely abduct us and plant trackers and babies on us and have replaced key people with reptilian shapeshifters because their genetic future depends on an infusion of hybrid vigor from us. That’s not the world I live in.
Seward is not grasping at straws trying to deny that Lucy is Un-dead and the victim of the Un-dead. He’s always lived in a world based on scientific materialism and these things that van Helsing is showing and telling him don’t work in that world. Of course his brain balks at it. People whose brains don’t balk at world-changing paradigms wind up governing their lives hemmed in by false principles and, in extreme cases, murdering their families because they’ve all been replaced by devils or reptilian aliens.
But you can’t make progress if you can’t, under any circumstances, get your brain over any fences at all. Germ theory, relativistic physics, the Copernican model of the solar system, the personhood of women - these have all been world-changing paradigms and people who reject them even now exist, being pathetic at best and dangerous at worst. If no conceivable argument or evidence can cause you to change your premise, your premise is scientifically irrelevant. That’s why the principle of falsification is so important. You don’t try to prove your hypothesis, you identify conditions which would demonstrate its falseness, and try to induce those conditions.
The polycule’s premises are about to be tested to destruction, and it is not going to be any fun for anybody.
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I could fuck around and find out but who has the time???
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lady-of-imladris · 9 months
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So smart and so thirsty that I figure you’re going to invent a method of squeezing liquid out of a rock ❤️❤️❤️ Rock-hard… OH I SHAN’T CONTINUE
Ahdjfjaidhs this sent me 😂😂😂
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fernweh1977 · 2 years
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🎃🧪The Scientific Method 🧪🎃
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thirdpartied · 1 year
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people after reading the complicated and contradictory one-night stand situation between cas and dean in my new chapter:
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teachersource · 1 year
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Galileo Galileo was born on February 15, 1561. An Italian astronomer, physicist, and engineer, sometimes described as a polymath, Galileo has been called the "father" of observational astronomy, modern physics, the scientific method, and modern science. Galileo's championing of Copernican heliocentrism was met with opposition from within the Catholic Church and from some astronomers. The matter was investigated by the Roman Inquisition in 1615, which concluded that heliocentrism was foolish, absurd, and heretical.
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Me doing chemistry: I AM THE ONE DON'T WEIGH A TON DON'T NEED A GUN TO GET RESPECT UP ON THE STREET-
Me doing physics: *Mii channel music*
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startrekvsfaceapp · 7 months
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The Scientific Method
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The elevator attendant raised an eyebrow as he watched them enter the car, nervous tension filling the small space immediately. Kat told him which floor they were headed to. He nodded, pushing the elevator door shut with a clunk and pulling the lever, beginning the car's long (nearly endless to the two passengers joining him) shuddering journey to the twelfth floor.
They walked silently next to each other from the elevator, Kat pulling a key from her pocket, thanking whatever deity was listening that her keys hadn’t been in the bag that the creep who attacked her was currently in possession of. The reminder of the events of the night brought all that emotion crashing back down on her, and she started to lose her breath, hyperventilating a bit as she slid the key in the lock, irrationally expecting the man to be waiting for her when she opened the door and turned on the light.
She quickly attempted to get control of herself before it became too noticeable, embarrassed at her lack of control over her own emotions tonight, but of course her companion noticed, even lost in his own thoughts, he noticed everything.
“Kat? Are you alright?” he asked softly, gently placing a hand on the arm currently turning the key in the lock at a glacial speed.
“I’m okay,” she assured him breathlessly, his voice grounding her in reality again. Of course there wasn’t anyone waiting on the other side of the door. That was ridiculous. Things like that didn’t happen in real life, it sounded like something out of a radio serial. She swung the door open before she could lose her nerve again and flipped on the light switch just inside the door, illuminating her small apartment.
There was a small living room containing a desk that was home to a lone desk lamp with a green shade, a set of shelves containing more books than it should rightfully have been able to hold without collapsing, and an old brown threadbare couch. In front of the couch sat a battered coffee table. Straight ahead was a short hallway, likely leading to the bathroom and bedroom, and directly to the left of the door was a small kitchenette. She hung her keys by the door and invited him inside.
“Come on in. Can I get you something to drink?” Without waiting for an answer she busied herself getting two glasses from the cabinet and filling them at the sink. Handing him one of the glasses, she sat in the middle of the couch, exhaling slowly, clearly exhausted. He followed her, taking the seat next to her. He lifted his arm, hesitating for a moment before placing his hand on her shoulder lightly.
“You’re tired. You should get some sleep. I’m not going anywhere,” he told her. “I promise.” He squeezed her shoulder gently before letting his hand drop to his lap, looking at her with a soft smile.
“I can’t thank you enough for this, I really don’t know what to say… I just don’t think I could… Thank you, Daniel,” she stuttered out anxiously. She kept her eyes down, fidgeting with her own hands.
“You’re welcome, Kat,” he responded softly, taking her hands in his. “Now, you really should get some sleep. This was a…” he searched for the right words. “Traumatic night for you, rest is the best thing for you now.”
“I know, you’re right. You’re right,” she answered. He stood, keeping one of her hands in his and helping her to her feet. “Goodnight, Daniel.”
As she moved toward her bedroom his response came as barely a whisper.
“Goodnight, Kat.”
He found himself going over every aspect of the night in his head repeatedly, analyzing each movement, every micro expression, every word spoken. He couldn’t get Kat out of his head and he found he didn’t want to. He needed to find a way to get her out from under the control of the Strangers, Kat and everyone else in the city. He wouldn’t sleep tonight, he knew. He chose a book from one of the shelves and settled onto the couch for a long night.
When Kat woke up and realized what time it was, she panicked. She’d be late for work. Then the events of the previous night came flooding back to her. Surely Daniel wouldn’t still be there, she’d slept for a good 6 hours. She got out of bed and dressed before leaving her bedroom, finding him in the living room where she’d left him, sitting on the couch with one of her books in his hand. He looked up when she entered the room.
“Kat.” He spoke her name softly, smiling crookedly at her. He marked his page with a finger and put the book in his lap. “How did you sleep?”
She was touched by his concern and found herself relieved to see him still there.
“Well, thank you,” she said. “Coffee?” she asked, busying herself at the counter.
“Yes, thank you,” he replied. He’d made up his mind in the night to tell Kat everything, he just needed to find the right time. And he would be lying if he said he weren’t terrified of her reaction to all he had to tell her.
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violent138 · 1 year
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Sometimes it blows my mind that half of all biology is people sitting down, coming up with fantastic theories and then we all operate on the most believable one until one defeats the others with enough evidence.
AKA 'homunculi babies', Darwin's theory of evolution, race to figure out the structure of DNA, Mendel trying to explain genes, or immunologists trying to figure out how the immune system is so specific.
Crazy how that works.
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larry-is-my-anchor1 · 2 months
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psalmonesermons · 3 months
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Can science explain everything? Part 1/2
Is there a need for a supernatural hypothesis to make sense of life?
Why should we believe in an invisible God?
Modern science and its multiple successes has since the 17th century has been based on a procedure called the scientific method.
The scientific method consists of a methodical approach that involves the systematic observation, measurement, and experiment, and the formulation, testing, and the modification of hypothesis for the study [1].
We should also note that a critical approach to each stage forms the backbone of the scientific method and that the process must be based on currently validated scientific methods.
Here is an example: The scientific method and the development of the smallpox vaccine [2]
Edward Jenner (1749 – 1823) was a medical doctor and scientist who lived in England [3].
At that time smallpox was a dangerous disease for humans, with a mortality rate of around 30% of those infected and also leaving survivors badly scarred or even blind.
However, Jenner knew that smallpox in cattle was comparatively mild and could be spread from cow to human through sores located around the cow’s udders. Jenner discovered that cattle workers thought that if they had already contracted cattle pox (which was cured quickly) then they would not get human smallpox.
Observation: The starting point of Jenner’s work was that the belief that immunity from smallpox might be obtained from the subject having had the lesser infection of cattle pox. From this observation Jenner went on to the next step of the scientific method, starting with the hypothesis that this belief was true and developing the necessary experiments to prove or refute it.
Hypothesis: Infection with cattle pox gives immunity to human smallpox.
Experiment: The experiments that Jenner performed would be considered highly unethical today, since they were performed on humans. Although at that time there was no other way to evaluate the hypothesis, experimenting on a child today would be completely unthinkable. Jenner took cowpox sore contents from the hand of an infected milkmaid and applied it to the arm of a boy. The boy was ill for several days but then fully recovered. Jenner later took material from a smallpox sore and applied it to the same boy’s arm. However, the child did not contract the disease for a second time. After this first test, Jenner repeated the experiment with other people and later published his findings.
Conclusions: the scientific method confirmed the hypothesis. Therefore infecting a person with cowpox protects against a smallpox infection. Subsequently, the scientific community was able to repeat Jenner’s experiments and obtained the same results. This is how the first “vaccines” were invented: applying a weaker strain of a virus to immunize the person against the stronger and more harmful virus.
[1] For a useful overview of the scientific method see https://www.britannica.com/science/scientific-method
[2] The smallpox example was adapted from Examples of Scientific Method - Examples Lab
[3] Jenner’s life story see https://www.jenner.ac.uk/about/edward-jenner
In Part 2 we investigate what questions can be answered by the scientific method and also the type of question that it cannot answer.
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juliaridulaina · 4 months
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La pròpia especialitat//The own specialty//La propia especialidad
…de sobte vaig veure amb la ment un espectacle meravellós Hi han tantes coses que no comprenem.., encara que molts intentin justificar-les amb el mètode científic dient que si no es pot demostrar no existeix, que son imaginacions… però, qui té o ha tingut l’experiència mai la hi podran prendre. PUNTS: Hi ha d’haver un sentiment d’igualtat amb tots, però també que sigui visible que cada un és…
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