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Ne, nestane se to. Dám modelový příklad: Asi před 15 lety jsem rekonstruoval byt. Bez projektu BTW. Chodil jsem s řemeslníkama po bytě a říkal jim, kde bude umyvadlo, záchod i jednotlivé zásuvky. Celej ten byt pak dalo dohromady asi 10 lidí (různé profese - vodař, elektikář, zedníci, sádrokartonáři,...). Teď když jsem dělal studio, vypadal ten proces prakticky stejně. Za 10 nebo 20 let nic takového banda humanoidů nezvládne (ani když už budu mít projekt 😉) - bude to vypadat velmi podobně, jen všichni budou mít lepší vybavení a materiály. Možná jeden z nich bude mít za 20 let exoskeleton na vynášení suti ze schodů... that's it. #rekonstrukce #řemesla #budoucnost

Ukrajinská armáda nasazuje na frontě u Pokrovsku exoskelety, které výrazně posilují fyzickou výdrž vojáků, usnadňují jim manipulaci s těžkým vybavením a zvyšují efektivitu dělostřeleckých operací, čímž se Ukrajina stává lídrem v testování této pokročilé technologie. #exoskelety #modernizacearmády #technologie

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Tangerine Reflection Exoskeletal waste       peeled off in sickening                         stretches of torn        bone marrow ripping. T O  S           aside as   S           rubbish.    E     D Rummage through file cabinets of                         trials,habits,love                       and all the other trivial things   we can't breath without. Sticky soul penetrated by a       roaming finger.                    Lingering aftertaste.                         Smash the case                          and open up                            my mind or don't. Who cares either way? Pulp sculpted into a car wreck victim's heart,beating in a soggy pile. Terrains of orange like the straining morning trying to invade the horizon again. Adjust the tint knob. Life is green.                 And always moreso on the other side                                     of discovery. Rubbery shrapnel.             Apples to oranges is the equation of my existence. Armor annihilated and discarded. Amour,why?These flakes span our parted                                 ways                              my melting                                 dove.

Tangerine Reflection Exoskeletal waste       peeled off in sickening                         stretches of torn        bone marrow ripping. T O  S           aside as   S           rubbish.    E     D Rummage through file cabinets of                         trials,habits,love                       and all the other trivial things   we can't breath without. Sticky soul penetrated by a       roaming finger.                    Lingering aftertaste.                         Smash the case                          and open up                            my mind or don't. Who cares either way? Pulp sculpted into a car wreck victim's heart,beating in a soggy pile. Terrains of orange like the straining morning trying to invade the horizon again. Adjust the tint knob. Life is green.                 And always moreso on the other side                                     of discovery. Rubbery shrapnel.             Apples to oranges is the equation of my existence. Armor annihilated and discarded. Amour,why?These flakes span our parted                                 ways                              my melting                                 dove.

Tangerine Reflection Exoskeletal waste       peeled off in sickening                         stretches of torn        bone marrow ripping. T O  S           aside as   S           rubbish.    E     D Rummage through file cabinets of                         trials,habits,love                       and all the other trivial things   we can't breath without. Sticky soul penetrated by a       roaming finger.                    Lingering aftertaste.                         Smash the case                          and open up                            my mind or don't. Who cares either way? Pulp sculpted into a car wreck victim's heart,beating in a soggy pile. Terrains of orange like the straining morning trying to invade the horizon again. Adjust the tint knob. Life is green.                 And always moreso on the other side                                     of discovery. Rubbery shrapnel.             Apples to oranges is the equation of my existence. Armor annihilated and discarded. Amour,why?These flakes span our parted                                 ways                              my melting                                 dove.

Tangerine Reflection Exoskeletal waste       peeled off in sickening                         stretches of torn        bone marrow ripping. T O  S           aside as   S           rubbish.    E     D Rummage through file cabinets of                         trials,habits,love                       and all the other trivial things   we can't breath without. Sticky soul penetrated by a       roaming finger.                    Lingering aftertaste.                         Smash the case                          and open up                            my mind or don't. Who cares either way? Pulp sculpted into a car wreck victim's heart,beating in a soggy pile. Terrains of orange like the straining morning trying to invade the horizon again. Adjust the tint knob. Life is green.                 And always moreso on the other side                                     of discovery. Rubbery shrapnel.             Apples to oranges is the equation of my existence. Armor annihilated and discarded. Amour,why?These flakes span our parted                                 ways                              my melting                                 dove.