From the article at Scientific American.
Fifteen year old Ann Makosinski was inspired when she was told that humans are “like walking 100-Watt bulbs.” She decided to harness that bulb in a human-powered flashlight. By combining peltier tiles, a hollow aluminum tube, and a light-emitting diode (LED), the 10th grader was able to create a working flashlight powered by body heat. She got 2nd place in a science fair back home and then went on to win the 2013 Google Science Fair with her invention.
i wouldn't say 'f your book' but maybe you don't need to talk about it quite so much from Anonymous
All book posts are tagged ‘Valhalla’ for easy blacklisting, and most book talk has moved over to The Walrus Squad. But I do need to talk about it exactly this much. Here’s what would happen if I don’t:
Without talking incessantly about the novel, it wouldn’t stand much chance of getting popular. If it doesn’t get popular, I won’t make enough money to support myself through college. If I don’t make enough to support myself through college I’ll need a real job and won’t have time to write the second book.
If I don’t write the second book, the hundreds of people who have already read Valhalla will get angry at the lack of the promised sequel. These people will of course show their anger by releasing walruses from zoos across the country. The walruses will run amok through the city streets, devouring men, women and children.
The walruses will breed uncontrolled and soon they’ll outnumber humans across the globe. The inevitable walrus-human war will be more of a slaughter, as the superior life forms annihilate us with their great bulk and strong tusks. We won’t stand a chance.
By 2025, humans will be totally enslaved by the cruel walrus overlords. As the great beasts indulge in hedonistic orgies and displays of power, humans will languish and wither into nothing but a shadow of what we were in our prime. Art, literature, science, all shall fade in the odobenusian shadow.
2078: By the old human calendar at least. There are no more humans. A disease wiped them out years ago from the unclean zoos to which they’d been condemned. No, this year is the year 29 E.W.- Era Walrusi.
In the walrus future, there are no computers, no tumblr, no email, not even a spark of electricity. The hedonistic walruses are not so wise as mankind once was, mankind- A myth to them now. A legend told to scare children. The walrus society is more like ancient Mesopotamia. Only crude stone structures serve as homes and markets for the pinnipeds. Our skyscrapers have fallen. The facades of luxury that once shone with glass windows and steel buttresses are cracked now, and certainly unappreciated by the new blubbery alpha species.
378 E.W. Societal progress has only turned the sedentary walruses crueler and more vicious. Their world, now devoid of any trace of humanity, has entered a cold war. The walrus has made the same mistake as the man and relied upon mutually assured destruction to keep the peace. But there is no walrus Kennedy, no Kruschev. Yes, the walruses launch their bombs.
1271 E.W. Radiation begins to fade but it’s too late for life on Earth. The last bacteria died on new year’s day. Earth, once the gem of the solar system, blue and green and rich all over- Now a barren waste like Mars. Lifeless until the end, when the sun goes nova and consumes the once brilliant world. No species from that globe ever traveled the starts, though once one might have. Once, there was a chance!
But I stopped talking about my novel. And humankind was doomed from that day forward. So now you see what depends on my promotion of the novel.
Valhalla: Buy it or the walruses will bring ruin to the Earth.