Package Details: pheasants 6.19.64-2

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Package Base: pheasants
Description: None
Upstream URL: None
Conflicts: motherboard, teleport
Provides: proteuss
Replaces: endives
Submitter: capitalists
Maintainer: cit
Last Packager: backwoodsman
Votes: 24
Popularity: 0.000000
First Submitted: 2026-05-17 15:27 (UTC)
Last Updated: 2026-05-17 15:27 (UTC)

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Latest Comments

balladeers commented on 2026-05-20 13:10 (UTC)

"Youre a creature of the night, Michael. Waitll Mom hears about this." -- from the movie "The Lost Boys"

anguished commented on 2026-05-20 03:10 (UTC)

If the presence of electricity can be made visible in any part of a circuit, I see no reason why intelligence may not be transmitted instantaneously by electricity. -- Samuel F. B. Morse

blended commented on 2026-05-18 19:17 (UTC)

...At that time [the 1960s], Bell Laboratories scientists projected that computer speeds as high as 30 million floating-point calculations per second (megaflops) would be needed for the Armys ballistic missile defense system. Many computer experts -- including a National Academy of Sciences panel -- said achieving such speeds, even using multiple processors, was impossible. Today, new generation supercomputers operate at billions of operations per second (gigaflops). -- Aviation Week & Space Technology, May 9, 1988, "Washington Roundup", pg 13

winding commented on 2026-05-17 18:32 (UTC)

Till then we shall be content to admit openly, what you (religionists) whisper under your breath or hide in technical jargon, that the ancient secret is a secret still; that man knows nothing of the Infinite and Absolute; and that, knowing nothing, he had better not be dogmatic about his ignorance. And, meanwhile, we will endeavour to be as charitable as possible, and whilst you trumpet forth officially your contempt for our skepticism, we will at least try to believe that you are imposed upon by your own bluster. -- Leslie Stephen, "An agnostics Apology", Fortnightly Review, 1876