Tuesday, 29 April 2014

Nature does fusion

 The golden field                                                                                                 J.Thomason M.Eng. Sheff 86
30 April 2014
                Clive sat in a solicitor’s to hear the reading of his uncle’s will:’ as you my nephew I leave the golden field!  As I realise how keen he was on daffodils!’ Clive shook his head head!  You gave your uncle a daffodil is a four year old, and he leaves you a ****ing field.
                ‘an to my son I leave my 18 bedroomed mansion: Wonkey Hall’.  Simon grinned.  A grade two 18th century mansion.
                Clive of was back at university!  He have persuaded the geography department to do a field trip to the golden field.  He had talked up engineering into lending him a generator set.  All they had at hand was a 20 MW generator.  He had only wanted an 8 kW plant!  But it is what they had to spare!  Whne the local power station was demolished.  It was valueless without serious repair.
                The engineers had even built him a metal dust extractor.  It was really a ruggedized Dyson dry cleaner.  The steam flowing down in one helix, back up in the opposing helix and any solid contaminants got left behind!
                As geothermal steam had not been used for power generation-due to the presence of metal powder.
                That Sunday he was getting to use ground sonar equipment all over his field.  When Simon came over and said ‘do come over for champagne.  You are and you are 12 best friends can stay over for the night!’ He offered.
                Simon had the surveyers in to evaluate the structure.  Clive’s lorries arrived.  Then he got down to it!  Within 5 minutes they are located a suitable magma chamber.  30 feet down and full of superheated water.
                The water is above 100° C all around the world, but does not boil unless we release some the pressure.  This is exactly what Clive intended to do.
                They vented some of the pressure, and the water boiled to dirty steam; with heavy metals in.  They then passed it through a ‘Dyson’, which scrubed the metal powder out!
                Then they passed the steam through the generator set: the engineers were busy evaluating if the generator needed any further repair-or it was fit to use in the lab!
                Then the steam went into a mobile cooling tower.  And produce liquid water.  They used some of the generated power to pump the water into a nearby stream.
                Clive smiled!  The electrical people had connected the generator to a pylon in the middle of the field.  And the national grid were going to pay them by kilowatt hour are generated power.
                ‘The ingots were maxing out of the equipment!’ that was a shear bonus.  An engine shouted. ’25 MW!’.  ‘how much money do I get?’ asked Clive in excitement.  ‘About 120,000 UK pounds a week!’ Dave told him.  Clive smiled.  He walked over to the Dyson rig.
                ‘How much metals are we getting?’ Clive enquired. ‘A constant 120 KGs an hour’ Mary told him.  Quickly Clive got the van.  They divided the metal powder into force and four sample holders.  So they could distribute the weight over the axle.
                He drove it to Smerks –the local coal dealer.  They transferred the heavy samples in to the metallurgy laboratory.  Clive went for a T!
                He came back in an hour.  The staff seemed quite excited!
’25 kg of gold
16 our silver (Clive was disappointed!)
36 of copper and 20 of platinum’ he was told.  He sat down.  ’17,658 pounds’ he was informed.  How many weeks did you pan the river for that gold?  And which river?  That is one hell of a concentration’ he was informed.
                ’17,000’ Clive checked.  ‘and 648 pounds’ the gold agent told him!  ‘it was left to me by my uncle’ he misinformed him as he drove back to the field.
                Susan met him.  ‘we have arranged for metallurgy lorry to collect the five tonnes of metal dust will get every week’.  ‘it will never run out’ Clive gloated.
                He did the calculations!  Our 120,000 pounds for the electricity.  180,000 pounds for the gold in week one.  By week six probably only 700!
                Simon wandered over morosely. ‘dry rot!’ he complained.  ‘4.6 million to put it right’ Simon finished.
                ‘give me six months and I will give you the money!  Clive offered. ‘after all I did like dandelions!’
Jonathan Thomason       JonThm9@aol.com

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