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>>11557103
yeah dude if it weren't for science we'd be stuck doing dumb shit all the time

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The beauty of a plutonium-type reaction lies in its ethereal glow. Blasting x-rays across the Pacific not only excites, it elates. I listened eagerly when they announced Fat Man and Little Boy back in '45 but I actually watched when they tested Baker just a few weeks ago.
Baker, the gorgeous femme-fatale we nicknamed “Helen of Bikini”, blew just like a flower, her lovely snow white plumes reached some 40 thousand feet up into the troposphere, her dress of water vapor flowed and danced in the equatorial sun, x-rays scattered off into the wake, her fallout blew due east. We took her top off out in the middle of the lagoon. The queen bitch took several ships with her, one I heard was completely obliterated, not a single scrap left. When she did blow, I refused to cover my ears like the rest of my mates, her Wagnerian triumph an operatic arrangement of Polynesian death howls. The shockwave raced like Krishna's chariot across the water.

Oh,
the
power
of
the
ATOM!

Bikini Atoll, our venue of great spectacle, the locale of all our peaceful progress in the field of nuclear exploitation, cradled a population of some 200 islanders. Earlier in '46 the government convinced them to move elsewhere, or at least to a safe distance to watch our wonderful flowers bloom. It was only with leader's, who calls himself King Juda, reluctance that his people eventually followed him to nearby Rongerik Atoll.
“Everything lies in the hands of God,” agreed King Juda, and then they were shipped off. Rongerik, I hear, doesn't even have coconut palms we have on Bikini.

And
from
the
LORD'S
hands
was
born
all
of
Creation.

I remember learning as a youngster that matter cannot be created nor destroyed and of the necessity of a divine “prime mover.” Ever since arriving on Bikini, I've picked up details here and there on how exactly sustained nuclear fission works. Put shortly, Einstein showed us how matter is directly equivalent to energy and vice versa. Matter can certainly be destroyed and created back up again. The basis of sustained reaction is the splitting and forceful dividing of what literally means indivisible: the atom, the axiom of axioms. God bless Oppenheimer.
Prime Movers are overrated, I say. But some are O.K.
We sit now and sip past the sand in our lukewarm Budweisers, watching the gentle breaks out on the irradiated reef. I think about King Juda some, about his people out on Rongerik. They don't even have coconuts. This island is much better, I think to myself, especially with great the gals like Helen

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