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Scientists monitoring an asteroid that threatens to pass perilously close to the Earth have upgraded the threat it poses.
The space rock, 2004 VD17, is about 500 metres long and has a mass of nearly one billion tonnes, according to reports on the ABC News Web site.
Any collision with our planet would release more than 10,000 megatonnes of energy - comparable to all the world's nuclear arsenals, according to a report by NASA near-Earth object (NEO) expert Dr David Morrison.
The rock was first spotted in November 2004 and identified as a potential threat, with odds of a collision put at one in 3,000. Those odds have now been shortened to less than one in 1,000 following further observations, ABC reported.
"The risk of an impact within the next century - specifically on May 4, 2102 - [is] higher than that of any other known asteroid," Dr Morrison said.
"Fortunately, it is nearly a century before the 2102 possible hazard from NEA 2004 VD17. This should provide ample time to refine the orbit and, most probably, determine that the asteroid will miss the Earth."
The asteroid has been upgraded to yellow on the Torino impact risk scale for near-earth objects, meaning it warrants attention, ABC reported.
There are two more grades beyond this - orange for a close encounter, and red for a certain collision.
Jeez, what with this, bloody bird flu and Mr Richeyjames' recent thread, I'll be going down Billy Hill's tomorrow with a fiver in my pocket to see what the odds are on imminient pan-global destruction.
Not that it'll be much use to me if I win.
There's a man with a mullet going mad with a mallet in Millets
boudicca wrote:Jeez, what with this, bloody bird flu and Mr Richeyjames' recent thread, I'll be going down Billy Hill's tomorrow with a fiver in my pocket to see what the odds are on imminient pan-global destruction.
boudicca wrote:Jeez, what with this, bloody bird flu and Mr Richeyjames' recent thread, I'll be going down Billy Hill's tomorrow with a fiver in my pocket to see what the odds are on imminient pan-global destruction.
Not that it'll be much use to me if I win.
Surely, therefore the only bet is survival?
I don't fancy those odds...
There's a man with a mullet going mad with a mallet in Millets
Aren't they the things that give you a right sore erse?
Being brave is coming home at 2am half drunk, smelling of perfume, climbing into bed, slapping the wife on the arse and saying,"right fatty, you're next!!"
scotty wrote:Aren't they the things that give you a right sore erse?
What's that look for?, I can mind my Dad asking my Mum to pick up his Asteroid Cream from the Chemists
Being brave is coming home at 2am half drunk, smelling of perfume, climbing into bed, slapping the wife on the arse and saying,"right fatty, you're next!!"
ahem!... I think we'll all be 'pan bried' by May 4, 2102
"And when you start to think about death, you start to think about what's after it. And then you start hoping there is a God. For me, it's a frightening thought to go nowhere".
~ Peter Steele
What's that look for?, I can mind my Dad asking my Mum to pick up his Asteroid Cream from the Chemists
and it's not just sore/sour grapes either
still more info than i needed Keith...thanx
Aye, he's been a marter to his Asteroids has my Dad!
Being brave is coming home at 2am half drunk, smelling of perfume, climbing into bed, slapping the wife on the arse and saying,"right fatty, you're next!!"
Apparently the pronounce it "oor-a-nus", rather than "your-anus" in Schools these days , are kids to have no in class these days !
Being brave is coming home at 2am half drunk, smelling of perfume, climbing into bed, slapping the wife on the arse and saying,"right fatty, you're next!!"
