This is the first GIF of an Atom, shot with a new Quantum Laser Camera.
You’re looking at the first ever direct observation and recording of an atom and its orbital structure.
Hydrogen atoms make up 75% of the mass in the universe, but they’ve always been too small to actually see.
A team of scientists held a hydrogen atom in a static field and shot a laser at it, causing it to shoot out electrons at a lens which magnified its wave pattern 20,000 times so a microscopic camera could see it.
The images were shot by Aneta Stodolna and the team of geniuses at The Institute for Atomic and Molecular Physics, and published in their paper ”Hydrogen Atoms under Magnification: Direct Observation” (http://physics.aps.org/featured...) , helping confirm 30 years of theoretical predictions.
“Here were the names of the hundreds of bacterial species that call me home. In sheer numbers, these microbes and their genes dwarf us. It turns out that we are only 10 percent human: for every human cell that is intrinsic to our body, there are about 10 resident microbes — including commensals (generally harmless freeloaders) and mutualists (favor traders) and, in only a tiny number of cases, pathogens. To the extent that we are bearers of genetic information, more than 99 percent of it is microbial. “
We never saw a cockroach work so hard or perspire so freely in all our lives before.
"We came into our room earlier than usual in the morning, and discovered a gigantic cockroach jumping about on the keys. He did not see us, and we watched him. He would climb painfully upon the framework of the machine and cast himself with all his force upon a key, head downward, and his weight and the impact of the blow were just sufficient to operate the machine, one slow letter after another. He could not work the capital letters, and he had a great deal of difficulty operating the mechanism that shifts the paper so that a fresh line may be started. We never saw a cockroach work so hard or perspire so freely in all our lives before. After about an hour of this frightfully difficult literary labor he fell to the floor exhausted, and we saw him creep feebly into a nest of the poems which are always there in profusion."