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What If?: Serious Scientific Answers to Absurd Hypothetical Questions

This book explores a variety of bizarre and imaginative scenarios, providing detailed scientific answers to seemingly absurd questions. more

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Randall Munroe
Randall Munroe

Randall Munroe (born October 17, 1984) is an American author, cartoonist, and former NASA roboticist, best known for creating the webcomic xkcd and his popular science books "What If?" and "Thing Explainer." He worked at NASA before becoming a full-time writer, using simple illustrations and explanations to make complex scientific concepts accessible to the public. more

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