Technology is an ally to which man is now inexorably bonded. With the advent of iPods, Computers, Video Games, and every possible mode of entertainment flying about The Cloud, man has reached his information summit. A standstill has taken place at the flush fullness of humanity and technology, which have both reached their peak. Man has flung his dedication, application, and happiness out the window, door, hole-in-the-wall, etc. to exchange it for temporary entertainment.
Out of this fray, I rose. Out of that technological peak, I pushed beyond the summit. I took off into the air from a standing position and flew. Both literally and figuratively; but, I'm getting ahead of myself.
I am a family member. I do what I am told. I fold laundry, mow lawns, take care of animals that belong to my brothers and sister. I am an ordinary member of society. Or at least, I was. This all changed when I found my initiative.
You see, I had been procrastinating. I refused to graduate; refused to work hard; refused to do my civic duty and better mankind with my services. I was, in essence, lazy. I began, however, to take an interest in circuits and electricity. I began experimenting. I took apart a digital camera and made a tazer. I took apart a computer and made an algorithm machine. I took apart a CD player and made a Blu-Ray player, with the addition of some other parts. Circuits, wiring, programming...all took on a new meaning for me. Yet, my efforts were still a waste of time.
These things were not portable. They drank power; ate it like a child eats candy. Greedily, whole-heartedly, knowing there is enough to go around. I was devastated. The electricity bill skyrocketed. My mother harangued me mercilessly. I still hadn't graduated, I still didn't have a job, I still wasn't working to further my family or my community. To her, I was still just an invaluable slob who enjoyed taking useless things apart and building more useless things. I hated her attitude, but I had to succumb.
I graduated to feed my urge. I got a job to feed my urge. I helped to sell our house...all to feed this urge I had. An idea was forming. A destiny was evolving. I needed to create a power source; one small enough to fit into your back pocket, but with an unlimited self-sustaining energy source. I would try. I had to.
For months afterward, I spend all my spare time (less than two hours a day) tinkering with batteries. Finding out how they worked; how they charged; how they could be dismantled and reassembled without damage. Still, these sources of energy were finite. Even the rechargeable batteries died eventually, never to be used again. I needed a battery that contained, not reactionary energy, but pure, fluid energy.
Let me explain the difference between reactionary energy and pure, fluid energy. Reactionary energy is the result of a reaction. In the case of a battery, electricity is pumped into a cell that creates a reaction within atoms, producing a limited supply of energy as those atoms give it off. Once the atoms are expended, however, the battery dies. Rechargeable batteries can have the energy placed back into them, but eventually, their atoms lose the ability to expend and absorb energy. They unavoidably die. Pure, fluid energy is energy which is already stored in its purest form; able to flow from one point to another without a reaction. Just plain, pure energy. I needed to find a way to not only store that energy, put produce it infinitely, or have it produce itself. New Matter was needed.
I put aside my fascination with circuits and programs and studied chemistry. Each type of atom I studied. I looked for the answer in cobalt, iron, and nickel. I purchased massive quantities of oxygen, niacin, and iridium. Nothing satisfied the requirements. Nothing but an atom I was not able to synthesize without massive amounts of nuclear force and near-unlimited supplies of uranium. I needed to make Strobium. Strobium was what I would call the element, were I able to synthesize it. I knew of its existence from scientific reports. It gave off massive amounts of energy for a very short time; it has a half-life of 0.00067154 seconds; far less than one one-thousandth of a second. I needed a way to produce it in mass quantities using little or no matter at all.
I went back to the drawing board. I found a small piece of Plexiglas and melted it into a small, card-shaped, flat box with a removable lid, less than 1/8 of an inch thick in all. I needed a way to fit unlimited supplies of Strobium in there; or else create unlimited supplies within it. Would I be able? Was it even feasible? I had an idea.
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