The heater broke.

His death was instantaneous.

The heater doesn't work.

Crank up the heater.

Tom can fix the heater.

Tom turned on the heater.

He can fix the heater.

Mary can fix the heater.

We can fix the heater.

This heater runs on oil.

Let's turn on the heater.

Let's turn on the heater.

On Twitter, the reactions were almost instantaneous.

Feeling chilly, I turned on the heater.

Feeling chilly, I turned on the heater.

Our electric heater does not work well.

We need to replace our water heater.

This heater won't heat up that large room.

We need to buy a new water heater.

We need to replace our hot water heater.

I got cold, so I turned on the heater.

Cheap and instantaneous means of global communication are here to stay.

I'm going to turn on the heater because it's very cold.

'On the contrary, I think it is a very easy death, instantaneous,' said another.

However, the change was not instantaneous, with more improvising on the guitars and keyboards.

Similarly, as recently as two decades ago, instantaneous global communication existed, but was economically out of reach for most people.

Instantaneous electronic links and an improving system of global guarantees allow capital to flow across national boundaries as never before.

Thirty years ago, instantaneous global communication was mostly restricted to large entities (governments, multinational firms, the Catholic Church) with big budgets.

the photos of Transit are not acts of self gratification, not weapons of malice, and definitely not tools of instantaneous incrimination.

If you park your car and didn't plug in the heater, when you come back you don't have a car. It just doesn't work.

Internet and SMS have developed over less than a decade and we still have not made the mental adjustments to the implications of such instantaneous communication.

With instantaneous communication and access to information, the less legitimate a regime, the greater will be the temptation for it to manipulate, if not fabricate, the results of elections.

We are all commuters, all 2.8 million of us. ...the photos of Transit are not acts of self gratification, not weapons of malice, and definitely not tools of instantaneous incrimination.

But the kind of virtually instantaneous nature of its erection, and its being there, almost before you could believe that a response of this magnitude could be accomplished, is part of its extraordinary I don't know if beauty is the word but presence.