Imaginary wars and battles -- Fiction; Nuclear warfare -- Fiction; War stories
‘And so,’ said the professor, ‘we see that this Radium, which seemed at
first a fantastic exception, a mad inversion of all that was most
established and fundamental in the constitution of matter, is really at
one with the rest of the elements. It does noticeably and forcibly what
probably all the other elements are doing with an imperceptible
slowness. It is like the single voice crying aloud that betrays the
silent breathing multitude in the darkness. Radium is an element that
is breaking up and flying to pieces. But perhaps all elements are doing
that at less perceptible rates. Uranium certainly is; thorium—the stuff
of this incandescent gas mantle—certainly is; actinium. I feel that we
are but beginning the list. And we know now that the atom, that once we
thought hard and impenetrable, and indivisible and final
and—lifeless—lifeless, is really a reservoir of immense energy. That is
the most wonderful thing about all this work. A little while ago we
thought of the atoms as we thought of bricks, as solid building
material, as substantial matter, as unit masses of lifeless stuff, and
behold! these bricks are boxes, treasure boxes, boxes full of the
intensest force. This little bottle contains about a pint of uranium
oxide; that is to say, about fourteen ounces of the element uranium. It
is worth about a pound. And in this bottle, ladies and gentlemen, in
the atoms in this bottle there slumbers at least as much energy as we
could get by burning a hundred and sixty tons of coal. If at a word, in
one instant I could suddenly release that energy here and now it would
blow us and everything about us to fragments; if I could turn it into
the machinery that lights this city, it could keep Edinburgh brightly
lit for a week. But at present no man knows, no man has an inkling of
how this little lump of stuff can be made to hasten the release of its
store. It does release it, as a burn trickles. Slowly the uranium
changes into radium, the radium changes into a gas called the radium
emanation, and that again to what we call radium A, and so the process
goes on, giving out energy at every stage, until at last we reach the
last stage of all, which is, so far as we can tell at present, lead.
But we cannot hasten it.’
‘I take ye, man,’ whispered the chuckle-headed lad, with his red hands
tightening like a vice upon his knee. ‘I take ye, man. Go on! Oh, go
on!’
The professor went on after a little pause. ‘Why is the change
gradual?’ he asked. ‘Why does only a minute fraction of the radium
disintegrate in any particular second? Why does it dole itself out so
slowly and so exactly? Why does not all the uranium change to radium
and all the radium change to the next lowest thing at once? Why this
decay by driblets; why not a decay _en masse?_ . . . Suppose presently
we find it is possible to quicken that decay?’
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