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book works the readers through the ideas of quantum information theory, explaining qbits, quantum superpositions and computation based on atoms. He argues that random fluctuations in the quantum foam produced . This is why it is important for us to keep up and know what is going on in the world of science. Besides being fascinating, it is increasingly applicable and useful.
And now, please share with us your favorite science books - the ones that made a big impact on you and helped expand your mindhigher-density areas, then matter, stars, galaxies and life. His conclusion is the same as Kauffman’s - life is not an accident nor its divine. Rather, life is a consequence of the laws of computation and self-organization.ConclusionThere are so many great science books on topics ranging from physics and biology to economics and social science. These books discuss patterns in the world around us. And many of the themes are very familiar to us, technologists

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In his right hand he carried the magical black sword Kring, which was forged from a thunderbolt and had a soul but suffers no scabbard. Hrun had stolen it only three days before from the impregnable palace of the sided crystals set at regular intervals in the walls and ceiling, and they shed a rather unpleasant glow that didn't so much illuminate as outline the darkArchmandrite of B'Ituni, and he was already regretting it. It was beginning to get on his nerves."I tell you it went down that last passage on the right," hissed Kring in a voice like the scrape of a blade over stone."Be silent!""All I said was-""Shut up!" And Twoflower...He was lost, he knew that. Either the building was much bigger than it looked, or he was now on some wide underground level without having gone down any steps, or - as he was beginning to suspect - the inner dimensions of the place disobeyed a fairly basic rule of architecture by being bigger than the outside. And why all these strange lights? They were eight-ness. And whoever had done those carvings on the

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ever loved a human being, he loves her. As for landing on Svalbard, it's never been easy. Still, if I can call on you for a tug in the right direction, I'll feel kinda easier in my mind; and if there's anything I can do for you in return, you only have to say. But just so as I know, would you mind telling me whose side I'm on in this invisible war?"of the clouds below there was no way of telling how fast they were going. Normally, of course, a balloon remained still with respect to the wind, floating at whatever speed the air itself was moving; but now, pulled by the witches, the balloon was moving through the air instead of with it, and resisting the movement, too, because the unwieldy gas bag had none of the streamlined smoothness of a zeppelin. As a result, the basket swung this way and that, rocking and bumping much more than on a normal flight.
Lee Scoresby wasn't concerned for his comfort so much as for his instruments, and he "We are both on Lyra's side.""Oh, no doubt about that."They flew on. Because

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The armored bear at the charge seemed to be conscious of no weight except what gave him momentum. He bounded past Lyra almost in a blur and crashed into the Tartars, scattering soldiers, daemons, rifles to all sides. Then he double attack, didn't hesitate. A long high scream of orders, and the force divided itself into two: one to keep off the witches, the bigger part to overcome the bear. His troops were magnificently brave. They dropped to one knee in groups of four and fired their rifles as if they were on the practice range, not budging an inch as lorek's mighty bulk hurtled toward them. A moment later they were dead.
lorek struck again, twisting to one side, slashing, snarling, crushing, while bullets flew stopped and whirled round, with a lithe athletic power, and struck two massive blows, one to each side, at the guards closest to him.A wolf daemon leaped at him: he slashed at her in midair, and bright fire spilled out of her as she fell to the snow, where she hissed and howled before vanishing. Her human died at once.The Tartar officer, faced with this

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snarled back, but Pantalaimon didn't flinch.
The man hauled Lyra up to a sitting position and propped her against the side of the sledge. She kept falling sideways because her hands were still tied behind her, and so he tied her feet together instead and released her hands.
Through "Lissie Broogs," he said after her. "We take you nice place. Nice peoples."
"Who are you?"
"Samoyed peoples. Hunters."
"Where are you taking me?"the snow that was falling and the thick fog she tried a different language with the same result. Then he tried English."You name?"Pantalaimon bristled warningly, and she knew what he meant at once. So these men didn't know who she was! They hadn't kidnapped her because of her connection with Mrs. Coulter; so perhaps they weren't in the pay of the Gobblers after all."Lizzie Brooks," she said.

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gnawed the reindeer haunch, and a wild notion flew into Lyra's mind as she remembered all those witches in the night sky; but she said nothing about that. Instead she asked lorek Byrnison about Svalbard, and listened eagerly as he told her of the slow-crawling glaciers, of the rocks and ice floes where the bright-tusked walruses lay in a king?"
"He is called lofur Raknison."
That name shook a little bell in Lyra's mind. She'd heard it before, but where? And not in a bear's voice, either, nor in a gyptian's. The voice that had spoken it was a Scholar's, precise and pedantic and lazily arrogant, very much a Jordan voice. She tried it again groups of a hundred or more, of the seas teeming with seals, of narwhals clashing their long white tusks above the icy water, of the great grim iron-bound coast, the cliffs a thousand feet and more high where the foul cliff-ghasts perched and swooped, the coal pits and the fire mines where the bearsmiths hammered out mighty sheets of iron and riveted them into armor..."If they took your armor away, lorek, where did you get this set from?""I made it myself in Nova Zembla from sky metal. Until I did that, I was incomplete.""So bears can make their own souls..." she said. There was a great deal in the world to know. "Who is the king of Svalbard?" she went on. "Do bears have

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would be "more frequent but smaller meals." The brain works best with about 25 grams of glucose circulating in the blood stream — about the amount found in a banana, said Gibson.
If trading three-meals-a-day for an all-day nibble seems unappealing, unpractical or simply anti-social, read on.
3. Eat lower blood sugar to rise very quickly. Raw carrots, by comparison, have a low glycemic ranking.
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was doing in the basin last night, taking on stores, 'cause we're going to a big muster up in the fens, what we call a roping. And what I reckon is we're a going to send out a rescue party, when we heard what all the other gyptians know, when we put our knowledge together. That's what I'd do, if I was John Faa."
"Who's John Faa?"for the coal spirit and the fire mines, and there's been rumors of war for even longer than the Gobblers been going. And we reckoned the Gobblers were buying off the Tartar chiefs by giving 'em kids, cause the Tartars eat 'em, don't they? They bake children and eat "em."
"They never!" said Lyra.
"The king of the gyptians."
"And you're really going to rescue the kids? What about Roger?"
"Who's Roger?"
"The Jordan college kitchen boy. He was took same as Billy the day before I come away with Mrs. Coulter. I bet if I was took, he'd come and rescue me. If you're going to rescue Billy, I want to come too and rescue Roger."
And Uncle Asriel, she thought; but she didn't mention that.

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silence until the men came in.
Later, when the guests were preparing to leave, the Master said, "Stay behind, Lyra. I'd like to talk to you for a minute or two. Go Lyra. The lamp hissed gently as the Master said:
"So, Lyra. You've been talking to Mrs. Coulter. Did you enjoy hearing what she said?"
"Yes!"
"She is a remarkable lady."
"She's wonderful. She's the most wonderful person I've ever met."
The Master sighed. In his black suit and black tie he looked as much like his to my study, child; sit down there and wait for me."Puzzled, tired, exhilarated, Lyra did as he told her. Cousins the manservant showed her in, and pointedly left the door open so that he could see what she was up to from the hall, where he was helping people on with their coats. Lyra watched for Mrs. Coulter, but she didn't see her, and then the Master came into the study and shut the door.He sat down heavily in the armchair by the fireplace. His daemon flapped up to the chair back and sat by his head, her old hooded eyes on

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And he put the first slide into the frame and slid it behind the lens. A circular photogram in sharp black and white appeared on the screen. It had been taken at night under a full moon, and it showed a wooden hut in the middle distance, same spot only a minute later, with a new specially prepared emulsion."
He lifted out the first slide and dropped another into the frame. This was much darker; it was as if the moonlight had been filtered out. The horizon was still visible, with the dark shape of the hut and its light snow-covered roof standing out, but the complexity of the its walls dark against the snow that surrounded it and lay thickly on the roof. Beside the hut stood an array of philosophical instruments, which looked to Lyra's eye like something from the Anbaric Park on the road to Yarnton: aerials, wires, porcelain insulators, all glittering in the moonlight and thickly covered in frost. A man in furs, his face hardly visible in the deep hood of his garment, stood in the foreground, with his hand raised as if in greeting. To one side of him stood a smaller figure. The moonlight bathed everything in the same pallid gleam."That photogram was taken with a standard silver nitrate emulsion," Lord Asriel said. "I'd like you to look at another one, taken from the

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She clapped her hands together softly, like a child, wide-eyed. Lena Feldt, whimpering, heard her go on: "Of course. Asriel will make war on the Authority, and then… Of course, of course. As before, so again. And Lyra is Eve. And this time she will not fall. I'll see to that."
And Mrs. this was the first and last and only truth.
Thus she stood, bow in hand, indifferent, dead in
So Lena Feldt failed to see or to care about what Mrs. Coulter did next. Ignoring the gray-haired man slumped unconscious in the canvas chair and his dull-skinned daemon coiled in the dust, the woman called the captain of the soldiers and ordered them to get ready for a night march up the mountain.Coulter drew herself up, and snapped her fingers to the Specter feeding on the witch's daemon. The little snow bunting daemon lay twitching on the rock as the Specter moved toward the witch herself, and then whatever Lena Feldt had undergone before was doubled and trebled and multiplied a hundredfold. She felt a nausea of the soul, a hideous and sickening despair, a melancholy weariness so profound that she was going to die of it. Her last conscious thought was disgust at senses had lied to her. The world was not made of energy and delight but of foulness, betrayal, and lassitude. Living was hateful, and death was no better, and from end to end of the universe

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It may be what I can do for you," he said. "I understand you're waiting for the results of your funding application."
"How do you know that?" said Dr. Payne.
"I used to be a civil servant. As a matter of fact, I was concerned with directing scientific policy. I still have a number of ?" he said.
"Well, you see, they haven't officially made the decision yet. It doesn't look promising, and I'm being frank with you; they see no prospect of funding work of this sort in the future. However, it might be that if you had someone to argue the case for you, they would see it differently."contacts in the field, and I heard… May I sit down?""Oh, please," said Dr. Malone. She pulled out a chair, and he sat down as if he were in charge of a meeting."Thank you. I heard through a friend—I'd better not mention his name; the Official Secrets Act covers all sorts of silly things—I heard that your application was being considered, and what I heard about it intrigued me so much that I must confess I asked to see some of your work. I know I except that I still act as a sort of unofficial adviser, so I used that as an excuse. And really, what I saw was quite fascinating.""Does that mean you think we'll be successful?" said Dr. Malone, leaning forward, eager to believe him."Unfortunately, no. I must be blunt. They're not minded to renew your grant."Dr. Malone's shoulders slumped. Dr. Payne was watching the old man with cautious curiosity."Why have you come here now, then

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asked, "Where do the Specters come from? Why was the window left open under those trees, the one we first came in through? Are there other windows in the world?"
"Where the him get it."
Will and Lyra shared a glance.
"Well," the old man finished, spreading his hands, "all I can do is hand the knife on to you and show you how to use it, which I have done, and tell you what the rules of the Guild used to be, before it decayed. First, never open without closing. Second, never Specters come from is a mystery—from another world, from the darkness of space… who knows? What matters is that they are here, and they have destroyed us. Are there other windows into this world? Yes, a few, because sometimes a knife bearer might be careless or forgetful, without time to stop and close as he should. And the window you came through, under the hornbeam trees… I left that open myself, in a moment of unforgivable foolishness. There is a man I am afraid of, and I thought to tempt him through and into the city, where he would fall victim to the Specters. But I think that he is too clever for a trick like that. He wants the knife. Please, never let

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Well, I can't see why not," she said. "We might not have a Cave tomorrow. Come along through."
She led Lyra into the other room. It was larger, and crowded with anbaric equipment.
"This is it. Over there," she said, pointing to a screen that was glowing an empty gray. "That's where the detector is, behind all that wiring. To see the Shadows, you have to be linked up to some electrodes. Like for measuring if she was only just waking up.
Lyra was trembling. Tell the truth, she thought. "I found my way in with this," she said, and took out the alethiometer.
"What in the world is that? A compass?"
Lyra let her take it. Dr. Malone's eyes widened as she felt the weightbrain waves.""I want to try it," said Lyra."You won't see anything. Anyway, I'm tired. It's too complicated.""Please! I know what I'm doing!""Do you, now? I wish I did. No, for heaven's sake. This is an expensive, difficult scientific experiment. You can't come charging in here and expect to have a go as if it were a pinball machine… Where do you come from, anyway? Shouldn't you be at school? How did you find your way in here?"And she rubbed her eyes again, as

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But you're alive," she said, half-disbelievingly. "You en't… You en't been…"
"My name's Will Parry," he said. "I don't know what you mean about demons. In my world demon means… it means devil, something evil."
"In your world? You mean this en't your world?"
"No. I just found… a way in. Like your world, I suppose. It must be joined on."
She dust? What sort of dust?"
She narrowed her eyes and said nothing. He turned away to go downstairs.
"I'm hungry," he said. "Is there any food in the kitchen?"
"I dunno," she said, and followed, keeping her distance from him.
In the kitchen Will found the ingredients for a casserole relaxed a little, but she still watched him intently, and he stayed calm and quiet as if she were a strange cat he was making friends with."Have you seen anyone else in this city?" he went on."No.""How long have you been here?""Dunno. A few days. I can't remember.""So why did you come here?""I'm looking for Dust," she said."Looking for dust? What, gold

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Biting her lip, she watched him as he walked up and down in his distracted anguish.
He stopped and turned, and went on: "D'you remember another thing he said, my father? He said we have to build the Republic of Heaven where we are. He said that for us there isn't any elsewhere. That's what he meant, I can see now. Oh, it's too bitter. I thought he just meant Lord Asriel and his new world, but he meant us, he meant you and me. We have to live in our own worlds..."
"I'm going to ask the her ears in the swift movement he loved and took out the black velvet bundle.
"Can you see?" he said, for although the moon was brightalethiometer," Lyra said. "That'll know! I don't know why I didn't think of it before."She sat down, wiping her cheeks with the palm of one hand and reaching for the rucksack with the other. She carried it everywhere; when Will thought of her in later years, it was often with that little bag over her shoulder. She tucked the hair behind