The Royal Society (T.R.S) is an open chat room where intellectually curious as well as scientifically experienced individuals can exchange thoughts on modern, dated, iconic, etc. ideas, scientific laws, medicine, inventions and much more!
The way it works is, every week or two I will publish a new chapter on a different subject. These subjects will include anything from splicing and grafting plants to Leonardo da Vincis' first catapult.
I might also add some special notes regarding a contest for that chapter, facts behind
that subject, ...
Then simply open the MESSAGES page and feel free to give your opinion. Remember, all opinions matter!
There is only one rule that everyone must follow. That rule being:
No swearing, threatening or ANY bullying!
It is extremely disrespectful, rude and absolutely not-okay to do either of these things. It's not bad to have different opinions. Sometimes having different opinions is good, because then people can see different aspects on the subject. The goal of T.R.S. is not only to share your opinions and knowledge, it is also meant to learn. Really, that's the main goal. By exchanging facts, concerns, ideas, etc. you can actually learn about some pretty interesting things you might not have known before. Don't be shy, we want to know what you know!
I wasn't special, I wasn't a marine or a scientist sent here from earth to study Pandora, I was a behaviorist-some say behaviorists are scientists too; but the brain isn't made up of mathematics and hope, it's like the roots of trees. Forever speaking but unheard.
I study people's brains and their behavior. I don't look at it with hope and faith. I'm nothing special, not really.
When I was accepted to help with Project Pandora, I was exhilarated. This was my big break, something to get me out there.
I never expected for it to spiral into my life unprofessionally-become personal, emotional.
That I would have to fight in a war between man and alien, choose between my own people and a clan of beings that accepted me-welcomed me, trained and made me one of them.
This wasn't supposed to become personal, but it did.