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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" href="../assets/xml/rss.xsl" media="all"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>brownian motion (Posts about i wanted an excuse to make a sun laser)</title><link>https://knosmos.github.io/brownian/</link><description></description><atom:link href="https://knosmos.github.io/brownian/categories/i-wanted-an-excuse-to-make-a-sun-laser.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"></atom:link><language>en</language><copyright>Contents © 2026 &lt;a href="mailto:jierueic@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; </copyright><lastBuildDate>Wed, 24 Jun 2026 04:15:49 GMT</lastBuildDate><generator>Nikola (getnikola.com)</generator><docs>http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss</docs><item><title>Those Who Flee From the Sun</title><link>https://knosmos.github.io/brownian/posts/those-who-flee-from-the-sun/</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The other day I learned about sun spiders and was inspired by their namesake to write this story. This story has nothing to do with sun spiders.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Ship ahoy!”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I rush into the bridge to see it for myself. The point-cloud of the lidar screen shows an unmistakable blip. Idas hands me the optical sights and there it is, seventeen miles in the distance: a mountain of metal jutting up from the ground, its hull resting at an awkward tilt from the desert floor. It looks like a beached whale.&lt;/p&gt;
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