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3D Printer Design.stp
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Design for a 3d Printer using MakerSlide rails.

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Awesome, but you know what I really want? A pair of Ultra Goliath glasses. That's something plastic, that's printable, that will revolutionize the world by being made available cheap and to the masses. Forget about those crappy 3D movie glasses all the kids are wearing. Till I see those, I'm not sold on this 3D thing.
Whats awesome is that you need a 3d printer to print these parts to make a 3d printer.
Anyone feeling generous?
@.235. Look up RepRap, the Open Source hardware 3D printer :)
I know! I'll buy a 3d printer, then print out some money.
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https://piratebayproxy.live/torrent/7022862/3D_Printer_Design.stp

Funny history abt a 3D-copier !
The coppers smashed my father's printer when I was eight. I remember the hot, cling-film-in-a-microwave smell of it, and Da's look of ferocious concentration as he filled it with fresh goop, and the warm, fresh-baked feel of the objects that came out of it.

The coppers came through the door with truncheons swinging, one of them reciting the terms of the warrant through a bullhorn. One of Da's customers had shopped him. The ipolice paid in high-grade pharmaceuticals -- performance enhancers, memory supplements, metabolic boosters. The kind of things that cost a fortune over the counter; the kind of things you could print at home, if you didn't mind the risk of having your kitchen filled with a sudden crush of big, beefy bodies, hard truncheons whistling through the air, smashing anyone and anything that got in the way.

They destroyed grandma's trunk, the one she'd brought from the old country. They smashed our little refrigerator and the purifier unit over the window. My tweetybird escaped death by hiding in a corner of his cage as a big, booted foot crushed most of it into a sad tangle of printer-wire.

Da. What they did to him. When he was done, he looked like he'd been brawling with an entire rugby side. They brought him out the door and let the newsies get a good look at him as they tossed him in the car. All the while a spokesman told the world that my Da's organized-crime bootlegging operation had been responsible for at least 20 million in contraband, and that my Da, the desperate villain, had resisted arrest.