1. Přečtěte si tento článek. Nakolik mu rozumíte? Dokážete najít rovnocenný text v češtině a vyhledat překlady klíčových odborných termínů?
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2. Které z následujících zdrojů byste vyřadili jako nespolehlivé?
https://www.stoplusjednicka.cz/prekvapeni-pro-geology-v-jizni-kalifornii-se-objevil-zbrusu-novy-tektonicky-zlom
http://mybloginfo.nepise.cz/22073-zlom-san-andreas.html
http://www.skrytapravda.cz/ruzne/62-drama-v-usa-bude-se-opakovat-strasne-zemetreseni-v-kalifornii-jako-v-roce-1906
https://travel.sygic.com/cs/poi/zlom-san-andreas-poi:58472
https://www.securitymagazin.cz/zpravy/nasa-los-angeles-zasahne-behem-dvou-let-obrovske-zemetreseni-1404052246.html
https://zoommagazin.iprima.cz/zajimavosti/spatne-zpravy-tektonicky-zlom-san-andreas-je-v-pohybu-0
https://epochaplus.cz/nova-hrozba-pro-planetu-tektonicky-zlom-san-andreas-je-v-pohybu/
3. Vložte do komentáře k blogu jeden odkaz, který považujete za spolehlivý zdroj české odborné terminologie v oblasti seismologie. (vynechte Wikipedii)
4. Najděte si informace o knize "Richter 10". Pomalu a pečlivě si přečtěte CELOU níže uvedenou pasáž.
5. Soustřeďte se na vyznačené úryvky určené k překladu, identifikujte odborné termíny a ověřte si jejich české podoby.
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A.C. Clarke – Mike McQuay
Richter 10
“Ladies and gentlemen,” he said, his voice godlike and booming theatrically from dozens of speakers burrowed into the walls.
The room darkened. Crane waited until his audience grew silent, then said simply, “The universe.”
Brilliant light flashed for ten seconds. “The universe,” Crane continued, “began with a clap of hydrogen and helium, vomiting fiery matter at fantastic speeds in all directions.”
The globe burst into holoprojection flame, vibrant reds and yellows swirled about the globe. “Our planet was born into fire about 4.5 billion years ago. Spinning, its contracting clouds of dusts and gases gradually congealed.” The globe changed as Crane spoke, holographically showing the formation of the planet from gas to solid. The massive scale of the sphere and the changes it demonstrated overwhelmed the people sitting in the darkness. Crane could hear their appreciative muttering.
“At first we were a planet of molten rock. Slowly, the heavier elements, nickel and iron, settled into a dense inner core. Some of the lighter rocky materials, such as basalt and granite, melted, floated upward, and cooled into a thin crust. There was mantle around the core.”
Lanie’s fingers flew over the keys of her computer, and the globe projection transmogrified into a barren, rocky sphere.
“Then it began to rain....”
Thunder reverberated through the room. Holo rain fell on the globe from dense clouds filled with lightning.
“It rained for thousands of years until the planet was covered completely by water. At last the sky cleared.”
The globe became a ball of spinning water.
“Cooling at a leisurely pace, the water evaporating, the planet developed land, floating land.”
Continental chunks appeared on Lanie’s globe, all of them slowly navigating the water world. Everyone watched, rapt, as the continental mass moved toward the equator, finally joining together in a mammoth, still-barren supercontinent.
“Pangaea,” Crane said, “Greek for ‘all lands,’ the starting point for the world we know today. The breakup of Pangaea due to unknown forces, probably convection, brought volcanoes—and the gasses of the volcanoes brought the beginning of biological life.” Crane paused. “And the breakup of Pangaea brought earthquakes.”
Crane looked down at Lanie. “Program the last New Madrid quake into the globe,” he said quietly. Newcombe scribbled on a piece of paper, and Lanie hurried to her programmers. She needed more input than she could manage alone to pull this off. Newcombe held up the paper. It read: Don’t stick your neck out! Crane merely shook his head, smiling wryly.
When Lanie signaled that she and her crew were ready, Crane said, “I call your attention to the United States and the Mississippi River.” All the lights went out except for one spot, focused on Middle America.
PART TWO
“I think we’re online!” one of the programmers called, a small cheer going up from them all.
“I thank you one and all.” Crane turned to Lanie. “Would you like to do the honors?”
She felt it then, the mixture of fear and excitement that she’d held at bay ever since he’d suggested trying the program. She nodded, unable to speak, and walked to the master board, a double-tiered profusion of winking lights, rheostats, and buttons with a single, controlling keyboard below a large monitor.
She juiced the monitor to a flashing cursor and wished that Dan were here, no matter how things came out. She hesitated at the keyboard.
“We don’t have any brass bands, Ms. King,” Crane said, and he was staring straight up at the monstrous globe.
Fingers shaking, she typed: Advance from Pangaea. Then she took a deep breath and hit the enter key.
With a low groan, the globe started spinning, the continents reforming themselves to the single, great continent of enormous weather variations. It split apart quietly, the continents running red veins of EQ’s where they broke and sheared against one another.
“Beautiful,” Crane said. Lanie far too involved in watching for glitches in the process to appreciate it. She was a bundle of nervous energy as she walked up to join him.
“What’s our first historical interphase?” he asked, his voice hushed.
“The Chicxulub meteor, five miles wide,” she said, “sixty-five million years ago.”
“The K-T boundary,” Crane said.
She stared, shaking, at the globe. “Yeah. Beginning of the Tertiary, end of the dinosaurs. Look for volcanoes on the antipode. There.”
The holoprojection of a huge meteor burning in the atmosphere flew through the globe room, slamming into the Yucatan peninsula. A mammoth dust cover rose and spread over the entire globe, the faintest trace of throbbing red lines extending from the impact site showing through the dust as volcanic activity began on the opposite side of the sphere.
Crane reached out and grabbed her arm, his face transfixed as he watched Earth history create itself before his eyes. “Yes,” he whispered to her own growing excitement.
And then she heard it: A small bell sound from a distant programming station, then another, and another. The system was shutting down.
“No,” she said, breaking free of his grasp and turning to her console, error messages flashing, bells clanging loudly all over the huge room. She turned her back and looked. The globe had shut itself down completely. Crane’s head jerked from side to side, and a deep growl issued from his throat.
She reached for the console, her hands ready to type in damage control, but she stopped when she saw words written on the monitor that she’d hoped never to see:
No Analog—System Incompatible.
PART THREE
“In other words,” Newcombe said, taking a seat himself, “you can’t go either way with it. Your globe is telling you that the world we have is not the world we had.”
Crane snapped to attention. “That’s exactly what it’s telling us,” he said, staring through the ahrensglass and up the three-story height of the globe. “It’s not the same. Something happened to this planet that changed it drastically, altered it forever. So, what could have happened, what—oh my God. I’ve been so stupid.” He turned to Lanie. “Crank it up. We’re going to go from scratch right now.”
“What?”
“Just do it. I’ve got an idea and we’re going to try it out.”
The globe went dark as the computers reset themselves. Within a minute Crane stared at a ball of fire, spinning wildly in its youth. “All right,” he said. “I want you to increase your six-and-a-half-sextillion-ton mass by one eighty-first.”
“One eighty-first,” Lanie said. “One eighty-first?”
“Do it,” Crane said.
Newcombe laughed. “Crane, you’re batty.”
“Only if I’m wrong.”
“The machine refuses to take the extra weight,” Lanie said. “It’s telling me the increase is unstable by its very nature. The globe can’t support the increase in mass and still hold together.”
“Perfect,” Crane said. “Talk to it, Lanie. Explain to it that it’s all right to build to an unstable state.”
“It’s not going to want to hear that,” she said.
“Tell the globe that the instability will resolve itself.”
“It will?”
“I think so,” he said, as Lanie turned to the computer and opened a line of discussion with its higher reasoning functions.
“Got it,” Lanie said, swinging her chair around. “However, the globe will only do it if you tell it to, Crane. Would you step over here?”
Crane moved to her console as Lanie typed the command that would start the globe. “The machine refuses to take responsibility for what happens,” she said. “It’s looking for authority from higher up.”
He looked at the screen. It read:
Initiate Globe (Y/N)
He hit the Y. The screen faded, then read:
Project Leader Confirm
“Speak your name into the C channel of your pad,” Lanie said.
Crane did so, and the globe lights immediately came on. The sequence was initiated.
The globe spun quickly, but off balance. All the lights went down. Lanie’s programmers stopped work to watch the spectacle. The Earth is not perfectly round, but this one was obviously way off, its equatorial bulge huge and moving, throwing the planet on a wobbly orbit.
“You’re going to break your toy,” Newcombe said.
Warning lights were flashing up and down the consoles, the screens warning of imminent breakup.
A huge lump of fire now appeared on the globe, threatening to destroy it as centrifugal force drew the fireball slowly away from the globe.
“We’re going to have to shut it down, Crane!” Lanie called.
“You do and you’re fired!” Crane yelled over the warning bells sounding up and down the line.
“It wants to go into shutdown sequence.”
“But it hasn’t, has it?” he returned. “It’s smarter than we are. Let it go!”
The globe was wobbling horribly. It creaked as it tore itself apart, but Crane watched it with a satisfied smile.
Then it happened. The globe, now a lopsided dumbbell shape, was no longer able to sustain the hold on itself and the bulge broke free, spinning off, only to get captured in the larger mass’s gravitational pull. What was left began to spin normally again, all the warning bells and flashers shutting off up and down the line.
They were looking at a planet and its moon, a real chunk of the globe, dancing in synchronous orbit, and the globe was just as happy as it could be.
Newcombe sat staring, his mouth hanging open.
“Is that the Moon?” Lanie asked.
“Well,”—Crane shrugged—“now we know where that came from. Bully. Let’s keep watching.”
“It seems to be orbiting so closely,” Lanie said.
“I think we’ll find,” Crane answered, “that as the Earth’s rotation slows, the Moon will move farther away. Right now, imagine not only the effect the Moon will have on sea tides at this distance, but land tides as well.”
trifugal force drew the fireball slowly away from the globe.
“We’re going to have to shut it down, Crane!” Lanie called.
“You do and you’re fired!” Crane yelled over the warning bells sounding up and down the line.
“It wants to go into shutdown sequence.”
“But it hasn’t, has it?” he returned. “It’s smarter than we are. Let it go!”
The globe was wobbling horribly. It creaked as it tore itself apart, but Crane watched it with a satisfied smile.
Then it happened. The globe, now a lopsided dumbbell shape, was no longer able to sustain the hold on itself and the bulge broke free, spinning off, only to get captured in the larger mass’s gravitational pull. What was left began to spin normally again, all the warning bells and flashers shutting off up and down the line.
They were looking at a planet and its moon, a real chunk of the globe, dancing in synchronous orbit, and the globe was just as happy as it could be.
Newcombe sat staring, his mouth hanging open.
“Is that the Moon?” Lanie asked.
“Well,”—Crane shrugged—“now we know where that came from. Bully. Let’s keep watching.”
“It seems to be orbiting so closely,” Lanie said.
“I think we’ll find,” Crane answered, “that as the Earth’s rotation slows, the Moon will move farther away. Right now, imagine not only the effect the Moon will have on sea tides at this distance, but land tides as well.”
“I can’t believe it’s still working,” Lanie said as the planet cooled and holorains began, the Moon now a bit farther away.
“This is weird,” Newcombe said. “This isn’t some kind of trick, is it, Crane?”
“This is history, my fine fellow,” Crane said. “Earth history as no one’s ever seen it before. If this thing keeps working, we may all be obsolete.”
And work it did, half holo, half “real.” Land emerged from the evaporating waters, the closeness of the Moon causing major havoc on land and sea—quakes, tsunamis, and tidal waves rattling the globe in ways none of them could have anticipated. If there had been a Pangaea as such, they never saw it. For an hour that was hundreds of millions of years, the continental masses seemed to form and reform in a continual dance with the Moon, which moved ever so slowly away.
The globe stopped many times during these early periods, adding holo comets, asteroids, and meteorites to the mix in order to conform to known life later on, but it didn’t shut down—it continued. The farther it went, the more excited the programmers became, until they were shouting and cheering every time the machine hit a glitch and reset itself to continue onward.
The Moon finally distanced itself enough to lose its major impact on sea and land. Here, they saw the beginnings of a stable world, more stable, at least, than the frenzy of its earlier years. The seas calmed. The continents emerged in roughly the same form as today.
For Crane, time did not exist during this exercise. First to last passed in an instant for him. He thought of all the men of science from its beginnings who had measured, timed, and speculated about the nature of their Earth. Without their observations, the globe would not have been possible. For thousands of years scientists had meticulously recorded their findings with no notion of where those findings would lead. This was one of the places. There would be others.
Five hours later, he emerged from his thoughts to the sounds of cheering. The globe stood proudly online, up to date, turning slowly. Dead even with them.
Everyone was still there, including Newcombe, and they had been joined by the rest of the staff. It was a spectacle none of them could pull away from. The addition of new information would continue, but this was the core unit from which ever more knowledge would spring.
“Do you realize what we’ve just done?” Crane called to the applauding group. “However much information we’ve put into this system is merely a grain of sand on the seashore in comparison to what the globe has invented on its own to make our data compatible. Every hairline fissure, every graben, every underground stream or unconfirmed nuclear explosion that has occurred on planet Earth is now ours to know. Information is power, ladies and gentlemen. And we have the power.”
