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Feb. 11th, 2004 10:25 amI have this dream last night that I'm in this futuristic space station as some sort of spy, and we just set the whole thing to explode so we had to get out of there.
Problem was, we didn't have any deuterium or tritium for the fusion engines on our escape ship. Now I knew that we had plenty of plain old hydrogen lying about in tanks, so I told my partner that we should just tank up the hydrogen.
"But hydrogen doesn't have enough neutrons," he said.
"That's okay," I said, "it'll fuse. It'll just be like putting regular unleaded in a car that needs premium -- it'll be bumpy, but it'll work."
Yes, in this weird dream of interplanetary espionage and nuclear astrogation, I'm discussing octane levels.
I don't know what's more frightening...the sheer geekiness of the dream, or the anachronism.
(BTW...the plain old hydrogen worked. We escaped and, I believe, the universe was saved.)
Problem was, we didn't have any deuterium or tritium for the fusion engines on our escape ship. Now I knew that we had plenty of plain old hydrogen lying about in tanks, so I told my partner that we should just tank up the hydrogen.
"But hydrogen doesn't have enough neutrons," he said.
"That's okay," I said, "it'll fuse. It'll just be like putting regular unleaded in a car that needs premium -- it'll be bumpy, but it'll work."
Yes, in this weird dream of interplanetary espionage and nuclear astrogation, I'm discussing octane levels.
I don't know what's more frightening...the sheer geekiness of the dream, or the anachronism.
(BTW...the plain old hydrogen worked. We escaped and, I believe, the universe was saved.)