Start at Bletchley Park; turn on Y-Stations at the interchange and head straight on to Beeson Bump, where the way forks; one side to the mysterious Bathicnus paramoudrae, which we know only from the trace fossils left by its burrow: Pot Stones. The other fork, of course, leads to Dew Ponds and hence to Air Wells, an erroneous conclusion made working reality by modern plastic.
It's simple, really; and it would only confuse you to learn I actually began it at The Chap. Their prime avatar looks a bit like Bob Dobbs's long-lost English cousin, no?
...Now, as long as there's no Bathicnus in the tub, I'm off to ablute and then for afters, honest striving.
(Thanks to Jenny)
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My Dream Job #16: to be a motorcycle courier at a Y-Station.
Although I could do without the ghostly black hound from hell with the flaming red eyes that haunted Beeston Bump..."nice doggy!"
Radiative condensers were a plot device in Murray Leinster's short Sand Doom. Which is a good yarn to begin with.
Leinster's dependably good. A number of his works seem to be deliberately Objectivist -- except they pre-date even The Fountainhead.
Well, plus, on even a bad day he was a better writer than Ayn Rand.
I was honoured a couple of years ago to give a talk on realtime 3D stuff at Bletchley. I was at the podium for about 30 minutes with a mate, but spent the rest of the time saturating myself in pivotal history.
The rebuild of Colossus *smelt* incredible. Ions and Bakelite - two scents that just make me go weak at the knees and straight in the spine simultaneously. Most amusing to watch.
Big Electronic Science, Mark; the small of valves is the scent of Progress! I envy you having seen it in person.
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