Thursday, July 30, 2015

The Jons

          “I appreciate your time tonight, Kellum. We never would have imagined these things from our little village,” Jon said, pointing out the electric lights along the streets, and small electric transports similar to the earth vehicles of the late 21st century. The city had grown by two fold in the years since he’d left.  Nothing looked much the same. The streets were still paved with stone, the old buildings still standing, most people still walking and socializing around open fire rings.
               “You see, with this clean light, no soot or ash from the oils, no need to trim wicks or replace mantles, people have found it superior and are willing to pay to receive it.”
               “It must take a considerable amount of refitting,” Ensign Samuels commented. 
               “Just more people working, earning, supporting their families and being able to send their children to schools.”
               “If I may ask, where did the idea for the electricity generator come from?” Archer asked, feigning ignorance. “It seems to me the city was happy with oils. We still use them at our home, of course.”
               “It was developed at the University of Orchises. Have you been there? Laskin, you must have studied medicine there. Brooer‘s evening report indicated you have much more education and experience than she first thought.”
               “No, I’m afraid I haven’t.”  Laskin looked at the Admiral and Ensign for a cue.
               “We have a small university in our…mother’s birth town,” Samuels offered.
               “I’m sorry to say I’ve not traveled out of Tammalynnia my whole life,” Kellam said. “But perhaps I will take a transport soon,” he laughed, cuffing Archer on the shoulder again. “Where are you all staying? You weren’t planning on commuting every day from the countryside?”
               “We haven’t selected a place yet,” Jon answered, hoping Kellam might suggest something.
               “Most of us stay in the city for our 4 days, and then spend 4 at home. Tomorrow is my last day on shift, but I can’t be sure of your first shifts in other departments. I’d take you to my place but there’s not enough room.”
               “Can you suggest something?” Archer looked around at the crew and put up his hands in the air.
               “There’s a single room guesthouse a few streets over. It’s run by Reactor Two personnel for people who – “
               “Work at the energy factory. Yes, I’m starting to understand how important this new technology is to the whole community.”
               “I will take my leave of you, Jons. It has been a great pleasure getting to know you all. I have a feeling we will become closer in the years to come,” Kellam boomed and clasped Jon by both shoulders. The man shook Archer a bit and then walked off along an intersecting flat stone road and disappeared.
               “Jons?” Laurel chuckled.
               “I haven’t quite got the name structure around here yet,” Laskin noted.
               “So are you Russell or Laskin? I’m Laurel, not Samuels”.
               “Laskin.”
               “Well it appears we’re collectively Jons, so leave it at that.”
               They walked together in silence for half a kilometer in the direction of the guest house.
               “Something’s missing,” Archer muttered aloud. “There’s no mention of Tellarites, yet the Vulcans found evidence of their technology here. What do you two make of it? I didn’t ask you two about your new employment. Ensign?”
               “Well, sir, the geology is quite interesting. There are large deposits of Monazite sands, and that’s where they are getting the Thorium. It’s right here on the planet. They use electric motors, courtesy of the reactor, to dig out the Monazite. It’s a pretty rich source. But, Thorium can’t be used alone. It needs a neutron to fizzle. It’s radioactive, but hardly the first choice for large energy production.”
               “And?”
               “The reactor is cooled by molten salt, which is also abundant here. I can’t say the Tellarites are bringing in any of the material. But I can guess they are responsible for the technology.”
               “Crewman?”
               “Typical workplace injuries. Falls, cuts, and as I expected, first and second degree burns.”
               “Radiation sickness?”
               “Not today, at least.”

               They continued on in silence.

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