Monday, June 25, 2007

Heavy Metal

Mining meteorites seems like a total waste. Nickel, Cadmium, Iron, in abundance. Problem is, it's all so very far away. So I got this plan. A delivery system of sorts. Step back for a second though.

To the heart of a dying star. Everything you and I are built of comes from here. Exploded outwards and then someday coalescing into our little nature preseve haning on the outer rim of our galaxy. That sets the stage. Our time, place, space, and localized gravity well... which by the way are one and of the same... that's the denoumont. The manifestation at the intersection of matter, energy, space and time.

So perspective... you got it. Mining is a matter of time and space. Why bother sending out a probe to hurl the rocks back to earth when we could just do something much more interesting and fun and change the rules. It's a matter (pun intended, please smirk now astute reader) of time and space. All that needs to happen is a little time travel and rearrangement of metals distribution. Gonna have to be a bit careful with it though. More metals, more mass, different orbit... and earth isn't much fun. More venetian. Can't have flooding and swamp problems like that. Or more Martian. Can't have that either... icy/hot all the time. Not a nice place to setup a budget resort catering to semi-retired eco-adventure-thrill seekers.

Time-forming. That's what Heavy Metals are all about. Drawing reality into a orbital bucket around gravitas. So I'm just saying here... might be easier to take a small, bounded singularity and use it to clean out the kuiper and asteroid belts. You get smelting for free when the whole mess starts to condense inward into it's molten goodness. Siphon that stuff off and you got all the metals we'd ever need. Pretty neat. I'm heading over to the large hadron supercollider later on this afternoon for one of the bringup tests and getting me one of these singularities and starting me a business. Now I just needs a rocket ship capable of lofting out to the heliopause in my lifetime. Somebody built one. Oh wait... I just remembered... gonna be packing a singularity which by my estimation is gonna be putting off one hell of a gravimetric time/space wake field... I'm not gonna be needing to worry none about our local time frame no more. Relatively you're all gonna be on my time as soon as my hungry little gravity monster has gotten enough mass to compete with the sun's frame drag.

I'd send a postcard, but won't. You won't get it. Not in time.

1 comment:

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