I agree. The human body is basically a large sack of sticky red fluid-filled sponge. Whacking limbs and heads results in large fountains of said sticky red fluid that would have stained that little lady's white outfit pretty badly. But maybe the force keeps blood spatter off Jedi uniforms. Or medichlorians eat blood spatter. Or some such.
This is definitely a trainable skill. I knew cattlemen who could tell you how many cows were in a herd almost instantly. (For all I know, they counted legs and divided by four!). I think it is a skillset with a fairly limited application in day-to-day life, unless you are routinely asked to estimate large numbers of things. Hard to argue for an evolutionary pressure that would favor those who could tell there were 19 bears attacking as opposed to 18 bears attacking. In each case, the correct response is "run away," so where's the benefit in being more accurate? On the other hand, we can learn to do this, if we have the need.
As long as they bring back the Junkbots of Garbage-tron, and those spinny-c'thulhu monsters that were the parents of the robots. I would actually pay to see that.
"It followed the fiction of believed science fiction writer Anne McCaffrey quite closely."
... beloved science fiction writer? (likely) ... bevelled science fiction writer? (kinky) ... belied science fiction writer? (nonsensical, but so is the original) Anyway, I think it needs #corrections
You do know that octopuses are intelligent, yes? Nothing personal, but I prefer to eat non-sentients. Just a karma thing. I know some babies that would probably be good batter-dipped with a tartar sauce for dipping,
Nice piece, Jesus! I often ponder what the universe looks like NOW. I mean, everything is in motion ... sometimes very fast motion ... and the speed of light means that, from our perspective, we are seeing where everything WAS, ten years, a thousand years, a billion years ago (depending on how far away it is) as it all races off in different directions. If we were able to calculate the direction of travel, speed of travel, and distance away of every visible object in the sky, then we could produce a "corrected" image of the universe as if we were God and could perceive it all at once, regardless of the crawl of light through the aeons. So what would that picture show? Whistler's Mother? Spock's Uncle Screamy? Some bearded White Guy in robes? A jumble of stars signifying nothing much? I suppose if we had the knowledge and skill to calculate that image, and the computing power to do it, either we or our computer would already be God, to all intents and purposes. As I said, nice piece, Jesus Diaz, and thank you for the brain food for my morning.