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Accident? Or not?
When the UC3 Nautilus sailed from the Port of Copenhagen on the evening of Aug. 10, the homemade submarine bore just two people: its famed Danish inventor and the Swedish journalist reporting on his invention.
Less than a day later, only one of them was still alive.
Peter Madsen's submarine sank midday Aug. 11; he was rescued by a private boat, but journalist Kim Wall was nowhere to be found. It was Wall's boyfriend who reported her missing, and authorities wasted no time in arresting the 46-year-old Madsen after he came ashore, charging him that same day with manslaughter and arranging his first court appearance for the following day, a Saturday.
Initially he told authorities he had dropped off his 30-year-old companion back in Copenhagen. Now, according to a statement released Monday by Copenhagen police at the behest of the defense and the prosecutor's office, Madsen has recanted that story.
"The defendant has explained to the police and the Court, that there was an accident on board which caused Kim Wall's death," police say in the statement, "and that he consequently buried her at sea at a non-defined location in the Bay of Køge."
[...] Compounding the speculation is Madsen's outsize reputation. Something of a "wannabe Elon Musk or Richard Branson on a much smaller scale," according to Overgaard, the man often known as "Rocket Madsen" has built three submarines with the aid of crowdfunding and aspires to send a homemade rocket to space.
More about Peter Madsen. Related Kickstarter.
(Score: 0) by Anonymous Coward on Wednesday August 23 2017, @04:15PM
Never forget that the real rulers, the owners, believe that they will ride out N-day and the year from hell in luxury bunkers or "vaults." In this era, I believe those things are referred to as "nuclear war" and "nuclear winter." After living through them, however, it becomes necessary to set them apart from any other war or winter that has ever happened. Wars will happen again. Winters will happen again. N-day and the year from hell must never happen again.
There is a movie that I was vaguely aware of in college called "Fight Club." I sat down and finally watched it after I arrived from 2042, and I was surprised how prescient it was. In one of the scenes, Tyler Durden tells a character who I suppose is a stand-in for the owners that you do not fuck with the people who serve you. The people who serve you can piss in your soup. I believe the book spends some time on the various creative things that disgruntled employees in the kitchen of an expensive restaurant might do to food meant to be consumed by their "betters."
I prefer the metaphor that John Titor used during his visit to my original timeline about running out of gas on the side of the road. Debt slaves with advanced degrees in science and engineering preparing meals that they will never be able to eat that will be scarfed down by people who do not know themselves science, engineering, or how to prepare those meals is another apt metaphor for this era.
During the year from hell, we entombed the entrances and HVAC systems of any luxury vaults we could find in cement. Did they think that the people who built those very HVAC systems would forget the details the moment the job was done, like a robot that switches on and off? It was an act of catharsis at the time, retribution for the horrors we were living with when it became apparent that summer would never come that year, but I suppose that some among us did understand the profound reason for what we did.
Have some patience, and make sure you have a spare gas can as a practical matter, just in case. Get away from major cities now before the 2018 riots, so that you won't even need a bug out bag when the time comes. The car is about to run out of gas on the side of the road. We have many people on this board who are prepared. For everybody else, the walk to the gas station will do them some good.