«Tartaria» is sci-fi, Gedankenexperiment about stability and uniqueness of the rules of the Western Civilisation. The goal is to support, to justily, to prove the commonly accepted rules of the «common sense» using the «Proof by contradiction», то reveal the channels of collapse of a society, that drops the most of the commonly accepted prescriptions and prohibitions.
Warnings.
This is preliminary uncensored version.
The text contains explicit descriptions of completely obscene, barbaric customs.
The text contains the direct speech that includes extremely dirty slang in different languages.
In most of cases, the English translation is not supplied.
The text may injure religious senses of a radicl adept of a common religion.
Previous chapters:
06: Slave market
07: Murka
Mozdok Tsuker, the new master of Ruvim Pechor, Nata Kiskin and Yuma Hahalev was not boss of Nazar Ahmetov (previous master of these three slaves), as Ruvim initially though. The information in Tartaria is free, even for slaves; so, Ruvim could reveal this in few minutes - as any free time, while he had access to the National Database of Murka. The only Ruvim was too occupied with the heavy work collecting the probes of snow for the «Murka Railroads», and did not apply his scientific methods to his own life.
Mosdok Tsuker owned the Norga Warm company, that produced fuel; mainly wood and synthetic fuel from the by-products; it was a "polite" term to denote all kind of the burnable waste, including the deadwood and debris from areas cleared for railway tracks and stations. Mozdok had business relations with the Murka Railroad.
Norga Warm buys for symbolic and sometimes even negative prices all kind of waste, convert it to fuel; mainly for warming of homes and the buildings. Small part of the resulting fuel is liquid, suitable for cars, fliers and even commercial aircrafts, but this appears as a research rather than as a profitable business. The main and most difficult part was separation of waste delivered to Norga from the neighbor farms. And the most important part was sorting of the waste for concentration of unstable (and dangerous) isotopes. The warming of homes the greenhouses with the fuel by Norga Warm is not supposed to poison the habitants nor to contaminate the food.
Rotten railroad ties, wooden bridges, and other technical structures form the most of the input for the Norga Warm. Wood and plastic had to be separated from metal and stones. Metal is dispatched to the Norga Metal; and stones and pieces of cement go to the Norga Construction. The sorting of all kinds of waste is carried out at Norga Warm under Mozdok's supervision.
The concentration of unstable isotopes in the waste delivered to Norga Warm is critical. A contract with the Murka Railroad includes the measuring the concentrations of unstable isotopes. These measurements could have been carried out by robots, but sometimes slaves were cheaper. For example, when they were obtained for a symbolic price. The Tartarian pahans try to keep the retail price of dependents no lower than one fan per piece, in order not to encourage their murdering and disposal for meat or the "organ harvesting." For such a minimal, symbolic price Ruvim Pechor and Nata Kiskin sere sold to NURR (the Murka Raildoads). Then, upon the apparent mistake/crime of the personal of MURR, resold to the Norga Warm as a compensation of the fault.
For Mosdok, Ruvim was of interest as a scientist, and his roommates as efficient partners. Mozdok was in serious financial problems, and he got the Federal Grant for one pretentious project, that seemed to be undoable. Mosdok browsed the Ruvim's CV and recognized him as a scandalous but outstanding researcher. That was the last hope to save the dangerous project and not to go to the jail for the fraud and the money laundering.
Evening. We arrived. To Norga. From Murka. Mozdok Zucker said I'd be working in my specialty, disposing of isotopes brought back from Murka. And that I'd see "the full decontamination cycle." He has strange ideas about my specialty.
Mozdok assigned the habitation for Nata, Yuma and me. It is small cabin glued to the Mozdok's home and the greenhouse. A little bit wider than hte «barrel» we used to live at Murka.
Evening. Mozdok introduced me to the staff. All prisoners. More formally, «dependants», property.
Mozdok runs his own private company. He received a federal grant to recycle nuclear waste — the same waste that prisoners can bring from Murka in any quantity as soon as the snow melts. Mosdok is not the boss at MURR, but a contractor; both the client and the customer: MURR needs decontaminated soil, and Mozdok plans to use the contaminated soil to make heating devices. I'm no expert, but I think this is nonsense: a heating device requires teraJoules, and even one Joule of energy released at the nuclear decay is lethal for a human. What Mozdok will do with the 12 orders of magnitude?
Evening. I spent the whole day trying to figure out what Mozdok wanted from me at work. So far, he's said he likes the way I cook. No need to go to the shop; the robot delivers the food. It can cook, too, but I cook better. Both ladies are wearing collars. Mozdok sent them to weed the garden this afternoon. But the ladies spend more time sunbathing under the lamps than weeding.
Yuma does exercises from the Kurangita. I tried to repeat few simplest exercises. All of them are very painful. Her Kurangita seems to be a guide to masochism. Yuma says it's because I don't practice enough. Yuma claims, she feel no pain doing the exercises. But I saw, her pupils constrict when she moves her leg behind her back in a completely unnatural manner, and tears stream from her eyes. The same happens when she arches her back in a completely obscene manner and touch with the mouth her crotch; she does this in four different ways. Translated, this exercise is called "the snake" or "the cat." I don't understand how she doesn't break her spine and cervical vertebrae while doing this.
Only now have I realize that Yuma's body is shaped like a lizard's. Or, may be, she looks a little but as monkey. Yuma even has a small tail; it is covered under the skin, but can be easily felt. Yuma is certainly not "legs from the ears", but she is extremely flexible. I suspect her parents were exposed to dangerous doses of ionizing radiation and/or consumed a lot of unstable isotopes before conceiving her. It would be interesting to buy Yuma for the Galia National University of Tartaria. I suspect her genotype is very different from that of an average human. Typically, specimens with such mutations either don't survive or are sterile. And often it ends in leukemia or cancer. I'd like Yuma to be an exception.
Nata eats like a pig. Without any "mutations". Another week and she'll be as plump as she was when she arrived in Tartaria. Trying to persuade her to eat less is useless.
Evening. The problem with our project is that the concentration of commercially interesting isotopes in the waste is low. It is high for soil, a field, or a garden, it est, it is dangerous for a human being, but low in terms of isotope trading. The project is extremely unprofitable and can only exist with the support of the government grants. It smells a money laundering. This is precisely what some colleagues accuse Mozdok of. To justify its scientific significance, Mozdok hired "tists." That is, me and a few other Aspergers. More accurate souls be to say that Mozdok bought us. A month ago, he was busy trying to conclude the project, and he missed Nata and me in the PESMA; Mozdok could get us for one fun each, would he happen to be faster than MURR. But then I would never meet Yuma.
Evening. I discussed Nata with Mozdok. About her weight. I confess. Now Mozdok has announced to Nata that he will send her a "pleasure" every time she becomes at least 100 grams lighter. And a "pain" every time she gains 100 grams. Nata threw a fit, declaring that I am a «стукач» and «негодяй». For that she immediately received the "pain" from Mozdok. Nata called Mozdok a fascist and a sadist, and received another "pain", and even more than the first time. She howled and cried for a few minutes. Then she calmed down. She didn't eat anything at dinner. Mozdok shown us the antique movie "Taming of Shrew". It's about a prehistoric civilization, before bipers and video cameras. Well, it just so happened that we are together. It looks quite modern, but it's very drawn-out and boring. While the ladies are watching, I'm writing.
Mozdok showed, en fin, the technical specifications ("Terms of Reference" and "Technical Query"). We need to make at least one prototype heating device by spring, at least 100 watts, and it needs to be rated for at least a century. And there are also strict leakage requirements (so it's neither visible nor audible with a Geiger counter). The requirement is that the power variation over 100 years be no more than 10% of the stated power. I don't think that's possible. A hundred years means some long-lived isotope, with a half-life of about 1000 years or more. The only suitable material is carbon-14, but it is almost never found in waste we have. We couls produce it in a reactor if we cool it with nitrogen. But we don't have a reactor.
C-14..
Molecular mass: 14.00324 amu
Halflife: 5.73 kiloyear
Decay energy: 156 keV \(=\) 0.156 MeV
Most of the decay energy is carried away by antineutrino, but of order of 60 keV seem to be usable. Up to date, no suggestions of use of this energy seem to be reported.
Concentration of C-14 in the nuclear waste is low, the decay energy too.
Creation:
\(\rm n + \mathrm{^{14}_{7}N} \rightarrow \mathrm{^{14}_{6}C} + p\)
Decay:
\(\rm \mathrm{~^{14}_{6}C}\rightarrow\mathrm{~^{14}_{7}N}+ e^{-} + \bar{\nu}_e\)
Most of the decay energy is carried away by antineutrinos, but about 1.5 W/kg go to the beta electrons and can be used. To meet the specifications, we need to store 70 kilograms of C-14 in a sealed tank. It might contain some long-liвing dirt, but there must be very few of short-living isotopes, otherwise this overheats at the beginning and/or gets cool after а half a century.
That's complete nonsense. It's suitable for fake news and fraud, but even a layman can see that it's not serious for energy production. It's cheaper and easier to install a wood-burning stove.
In all the nuclear reactor explosions, due to all the nuclear bomb deployments, during the entire Bigpuf era, such amount of C-14 was never released on Tartaria territory. I think the other factors have no need to be considered. I have to explain this to Mosdok, let the government soften the requirement on the stability, then we can use Caesium-137 and/or Strontium-90 and/or Americium-241. We have a lot of these in the waste. There is nothing wrong in replacing of the heater after each few tens years.
Evening. Nata tore several pages out of my tetrad and destroyed them. There were notes about Nata there.
The Nata's sabotage was, naturally, recorded by both her biper and the stationary security cameras. The Database marked the spot where the paper was torn ("unusual sound") as "unusual activity," and Mozdok saw it. He gave Nata such a "pain" that she howled all evening. However, Mozdok recovered my notes immediately from the tenors of videocameras. Then Nozdok said that it is ridiculous to make notes in tetrad with pen in the style of century 19. But agreed that is I feel more comfortable with paper and pen, let me do so. Then the addressed Nata again.
Mozdok said we are a "team". and if Nata does nor behave properly, he might sell her. As for selling, that wouldn't scare Nata anymore; the psychologist at Mozdok is lousy. But he has a button on his remote that he can use to send Nata unlimited "pain" and/or "pleasure". While that button is talking, the muse of psychology remains silent.
Evening. For several days now, after every dinner, we've been measuring Nata's weight. In fact, before she takes a bite, she steps on the scale herself and checks to see if she's overdone it. Nata asked Mozdok for a diuretic and a laxative. What a brat! She's just not happy with eating less. If only she'd done the exercises with Yuma, she'd have to binge and shit herself.
Evening. Mozdok sent Nata to shovel snow. The roof of Mozdok's greenhouse is idiotic; the snow doesn't fall off by itself. Mozdok ordered Nata to clear at least the south side. Since the beginning, Nata broke one window, and got "pain". Then Nata, Yuma, and I installed a new one glass. We did a good job. Mozdok even suggested that I used to work as a glazier. The glass is thick it looks like Nata was trying to chip away at ice with a crowbar.
Evening. I got access to Mozdok's database. Actually, it was publicly available since the beginning, the only one need to know how to search, and the Database does the job.
It is difficult to work at home. Nata keeps wanting me to listen to her latest poems, Yuma plays flute and wants me to do some painful exercise with her. Nata categorically refuses such exercises. Yuma categorically refuses to listen to Nata's poems. Ant together, they produce a lot of noise. even if they work in the garden. But they do their hob well: the vegetables and fruits from the Nozdok's greenhouse are fresh and tasty.
Evening. I'm stuck in the calculations for Mozdok's project. It's freezing outside. One of the greenhouses, the one where Nata broke the glass, had to be warmed with a wood stove. Mozdok ordered that the coldest corner be kept at least above freezing. We miscalculated the stove's performance and burned all the wood. Nata is ordered to collect more wood in the forrest.
Evening. We brought two sleds of firewood. The greenhouse is as warm as a steam room, but it's hard to breathe; we've let in a lot of CO2. And CO. From the firewood. Until the plants consume it, it's hard to stay in the greenhouse for more than five minutes. Nata lost a kilogram of weight and got big long "pleasure" for it.
Evening. I told Mozdok an interesting idea. He liked it. Mozdok said he'll remove my collar tomorrow. Because I don't need to be sent the "pain", and I refuse the "pleasure". Nata agreed that it was better to go get firewood than to guzzle laxatives.
Party. No time to write...
Afternoon. Today is the day off, we won't be going to the office. Yesterday was the "Upgrade" celebration: Mozdok removed my collar. He invited his coworkers to the ceremony. Nata and Yuma, in honor of the occasion, received a "pleasure" from Mozdok, and not just through their collars. Mozdok introduced Nata and Yuma to the guests as my "roommates". Then the whole crowd started congratulating them, so much so that by the end, Yuma could only move on all fours, and Nata had completely passed out. Then almost all the guests left, and Mozdok went to bed. Only Valka remained. That is, Valkiria Zucker. Mozdok's divorced wife. I don't understand why Mozdok divorced her. A very pleasant and noble lady. Both from outside and from inside.
Valka helped me clean Yuma, which was easy, and Nata, which was more difficult because she is heavy.
Nata and Yuma, hugging, fell asleep on the ottoman in the hallway. Valka adjusted the pillows for them and covered them with a blanket. Valka and I, without saying a word, went to our little room. Such romance... Then, instead of sleeping, we chatted. Valka told us about her life: how she worked as a cleaner and Mozdok as a builder. Mozdok worked almost all the time and ignored her, and how she couldn't get pregnant, and then Mozdok sent her to live with her old boyfriend and bought himself cheap slaves (I assume he's referring to Nata and Yuma) and is trying to make them pregnant.
Late in the morning, Mozdok came to us and asked why we weren't sleeping. Valka said that an old love had awakened in Mozdok, and that it was good, and that he had come just in time. Mozdok said that Valka was very "pneumatic". Valka said that we were both very nice and that she wants to be with us..
Tartar customs should be least "interesting" to a European. I consider myself a bit of a European. Anyway, Mozdok and I made Valka completely out. Only now Value awoke and left.
Mozdok and I had tidied up a bit. Then Valya's boyfriend, Kolyan, called. He is a gangster-looking muscleman with a thick neck and tattoos. Kolyan confirmed that Valka had arrived safely and again sleeps. Kolyan said we'd treated her well and that from time to time she needed this. Kolyan apologized for not being able to come with Valka to my upgrade, but congratulates me and hoped for our cooperation. And that, if possible, he'd send Valka to us again. Mozdok suggested that Valka and Kolyan to come together. Kolyan said he'd try, but made no promises.
Evening. Got some sleep. The ladies asked me to cook something to eat. I did. Nata nibbled a little, got on the scale, and cried. But she keeps her previous mass. Yuma and Mozdok ate so much, there was nothing left. I try not to eat: Nata's example is a strong motivation. Mozdok has been renting Nata out for a few days now. First, to Valka's Kolian; then to other workers But not for what Nata would have wanted. They send Nata to the forest to collect dead wood. From under the snow. And dead wood. And bringing it back on a sled. Many have greenhouses, and it's getting colder. Mozdok gave Nata a chainsaw. Nata started by felling a living tree, for which she received the "pain". Then she learned a bit.
The neighbors heat with Nata's firewood and are happy. Nata is losing weight, and for that, she gets a "pleasure" almost every evening. She tried to bargain with Mozdok once, and for that, she was left without a "pleasure." Getting along with some women requires technical means.
Evening. It's good without the collar. The number on her forehead and back, naturally, remains. It won't come off in a year; This scar will probably last a lifetime. But that's nothing, because I have my scarf-biper again, similar to that I used in Galia. A biper you can tie around your head like a turban, leaving the camera on your forehead. Incidentally, the movie looks better this way than if it's around your neck. The biper that has a map, phone, computer, etc. And, most importantly, this biper doesn't send "pleasure" nor "pain" by Master's will. Mozdok never send me anything like that, but I was afraid he would.
Evening. Gella called. We chatted for half an hour. She's spying on us through public cameras. My colleagues in Galiya pretend I'm not there. Gella said, she works hardly and has no time for for anythin.
Evening. I understand better the Mozdok's project. We're collecting clusters containing unstable isotopes, bit by bit. It turns out that if a speck of dust contains even a couple of unstable clusters, there are millions more. Mozdok is most interested in heavy elements. They need to be removed from the soil first. They've isolated the first batch of plutonium. Commercially available. And uranium. And thorium. Thorium is a separate project, collected by robots from the ruins of a nuclear plant. The project is not profitable. Hundreds of robots work day and night; dozens of prisoners maintain them, dozens more prisoners and robots assemble "samorats" (short for "moonshine still", Transliteration of the «самогонный аппарат»), that is, rectification tower, and for all this, another hundred prisoners serve. The output is kilograms, when it's needed in tons. On top of that, tons of various muck are produced, whose chemical and isotopic composition must be analyzed and also somehow separated. It would be cheaper to dump it in a burial ground, but then Mozdok won't get get the next grant.
Evening. I successfully closed the C-14 idea. There isn't enough C-14 in all of Tartaria to make a heater out of it. Mozdok is an ignoramus, and his previous "expert" is a fraudster. Mozdok says he already sold that "expert" to clearing reactor debris; now he repairs robots that have accumulated isotopes while dismantling the ruins of nuclear power plants. Robots are not replaced here, they are repaired; prisoners are cheaper than new robots. Mozdok switched to Russian, qualifying the properties of my predecessor. As I understand Mozdok goes to do the same with me, as soon as the project fails.
Evening. Slowly but surely, the time for writing the report is approaching. Mozdok hopes that I will write it. He told me, what will happen, if the court qualifies our project as a "fraud".
About qualification of Mozdok's "specialists".
The top engineer, Femistoklus Zalupaev (colloquially "Femik"), doesn't understand the difference between the intensity of ionizing radiation and its energy.
The top chemist, Pesia Zivertov (colloquially "Pesia"). She doesn't even know the difference between an integral and a logarithm.
Other prisoners are even more obtuse. But all they try to do their best.
Evening. I cautiously asked my colleagues why Mozdok doesn't hire specialists. It turns out that the feudals had killed all the capable nuclear scientists during Bigpuf. The nuclear scientists worked near nuclear facilities bombed first. The local offees, instead of training their own specialists, tried to steal the "pros" from their neighbors. If at least half of the kidnapped scientists survived the raider operation and at least half the commandos performed the operation, the operation was considered a success. The neighboring feudal lord, naturally, repeated the operation, and so on. On the principle of "women will give birth to more." If we are to believe the stories of colleagues, all the specialists were killed during Bigpuf. Now there is no one to train new ones. Moreover, the ignorant administrators cannot distinguish a researcher from a crook. And, of course, no successful nuclear scientist would willingly go to work in Tartaria.
Evening. Yuma is smart! She has established radiation monitoring. She claims that in all laboratories where people or prisoners are present, the level is less than twice the background level. The claim is dubious: since the Bigpuf, in the cleanest places of Tartaria is considered as upper limit of what is allowed in civilized countries. If there is a significant leak, the greenpeasts will shut us down, and that will be the end of Mozdok's activities (and ours). Yuma promised to draw a map of our lab's contamination.
P.S.: the Yuma's expression, "people OR prisoners", has deep meaning..
Evening. Despite their ignorance, Femik Zalupaev and Pesia Zivertov have assembled a setup that, with minimal consumption of chemicals, sorts salts and vapors into fractions based on boiling point and density. The hexafluorides seem to be most prospective.
Th genetic predisposition to creating various types of samogon is a great thing!
They even managed to provide this technological marvel with shielding to protect the robots operating it (and, by extension, the people operating those robots) from radiation.
Nozok seems to be genius manager picking up the staff for his industry and motivating them.
The dumber the farmer, the larger the potatoes.
P.S.: Nata says that she enjoys the work of a lumberjack. King of wordplay: «дровосечка», the 3 in one.
Evening. I asked them to measure the composition of what we're working with more carefully on the mass spectrometer. They'll be measuring it all night. I said I need as many characters as they can extract. We have good mass spectrometers; even an idiot can use them.
Evening. Improved results. I wouldn't be surprised if these alcoholics made a "moonshine still" capable of separating isotopes. The uranium barrels contain mostly U-233, U-235, and of course, even more U-238, along with other filth. The plutonium barrels contain Pu-236, Pu-238, Pu-239, Pu-240, Pu-241, Pu-242, and filth. There's also plenty of Th-229, Th-230, Th-232, also with filth, but with thorium, it's completely unclear what to do: we can't, after all, start a chain reaction to turn it into U-233! The first time we try, the greenpists will eat us alive, and Mozdok will be left without grants.
Evening. The results are good, even frightening: we can make a primitive bomb tomorrow. I asked that the setup be surrounded by neutron counters and, just in case, to use tubes no larger than 10 cm in diameter for storage. Because if Pesya cleaned it up and put the results in one barrel, he'd definitely blow it. Mozdok ordered narrow, thick-walled tubes with caps.
Afternoon. Mozdok finally did what I'd been most afraid of: he made me write a report. He himself said he was tired. Mozdok drank a bottle of Taburetovka and went off to tidy up his garden. I occasionally look at them through the surveillance camera. Mozdok, Nata and Yuma are indeed in the garden, but they're not gardening at all. In the flowers, on a side mattress, they do beautiful. Yuma is very plastic and skillful to please both her partners. I feel very envious.
Evening. The best candidate, in my opinion, is plutonium. Firstly, it's toxic and will have to be collected anyway. Secondly, there's a lot of it. Tactical nuclear bobs don't use even half of the plutonium they contain; it all lies as dust around the shelters destroyed during Big Poof. And in rivers as silt. And in swamps. It's very uneven, and that's a good thing; less work.
Now I understand why the prisoners were forced to collect data for a detailed contamination map.
Evening. We discussed the work with Mozdok, Femik, Pesia, and Yuma. I asked Pesia to evaluate whether she can separate the plutonium isotopes. I'm particularly interested in Pu-241.
Mozdok declared that Samorat can separate anything into fractions, and it's stupid to isolate only Pu-241 specifically. Let her separate all the isotopes, it should cost almost the same efforts. Pesya said Mozdok has wild phantazy, «а Песя ложись и выполняй план».
Mozdok promised everyone a "pleasure" if they succeed. This is despite: Neither Pesia nor Femik nor me wear the "collars" to deliver this "pleasure." That means only Yuma can get it.
Yuma noted this and demanded that Mozdok buy sensitive alpha particle detectors. We already have ones for gamma and beta. Mozdok immediately ordered several for alpha. And also for neutrons..
Evening. I wrote up the report outline. Yuma mastered the mass spectrometer and launched it in automatic mode. Nata dedicated a poem to Mozdok and lost a kilogram of her mass. Mozdok got drunk in his joy and dragged Nata to his bedroom. Yuma misses Nata; she drew up contamination maps of the lab. That's what she calls it, a "laboratory". Femik added another huge building and filled it with "samorats". It already looks buffer than the historic "K-25 Plant" built during the World War II for the "Manhattan Project". Such a gigantomania is very risky. We could easy miscalculate something.
But Mozdok declares everything to clear and dropped a millions funs for construction. Femik builds. Even in winter. He has a strange manner: first he drives the piles, puts the roof on them, then he secures the walls, and only then, under the roof, does he make the floor and fasten the fasteners for Pesya's "samorats." Without gloves, in above-zero temperatures. They heat it with wood. Sometimes even smoke. Natasha has a team of woodcutters working with her. That is, woodcutters. Or wood-cutters. It looks like by spring, there won't be any dead wood left in the area.
Evening. Mozdok already has a whole factory. Pesya told, her ancestors have been making moonshine stills and distilling stool vodka for many generations. That's their only hope.
Evening. Pesya launched a new "samorat" for plutonium. She finally washed her hair and, as she claims, got a good night's sleep. She really does look impressive.
Evening. Yuma announced she wanted to see Nata. And went to Mozdok and Nata. I'm in our little room. I can't sleep.
Evening. I've drafted the report. Mozdok is reading it in the dining room and occasionally asks questions. I'm answering. Nata and Yuma are napping in Mozdok's bedroom. I want to sleep. Asked Mozdok to write down the questions; I'll answer them tomorrow. He agreed.
Evening. Pesya is damn good. Mozdok is reading the draft and asking idiotic questions.
Evening. Pesia and I rewrote the Report. Mozdok criticizes.
Pesia recalls what she was taught in school, and quite quickly. If this continues, she'll soon be able to do make calculus without me.
Evening. I have corrected the calculation. They look optimistic.
Pesya and Femik can assemble a heater that will last for a century.
It uses plutonium-241. Plutonium turns into americium-241, and then this americium heats.
We have calculated how much plutonium and americium we need.
Pesya also has the Americium in the required amount.
I asked Pesya to calculate how much Pu-241 she can prepare.
We need of order of 10 kg of pure Pu-241. And tome reserve.
Evening. Idiots! Pesya tried to isolate the metallic plutonium. As an experiment.
They were about to blew-up all the labiratory.
It's good that the tubes are small in diameter and far apart. Damn chemists.
I sent Yuma to check that no one was exposed. Damn Bolsheviks... I asked them to try small samples...
I had explained twice that I was interested in Pu-241, not Pu-239..
But no, we need to use the grant, to build a kilometer-size hangar,
and to fill it with samorats..
How many times do I have to tell them that the heating device doesn't care what compounds the working isotope is in. And it's even better if it's in compounds, because it's already corroded and won't oxidize further.
Evening. Pesia pointed it out that I myself asked for pure plutonium isotope. I meant the mass of the pure isotope in the compound. Now it happens as I am guilty.
Evening. Yuma scanned the entire hangar and says there was no release of isotopes. But there are bad rumors swirling around the lab. Even the cleaning ladies are asking what happened yesterday and why they didn't hear the bomb explode.
Evening. I had explained in two languages that there was no explosion nor bomb. And that if anyone didn't believe me, they should look at the monitoring footage.
Evening. We were discussing the case with Mozdok and Pesya. If Mozdok were to implement my idea, then he should do as I say, without to build-up the big huge installation. Pesya apologized. Then Mozdok did too. They suggested not to take offense, because my ideas are crazy, because no one had ever done it like that, and that's why misunderstandings happen. Mozdok said: "We are a team, we need to learn to understand each other, and we should have enough tolerance to achieve our goal through any troubles."
Evening. I found out from Mozdok about the life-sentenced prisoners. The point is, if the project goes well, then Mozdok does not need so many personnel and he'll grant an amnesty—at least for those prisoners serving time for debt and embezzlement.
Evening. We've assembled the first prototype. It's working. Mozdok has sent off the report. Now, to check the validity of my prediction, THE AUDITOR IS COMING TO VISIT US. Mozdok said that perhaps Norgi's coordinator himself would be so kind as to see what we've done. Or have done.
Вечер. Моздок нас собрал и сообщил пренеприятнейшее известие: К НАМ ЕДЕТ РЕВИЗОР. Если комиссия найдёт какую-нибудь ошибку в нашем отчете, нам всем пиздец. Продадут в какую-нибудь Мурку. И Моздока тоже.