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Sunday, July 18, 2010

SteamBoyz: Skyward


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by kvb (the hubby)
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Jane and Jade were sitting in the chart room.

The seven guests were in the mess room. Tiny Bubble did not have accommodations for seven passengers per se but the mess room could accommodate a couple of people sleeping on the chaise or settee in addition to the very tight accommodations for six in the berthing.

The Nederlandish Pig was so well trained that he could put the toilet seat down and use the toilet correctly without missing. Only once the Tiny Bubble had pitched him over while he was doing his business. Oh the indignity!

But now that everybody was awake, passengers and pig gathered in the mess room. It was quite cozy really. The circular semispherical sapphire hatches had been undogged and opened to let in the warm moist tropical air of the Atlantic and the sun was high in the sky.

A couple of passengers had dropped fishing lines out of a couple of the opened hatches. The ocean was smooth as glass as they were in the doldrums now. But doldrums or no, the engines churned and the isoprops, both starboard and port, having been configured for surface sailing these past few days drove the Bubble to the south west at an easy pace.

Yesterday, Jane had rung up ahead one-third on the engine order telegraph and Jade had answered it at a rather more leisurely interval than Jane liked. The ships wheel was set dead straight and the engine governors were linked to the gyroscopic compass to maintain the bearing.

The Origin of Species had just been published by Charles Darwin, and Jade was reading that. Jane was reading something steampunkish. Jade wondered at the natural selection that would have created a jellyfish as she allowed her mind to wonder and looked out the hatch at the millions of pink blobs that had suddenly appeared below the surface of the water.

A million pink jellyfish, all twenty to thirty centimeters in diameter floating to the surface en masse. What primitive instinct encoded in that rudimentary brain stem could cause that? Was it a search for food? Could they possibly need the light for some symbiotic photosynthesizing organism in their largely translucent bodies? A nagging feeling of impending disaster pricked at the back of her mind as she pondered these questions.

The engines stopped and the three steam relief valves lifted in order of their setpoints

. . . 175 atmospheres . . .

. . . 178 atmospheres . . .

. . . 181 atmospheres . . .

The roar of precious fresh water being dumped overboard in the form of superheated steam was so alarming that the Nederlandish pig relieved himself as he shot under the nearest settee.

Jane jumped up and smashed her head so hard on the bookcase above that she had to sit down again, her vision blurred and spinning and blood streaming down her face.

Jade was down the engine room ladder in a flash. She shut off the reaction air supply and opened the overboard steam dump valve. This was a much larger valve that allowed the steam to discharge below the waterline. The relief valves popped shut and there was only a dull roar of the steam escaping through the dump valve. The heat in the reactor was being transferred overboard rapidly and pretty soon Jade had shut the dump valve too so that silence reigned.

Jade cursed and went to examine the condenser. She shut all of the condenser seawater valves, both intake and discharge, then dug out a large spud wrench and went to work on the access hatches at the intake end of the condenser. Before she took the last couple of nuts off of their studs, she wrapped a cloth around her face to guard against the smell and went to get some volunteers.

Jane was being treated for a head wound and the Pigs owner was cleaning up that mess, but the other passengers all volunteered to help. They were comforted by Jade’s easy calm.


She brought them down the two ladders to the engine room lower level and said “I’m going into the condenser. You pass one of these buckets into me and I’ll pass it out after a couple of minutes. You then take it up to the bridge and dump it out the hatch and into the ocean and return.”

A couple of hours later, the jellyfish were cleared from the condenser. Jade thanked her volunteers. She had decided that the time had come to deploy the dirigible and to simply fly away from the offending jellyfish. Then she could get the reactor back on line using air cooling.

Deploying the dirigible took some doing with no steam available. She had to manually jack the silk locker dogs open and then jack the heavy doors open. The helium over pressure in the silk locker was lost to the atmosphere, but there was plenty of helium on board.

After the silk locker doors were fully opened, she opened the dirigible fill valves and the silk opened. She had to fill them slowly since there was no preheating steam for the helium. It was nightfall by the time the Tiny Bubble lifted herself out of the ocean and rose into the sky.

A little while later Jade had configured the all-important condenser for flight operation and had started the reactor at low power. As the reactor started to produce steam she rolled the cooling air turbines to warm them and started them up. She noted movement on the condenser vacuum gauge with satisfaction. She then started the cavitation controlled condensate injection pumps in the same manner and noted the level in the reactor start to come up.

Having filled the reactor with some purified water, she reconfigured the isoprops for flight operation, rolled and started their turbines and synched their governors to the gyroscopic compass and the same heading as they had started the day at.

The Nederlandish pig emerged from his shelter and sniffed. He was becoming less sure of how much he liked this contraption he was in.

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by kvb (the hubby)
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* image sources sky, jellyfish

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Saturday, July 17, 2010

SteamBoyz: Birth of a Bubble

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The Bulla Parvula was a compact little ship. But she was heavy. Her shell was ten centimeters thick of a wondrously strong and light metal that had been newly discovered and named titanium.

Jade’s particular friend and mentor, Dr. Constantine Lorentz, who had been the preeminent physicist at Oxford until his death had discovered it. It was actually a quite abundant resource everywhere in the Earth’s crust. It was just that the process of extracting it took a lot of electricity, and electricity was poorly understood.

An associate of Dr. Lorentz had discovered a deposit of titanium in Greenland one summer that was very rich. The two professors, with Jade van Oort as an assistant were rightfully convinced that this was the only deposit of its sort in existence and that they should examine it closely and not necessarily let on about its existence.

They explored the possibilities of extracting and alloying this titanium in various ways. This went on for awhile and after various laborious chemical and thermo-electrical processes were tried, they finally hit upon a process and a resultant alloy that seemed ideal for the application of this titanium.

Jade and the two professors were quite wrapped up in their work. The ship, the Godwit, they had retained had been sent out for supplies and returned with them. It was sent out again for more supplies when the Greenland winter descended on the three and they were stranded.

They made good use of their time and produced a great many eight stone titanium ingots. In the end, however, Professor Krantz, Dr. Lorentz’ associate, was destined to stay in Greenland in a shallow grave on account of pneumonia.

Eventually the Godwit returned and the crew wondered at the heavy ingots they were stowing in the ship's hold. Dr. Lorentz demonstrated to them that it was not precious because it was not nearly dense enough.

He did comparisons with gold and silver that a sailor with very little salt in his brainpan could understand. In the end, he said that this was a structural metal – it had no military value nor any intrinsic value. They were to transport it to England for further study. The crew seemed to accept this, though the first mate who was quite well educated was scribbling madly in a notebook.

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Aboard the Godwit, Jade had become friends with that first mate who was so curious about the titanium and it turned out that he was very much an inventor himself. His name was Thomas MacDowney, the son of a certain Scottish Lord Ewan MacDowney.

Thomas and Jade had spent much time discussing the possibilities of using the titanium in a hull. Thomas was particularly interested in submersibles whereas Jade was interested in aeronautical applications.

They batted ideas around and Thomas was amazingly receptive to Jade’s ideas considering that she was a young woman, and women were generally not to be taken seriously. In fact, Jade was a very good judge of character, for she had surrounded herself with a whole constellation of men who had abandoned the long held notion of male intellectual superiority.

In Norwich, Thomas and Jade parted company. Thomas returned to his father’s manor to work out all the hoop stresses and framework for a submersible to be made of titanium. He took some titanium with him for testing and remained in frequent contact with Jade, updating her with his progress, and being updated in return.

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By the time they returned to Oxford, England, having stored the thousands of ingots in a warehouse in Norwich, Dr. Lorentz’ interests had moved on to another material: sapphire.

Jade, as his assistant, necessarily adjusted her interests to dovetail with his, though the titanium remained very much on her mind.

Jade’s progress took a decidedly unexpected, and in her thinking, a not necessarily very useful turn. But the research into the synthesis of sapphire – actually growing sapphire crystals under conditions of extreme pressure and temperature – was quite interesting.

Jade wrote a paper with Dr. Lorentz on the subject and was awarded a doctor of philosophy as a result. Some older and more conservative professors were dismayed at the idea of conferring the honor of fellowship on a woman, but the honor was conferred, and rightfully so. At this point, Jade left Dr. Lorentz to labor in solitude on his sapphire and she set out Africa with her sister Jane.

Why they were going to Africa Jade could not quite ascertain. Jane had mysterious ways and Jade had learned early in her life that getting an explanation from her older sister was like getting blood from a stone. Going to Africa was simply a lark for Jade, a chance to spend some time with her inscrutable sister.

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They traveled to central Africa, the Adamawa Emirate, a region that was coming under German control. Deep in the interior of that region they came to a small village near Lake Nios. That was where the strangest thing to ever happen to either Jane or Jade or any of the others in their party occurred.

A fireball fell to earth.

It fell into the lake, almost at the shore. The lake is a volcanic crater, so the lake shore was a thin layer of soil over cooled basaltic lava. The fireball smashed into the water perhaps ten meters from the shore where the village was situated, burrowed through the thin layer of soil and onto the basalt with a loud roar and a concussion which sent villagers, travelers and livestock sprawling.

The villagers were quite alarmed and swarmed up the hill and away from the lake. Jane and her party of travelers including Jade followed. The livestock stood dumbly in confusion, and this was their undoing, for the lake burped!

A great bubble of gas erupted from the center of the lake. Villagers and visitors alike all turned to watch this spectacle and were amazed to see the cattle all simply drop dead where they had stood.

Jade surmised immediately that the gas that the lake had burped up was poisonous. She cautioned all to stay at altitude above the lake for a time. A day passed and some villagers were anxious to return to their domiciles.

A cackle of hyena, however, was seen to venture down to the shore to feast on one of the cattle. As they approached, several of the lead females started to stumble and the others in the group hesitated. The lead female was soon dead and the rest of the cackle, some noticeably unsteady on their feet, retreated back up the hill opposite to where the humans were situated. Any notions of returning to the village were put aside at that point.

Jade had determined that she wanted to retrieve whatever was at the center of that fireball. It was obviously massive since it had caused such a concussion.

About a week after the event, a storm came through with fierce winds which cleared the carbon dioxide from the valley of the lake.

Jade decided that it must have been carbon dioxide that the lake burped out because the vegetation around the lake had positively thrived in the absence of animals and insects to eat it.

The villagers were happy to butcher and preserve their dead cattle, which were already remarkably well preserved having lain where they died in an almost pure carbon dioxide atmosphere.

The villagers looked up to Jade now since she obviously knew things they didn’t and had saved their skins by preventing them from going down to their village too early. They had some trepidation about going out on the lake in their skiffs, and even more about diving into the water, but Jade demonstrated that the water was safe when she dove in herself and swam down about three meters to the crater which was formed by the fireball.

What she saw puzzled her. It appeared to be a bell that was one meter in length and diameter. It was deeply embedded in the fractured lava rock, but completely intact.

She swam back to the surface and took a gulp of air and grabbed onto the skiff before her dress, which she had tied off between her legs, and her petticoat dragged her under again. The villagers were far more practical about the matter of diving and did not encumber themselves with too much in the way of clothes as they went down to look at this bell themselves. They had soon attached ropes and hooks to the bell and cheerfully dragged it out of the water and to the shore.

Jane was not at all convinced that any effort should be expended in retrieving the bell, dragging it for nearly two hundred kilometers to the delta near Limbe, then transported by sea to England. Jade had never been one to stand up to her sister before, but on this she was emphatic.

“It is almost perfectly bell shaped! It is completely undamaged by its fall from the heavens. Indeed, it shows not the least bit of spalling or sintering from what must have been a very hot ride through the heavens to here at our feet. Who knows how this came into existence. It could very well have been made by Martians!”

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Three months later the bell was in Oxford in Dr. Lorentz’ laboratory. Dr. Lorentz was mildly bemused by the bell that fell from space, but was much preoccupied by seeming breakthroughs he was making in the field of sapphire synthesis. His breakthrough involved a giant precisely rotating potter’s wheel and a large, high-pressure accretion chamber. Jade fell into the role of helper once again and they started to produce large sapphire spheres and hemispheres with walls as thick as twenty-five centimeters.

Jade sent one of the smaller hemispheres to Scotland for Thomas to examine. A few weeks later she got a detailed letter from him describing a ship that he wanted to build.

“It will be 18 meters long and 8 meters in diameter. It will require all of the titanium which you have in storage in Norwich. It will also require semi-spherical windows with the following specifications: ...” Here, Thomas proceeded to enumerate the specifications for the forty-nine sapphire semi-spheres to be used as windows to the world from the pressure hull, all of differing sizes and convexities.

Dr. Lorentz was quite surprised to have an order for his sapphire. But Thomas had real money to spend and Dr. Lorentz was always in a state of being impecunious, so the sapphire semi-spheres were made exactly to specification and the titanium was shipped. Dr. Lorentz and Jade were both very intrigued by what Thomas was putting together in the Highlands.

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Jade, meanwhile, had begun testing her bell as time permitted. The heat transfer abilities of the bell she ascertained quickly enough. She pondered for many days the question of how the bell had come to be the shape that it was. She surmised that her bell had begun its career through the heavens as a rugby ball shaped solid piece of material which was rotating about its axis of least moment of inertia just like a well thrown rugby ball.

“What material is this?”

It was not even remotely like anything that she had ever encountered amongst the tens of thousands of samples that were resident in the vast collection of Dr. Lorentz and his colleagues at Oxford.

Jade extrapolated her genesis theory for the bell further by surmising that the bell had tremendous angular velocity -- like the gyroscopes that were coming into use for the stabilization of ships, compasses and naval guns – as it began its decent through the atmosphere of the earth.

Spalling and sintering had indeed occurred contrary to what she had said to Jane in Africa. This spalling and sintering had resulted in material flaking off the rear end until there was a concave volume much like the inside of a bell. It had also resulted in the bell essentially polishing itself in its decent. The tremendous heat of going through the atmosphere had tempered the material and its plunge into lake Nios had quenched it and introduced the microchannels on the concave part of the bell which were the only seeming defects in the material that was otherwise, in Jade’s mind, utterly perfect.

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Dr. Lorentz had, in his lab, some large flasks full of heavy water. A few years ago, one of his students, a certain Eva McGregor – Dr. Lorentz had always been quite forward thinking and chose his assistants and students based on merit and ability and not on gender or genealogy – had developed what she called a differential distillation cascade that had produced the heavy water.

Jade inverted the bell one night and put the heavy water into the bell. Nothing occurred. She submerged the bell completely and heated up the water. Nothing happened at first until the small nucleate boiling steam bubbles started to rise into the concave part of the bell at which point there was a steam explosion and jade had to retreat for fear of being scalded.

But the implications were profound. The excess heat which had caused the steam explosion had been produced within the bell and not by the coal furnace she was using to heat the water within her contraption. She had boiled heavy water before and it had not produced excess heat. Somehow the bell caused it to produce excess heat!

Jade made a diamond drill and drilled a hole into top of her bell. This was a laborious process which took several days and resulted in her having to rehabilitate the drill a dozen times. Even after this she had drilled only a small hole partially through the bell. She then attached a pressure fitting to her hole and attempted to pump heavy water into the rock. The injection pump the used could produce a couple of thousand atmospheres of pressure, but the bell remained dry. However, when she checked underneath, the concave part of the bell was moist.

Her experiments continued in this manner for a couple of years. During this time, Dr. Lorentz had slowly started to fall into a sort of dementia. By the time he died, Jade had worked out just what was happening in her bell and how best to configure it as a boiler with pure heavy water as a fuel.

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Dr. Constatine Lorentz was an old man when he died. He was predeceased by most of his colleagues there at the materials lab at Oxford, and the cavernous lab was coveted by other departments. Many of Dr. Lorentz’s past students and assistants came to his funeral and paid their respects. Professor Eva McGregor was there. Thomas MacDowney also came at Jade's invitation.

Late one night, after the funeral, the Bulla Parvula was born. The three of them were talking casually about their various projects. Thomas described his submersible and Jade her reactor boiler. Prof Eva, who had become a consummate tinkerer and inventor of gadgets and gizmos, listened to Thomas and Jade for a while, then she started asking questions:

“Why not make it fly too?”

“What do you breathe under water?”

“Where do you get your heavy water from?”

Both Thomas and Prof Eva were from wealthy Scottish families who lived in the Highlands. They were actually related as distant cousins. Eva said that she had a massive stone house with a wing which would serve as a lab and a manufactory for the Bulla.

All the materials, samples and apparatus at the lab were crated and loaded onto drays with the understanding that it was still the property of Oxford and was being lent, long term, to the lab at Castle McGregor under the auspices of McGregor-MacDowney-van Oort.

The drays wended their way north and eventually found their way to Castle McGregor. Thomas’ submersible pressure hull with its numerous sapphire viewing ports was also brought over from his considerably smaller Ardshare Manor on a large skid drawn by all the mules and mule skinners who were to be had in the district.

McGregor-MacDowney-van Oort, meanwhile worked out details and committed plans to detailed drawings and manuals. They revised and redrew and experimented and were happy. The sapphire sphere reactor with the Lorentzitite bell – having been named in honor of the late Dr. Constatine Lorentz – and all necessary piping was manufactured and tested.

The reactor worked beautifully and won Jade the admiration of both Thomas and Prof Eva as well as establishing her, by far the youngest of the three, as the project leader. The reactor sphere was installed in the lower engineering level of Thomas’s pressure hull.

Prof Eva developed an extensive apparatus to capture and process the helium byproduct of the reactor. She also developed high capacity apparatus including pumps to utilize the helium in the silk dirigible as well as the trim tanks and silk locker. Tanks were installed inside the pressure hull to hold everything from heavy water, potable water, black and gray water and other liquids to air, helium, carbon dioxide and other gasses. The lowest part of the pressure hull became the home of the condenser which could be configured to use either air or water for cooling.

Communication voice tubes were installed. The topmost level became home to the bridge in the very front. Aft of the bridge and starboard was a chart room while to port was a mess room which also served for recreation, meetings and as a sitting room. Just aft and inboard of the mess room was the galley and pantry. Outboard of the galley to port was a berthing area with two stacks of three bunks with coffin lockers under each.

This berthing was three meters long and two and a half wide. The captain’s stateroom was a small berthing space outboard to starboard of the galley and was accessed through the chart room. There was also a head with a shower between the chartroom and the mess room.

It had become apparent to Jade by now that she was going to be the engineer, so she established her own berthing forward on the second deck. She also provided herself with her own head. Her berthing was quite Spartan, consisting of a platform on top of the tool storage cabinet. Nor was it enclosed since she wanted to be able to hear any changes in the rumblings and whining of the machinery.

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Jane, at this point, had become quite interested in the Bulla as a tool for The Society. She also provided the answers to two particularly vexing technical issues through her association with a Naturalist who had ventured deep into the Amazon rainforests of Brazil.

McGregor-MacDowney-van Oort had been wondering how to buoy the Bulla as an airship. The materials which were available to make the dirigible out of were quite heavy not completely impervious to helium. The use of hydrogen was out of the question due to its extreme volatility.

They were currently looking at a dirigible which was five hundred meters long and two hundred in diameter. When stowed for submerged operations, this dirigible would require a sack as big as the Bulla herself to hold it and would have to be towed behind or above. Jane’s Naturalist friend, Professor Sylvia Southerland, also of The Society, solved this in two ways.

First, she had discovered a silk worm who produced the finest, strongest, lightest most exquisite silk.

Secondly, she discovered the helix puniceus who ate the leaves of a certain lupine. From these two species came the famous and much sought after aeronautical silk.

All of a sudden McGregor-MacDowney-van Oort were looking at a dirigible which was a fifth of the size of the original and could be stowed within the pressure hull of the Bulla just above the main deck where the bridge and berthing was in the silk locker.

The other problem which vexed McGregor-MacDowney-van Oort was what to do when the air ran out while submerged.

Professor Southerland provided a quantity of deep saltwater zooplankton which solved this problem. The cabin air was dumped through cylinders containing trillions of these zooplankton and they consumed the carbon dioxide and expelled oxygen. But instead of using the sun for an energy source, they required hot water with a lot of ammonia in it.

~*~

Ten years after Jade had met Thomas and returned to Norwich with that Greenland titanium, the Bulla Parvula went out for her first shake down cruise. The cruise went rather well with just a few problems identified and fixed.

After a couple of additional shake down cruises, she was officially christened Bulla Parvula by The Society with Jade as the engineer and Jane as the captain. Thomas and Prof Eva continued their collaborations at Castle McGregor, occasionally coming on board for a cruise.

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by kvb (the hubby)
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* Bulla Parvula affectionately called the Tiny Bubble by Captain Jane

* image source fireball

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Friday, July 16, 2010

SteamBoyz: Tiny Bubble - Surface


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Jade was fast asleep. She was dreaming about fishing. It was a beautiful sunny day and she was on a jetty trying to catch fish. Jade was not a fisherman, so this was a curious dream to be having. Some man was there saying “When you feel a bite, you have to set the hook!” She felt a little tugging on the rod and gave it a good jerk to pull that nasty barbed hook into the flesh inside the fish’s mouth. Only this fish wasn’t going to get hooked. Instead, the hook flew out of the water and straight at Jade. She dove onto the breakwater she was standing on to avoid the flying hook and the next thing she knew, she was in the water with the fish laughing at her. Laughing at her! What a funny sound that laughter was too. It sounded just like the growler of the 21MC engineering com circuit.

Jade floated up slowly to consciousness and dragged herself out of bed. She went over to the voice tube and said “Engineering”. Jane was on the other end of course. When the crew of a ship consists of one captain and one engineer, it is never too difficult to guess who is calling.

Jane said “I think we should surface and take it easy for a few days.”

“What about that blimp that was following us?”

“We’ve been submerged for four days now and I would guess that we lost them.”

Jade pondered this for a moment and said “Surfacing.”

Surfacing was an easy evolution. Jade simply had to blow the trim tanks which ringed the tiny bubble. She went to her console and pulled a couple of dozen knobs out. The actuated helium valves opened and allowed high pressure helium to displace the sea water that was in the trim tanks. The helium bubbled to the tops of the tanks and forced the sea water out of opened valves on the bottoms of the tanks.

Once the water was out of the trim tanks, she closed all the valves from her console and watched a pressure gauge as it indicated decreasing pressure. The tiny bubble floated up to the surface. For each ten meters she rose, the pressure gauge indicated almost one atmosphere less. When she reached the surface, the pressure gauge indicated one atmosphere and Jade called up to Jane “surfaced.”

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by kvb (the hubby)
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* image source steampunk fish

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Tuesday, July 13, 2010

SteamBoyz: Tiny Bubble - Submerge


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Jane cranked on the 21MC growler and waited by the voicetube for her sister’s eventual terse response “Engineering.”

“Engineering, bridge. Bring us to a depth of one thousand meters by normal procedures executed with great dispatch and alacrity.” Jane said. She didn’t like the look of the fire-ball that had been attempting to catch them for days now.

The Bulla was approaching the recovery coordinates and she wanted to be safely submerged before she approached it and tried to wrestle the treasures aboard. She was hoping that Jade would be able to get them from their current elevation of 3000 meters above the sea to safely hidden in the cold dark depths before that flying hydrogen buoyed bomb.

“Make depth one thousand meters, engineering, aye.” And that was it.

Jade opened the steam supply valve for the noble gas compressor until it hit its open stop. She then backed it a quarter turn off that stop and went to the console where she pulled out a number of knobs which caused steam actuated helium recovery valves to open. These valves were attached to flexible non-collapsible hoses which went to the cells in the silk and allowed the helium to be sucked out of the cells. The helium was sucked out by the compressor and compressed into the high pressure helium storage cylinders.

The Bulla started to lose altitude, at first slowly, then at an increasing rate. Jade, meanwhile hurried around the Bulla with her dogging hammer. From the bridge, through the galley, the library, the head, the berthing, the chart room, the storage lockers, up to the observation deck and all points in between, the passengers and Captain Jane herself scurried this way and that to stay out of her way as she rampaged, furiously smashing the dogs on hatches until they were tight, setting valves, cranking and hammering home wheel operated fittings and ensuring that the Bulla would first float, then submerge.

Jane and her passengers breathed a sigh of relief as Jade disappeared down the fireman pole into her particular, private and inviolate domain that was the second and third deck which comprised engineering. She didn’t need to set any watertight fittings in the engineering spaces since she kept them set as a matter of course.

She checked the altitude of the Bulla and found that she was three hundred meters from crashing into the ocean at a rate that would do the Bulla and her occupants some serious damage. She quickly closed those helium recovery valves that were open and opened some fill valves. The silk cells quickly reinflated and by the time the Bulla hit the water, she did so with a barely perceptible bump.

Jade then opened nearly all the helium recovery valves and increased the reaction air to the sphere. Soon the steam pressure was up to 30 atmospheres and the noble gas compressor was screaming along. Helium was sucked out of the bottom-most cells first whereupon that part of the balloon was pulled into silk locker by steam cylinder operated manipulating arms and compacted.

Within fifteen minutes of plopping onto the surface of the ocean, the silk was completely compacted into the silk locker. The locker hatch was sealed by remotely operated dogs. Jade then applied a helium over-pressure to the inside of the locker to test that it was indeed water tight, which it was, as well as to help preserve the silk in a helium atmosphere.

Jade operated some pedals which opened additional helium recovery valves. This helium was being recovered from the blow tanks which ringed the Bulla and allowed her to float like any other ship. As the helium was removed from these tanks, sea water came in through vent valves at the bottoms of each of these three dozen tanks. As the buoyancy of these tanks reduced, the Bulla sank.

Jane watched the mysterious companion which had been shadowing them for two days now. Within fifteen minutes of giving the order to her sister, the Bulla had landed on the ocean surface, and within a half hour the silk was stowed.

It took only couple of minutes more before the claxon sounded and Jade screamed over the 1MC “DIVE! DIVE!” and the Bulla started to slip below the waves.

In this time the stranger had most certainly increased its way and had been attempting to reach them before they could submerge. However the stranger was still 5 kilometers away when Jane lost sight of them as the periscope too slipped below the waves. She would have to congratulate Jade on pulling off this evolution in so short a time, but not now. Jade was still scampering all over the Bulla checking water tight integrity and realigning the condenser for direct water contact.

Twenty minutes later the 21MC growled next to Jane. She leaned into the voicetube and said “Bridge.”

“Bridge, engineering. Depth is now one thousand meters.”

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* image source periscope

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Friday, July 9, 2010

SteamBoyz: Tiny Bubble

Not your ordinary snails...

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Bulla Parvula, or as she was more affectionately known to her captain and single crew member—Tiny Bubble – was to be made ready to be under way to Brasil. This took some doing as she was at cold iron, having sat in Scotland for the past month. Jade woke up at first light and got busy with what would be an exhausting day. Jade always ensured that there was sufficient heavy water on board to start the two meter diameter sapphire boiling-water reactor humming along nicely.

To begin the process of starting the reactor, Jade opened the compressed air supply valve. There was still high pressure air in the receiver. The air entered the sphere through the reaction air manifold on the bottom and filtered through a sintered carbon diffuser and emerged as an upward flowing cascade of micro bubbles. These bubbles rose up into the bell shaped Lorentzitite catalytic converter. Upon contact with the Lorentzitite, each bubble would suddenly and violently collapse, creating the ultra high and highly localized temperatures and pressures needed to fuse the deuterons and tritons.

The heavy water which contained the deuterium and tritium was injected through the top of the sphere through the heavy water manifold and into the Lorentzitite where it made its way to the inner surface through the micro channels that is one of the several amazing features of this natural and extremely rare mineral.

Another remarkable feature of Lorentzitite is that at its surface, the bubbles collapse and the fusion of deuterons and tritons into helium and a neutron is essentially catalyzed by the mechanical, chemical and crystalline structure of the material.

A third feature of the Lorentzitite is the amazing heat transfer characteristics which allow heat to transfer from the inside of the bell to the outside and into the cooling water. The cooling water was pumped into the sphere from six injection ports around the equator of the sapphire sphere. This water was injected by 12 stage high pressure feed pumps at about 25 atmospheres. The feedwater would then be heated by the Lorentzitite bell and turn into steam to be drawn off through a large steam manifold which also came off the top and carried high pressure steam to each of the various loads.

A fourth wonder of Lorentzitite is that it develops no boiler scale, so there was never any cleaning that needed to occur. Boiler scale would simply flake off of the bell before it got to be more than a millimeter big and fall to the bottom of the sphere where it was flushed out and discarded periodically.

Jade busied herself with her valve line-ups. Pretty soon the eerie blue glow of bremsstrahlung emanating from the sphere indicated that the fusion reaction was happening. Soon there was nucleate boiling on the outer surface of the bell, then a departure from nucleate boiling and the pressure of the sphere rose slightly until the unloaders started to dump steam directly into the condensers.

At this point, Jade started to supply steam to various loads. She turned down the reaction air supply since she didn’t need much steam initially. She started to send steam through all the various steam supply pipes to their loads. This was a long process since the pipes themselves had to be heated up slowly. As the pipes heated up, she rolled the turbines ever so slowly to heat them up evenly and prevent bowing and water-hammer.

Bulla Parvula had several turbines, including the SSTG ships service turbine generator, the isoprop engines, the massive high-volume high pressure noble gas compressor, a fire pump, the feed and condensate pumps, the reaction air compressor, and the line shaft turbine. By now, Phoebus and his golden chariot had reached his highest point and was starting his career down to the western horizon. Jade had been at work for eight hours.

Jade was satisfied that she had gotten the engine room into good order. The turbines were rolling freely and slowly. All the pipes were hot and all condensation had been removed. The condenser had a vacuum and all systems were in good order.

The next major evolution she had to perform was deploying the balloon. She opened valves on high pressure cylinders which contained helium. This helium filled cells of a huge silk balloon which was folded up and stored in the “silk locker” on the top of the Bulla Parvula. This was the special aeronautical silk, woven tightly and laid out with the leaves of a certain Lupine plant covering it. A species of snail would dine on that lupine plant and in the process leave a slime trail on the silk. Millions of these snails were set to work and ultimately their slime trails seamlessly covered the entire silk balloon with an impermeable and durable brilliant purple layer which prevented the loss of the very precious helium.

As the cells filled, the balloon unfolded from the locker and started to take on the shape of a giant rugby ball, attached to the Bulla Parvula by thousands of sheets which she would ultimately be suspended, and by the filling and deflation lines which controlled altitude during flight and ensured that as little precious helium was lost as possible. The cells filled rapidly. There were no constraints upon filling the silk, as it was called. The helium and the cylinders cooled as the helium was discharged, but some thin coils of copper steam pipe with wet, low pressure steam prevented freeze-ups and it would take many hours for the oblong spheroid that provided nearly two hundred and fifty metric tons of buoyancy to fill, and Jade still had much to do.

Jade went back to check the pressure of the sapphire sphere and made some adjustments. A happy byproduct of the reaction that was occurring was the production of helium, a rare and valuable commodity indeed. Many people took their chances with the much more abundant and buoyant hydrogen.

Many of these people came to grief too since the hydrogen so readily exploded. Also, while aeronautical silk was impermeable to helium, it was not impermeable to the much lighter molecular weight hydrogen, so a tremendous amount of surplus gas would need to be brought along for any trip.

In the sapphire sphere, the deuterium and tritium fused into helium and released a lot of heat in the process. This helium rose to the top of the Lorentzitite bell and a tube allowed it to escape through another small penetration in the sphere and into a receiver. Jade wanted to make sure to capture all the helium for future use or for sale.

Jade continued to bring systems on line. She warmed up the main engines that drove the two isoprops. She opened and closed valves to exercise the various rudders, and other control surfaces. She brought the water purification system online for use in skimming seawater while in flight, purifying it, extracting heavy water and so on. There were thousands of valves. Some were ball cocks, throttles, gates, globes, self actuated, relief, remotely actuated. The engineers console was in fact very similar to the console of a very large and complex church organ.

Jade wiped the sweat from her brow and shook her head vigorously to try to clear the fatigue. It had been ten hours since she had started preparing the Bulla Parvula for getting underway. The balloon was finally full enough that it raised the Bulla Parvula up a couple of meters until the mooring line to an anchor ring on the ground went taut. Jade called out to Jane “Tiny Bubble is ready to get underway! All systems are at hot standby.”

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by kvb (the hubby)
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* image source Alex Pribnow's steampunk snails

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Monday, May 3, 2010

Raven Stole the Moon by Garth Stein

Raven Stole the Moon
by Garth Stein

Published: 2010
Genre: Northwest fiction
Paperback: 445 pages

Description from the amazon:
In this "moving...unpredictable and absorbing debut" (Publishers Weekly), Garth Stein brilliantly invokes his Native American heritage and its folklore to create an electrifying supernatural thriller.

When Jenna Rosen abandons her comfortable Seattle life to revisit Wrangell, Alaska, it's a wrenching return to her past. Long ago the home of her Native American grandmother, Wrangell is located near the Thunder Bay resort where Jenna's young son, Bobby, drowned two years before. There, determined to lay to rest the aching mystery of his death, she hears whispers of Tlingit legends that tell of powerful, menacing forces -- and discovers a frightening new possibility about Bobby's fate.

Warned by a practicing shaman against disturbing the legendary kushtaka -- soul-stealing predators that stalk the netherworld between land and sea, the living and the dead -- Jenna turns to Eddie, a local fisherman, to help her separate fact from myth. But she can't deny her protective motherly instincts, and Jenna's quest for the truth about her son -- and the strength of her beliefs -- is about to pull her into a terrifying, life-changing abyss....

Hubby's review:
I read Raven Stole the Moon by Garth Stein and enjoyed it immensely. It pulled me right in and took me on a ride to the end. There was a jarring pothole along the way that took away from the experience for me however.

The characters in Raven Stole the Moon are compelling in their human frailty and perfidy. The main character is Jenna, who is married to Robert. They are young, she is pretty, he is successful and they live in Seattle. They had a son who died and the story begins on the second anniversary of his death. The death of the son is what the story is about. We quickly move on to Alaska and the ancestral lands of the Tlingit. There we meet other characters: a shaman for hire; a construction project manager; a private investigator’s muscle man; a dog; a disabled fisherman; Raven; Land Otter. . .

Raven is a trickster god. Like Loki and Anansi he is powerful. He occupies a world where time is not linear. It is a world where gods and men interact out of time and place. Raven comes from a mythopoeic tradition that has been documented by scholars such as Robert Bringhurst and first Americans such as Bill Reid. The documentation is an incomplete and painful goodbye to a tradition which has seen the last the mythspeakers die. With the mythspeakers gone, all that is left to us is a sterile scholarly view of the traditions.

Raven Stole the Moon is a novel that takes place in and touches on the traditions and themes of the Pacific Northwest. As noted in the book, there were two major tribes along the northwest coast, the Haida and the Tlingit. An important god amongst these people is Raven. Raven is, was and always will be. He is responsible for humans emerging from the clam shell. His trickery and thievery oftentimes inadvertently benefits mankind. He prominently occupies a pantheon that includes bear, eagle, killer whale, and many others including otter. Raven was rescued from drowning by Land Otter, who was rewarded with powers of his own. As stated by the shaman in this story, and perfectly consistent with all mythopoeic traditions, Land Otter is neither good nor evil.

At some point though, Land Otter becomes evil. Not only that, but he becomes a part of our material world, living in linear time and becoming highly anthropomorphized. This is where I almost abandoned the book. A hoard of evil otters led by the Land Otter shaman (a different shaman then the one for hire) running around in an otter den trying to convert Jenna into one of them. That part of the book -- a very important part -- was like pulp science fiction writing rather than the carefully crafted prose that made up the rest.

Aside from that, the rest of the book is wonderful reading. The characters are seldom one-dimensional. The author stated in the afterward that in revising this book from one that was published in 1998, eliminated much of the vulgar language. There is a little gratuitous violence that works itself into the story in the form of the thoroughly one-dimensional private investigator muscle man, but it works well enough. And the ending is . . . well, something you can form your own opinion about.

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Saturday, March 6, 2010

Ponga Boy by Phil Lebherz and Philip Reed

Ponga Boy
by Phil Lebherz and Philip Reed

Published: 2009
Genre: Coming of Age, Sports, YA
Hardback: 180 pages

Description from the amazon:
Ponga Boy is the story of a young Mexican boy s journey from small town fisherman to college soccer megastar. Pichu Castillian, alias Ponga Boy, grew up in an impoverished fishing village at the southern tip of the Baja Peninsula. Pichu is the heart and soul of the dock, a local legend who works the bait fishing boats, or pongas, with his father, and amazes locals and tourists alike with his feats of athleticism. One day he attracts the attention of two American collegiate soccer coaches. After witnessing Pichu s abilities, they offer him the opportunity of a lifetime a tryout with the University of San Francisco soccer team and a full scholarship. Pichu embarks on a journey that goes beyond soccer as he enters a world that challenges everything he s ever known and leads him to confront who he is and what he really wants in life.

Hubby's review:
I read Ponga Boy by Phil Lebherz and Philip Reed as a football fan and as a favor to my wife who asked me to review it. When I refer to football, I am referring to what we call soccer in the United States, but what is known throughout the rest of the world as football. Ponga Boy is directed at a teen age and young adult audience. It is about football. It is about environmentalism. It is about the pressures of modern civilization versus a simpler life. It is about a boy, Pichu -- nicknamed Ponga Boy at a later point in the book -- coming of age.

Ponga Boy is a very readable book. It was not boring and it flowed along well. As a football fan I found it fantastic in the negative sense of the word -- pure fantasy. The authors use the football jargon well enough to describe the footballing. The referees of Ponga Boy are blind or are calling games for Las Vegas. The opposing players get away with flagrant red-card offenses on the ball that no referee could miss. The skills of Pichu are also pure fantasy. At one point, Pichu runs up on one of his own players, jumps onto his shoulder with his cleats, and uses him as a gymnastics springboard to turn a flip and kick a Pele-meets-Nadia Komenich goal. I suppose the player-cum-springboard could be an iron shoulder kung-fu master to be able to withstand having cleats dug into his shoulder, but the utter lack of realism was a detraction for me.

I did say that Ponga Boy is readable however. Ponga Boy is not all, or even mostly about soccer. It is about a boy growing up in a reletively simple lifestyle where a lofty aspiration is for a man to own his own ponga boat. A ponga boat is a small open fishing boat with an outboard motor. Pichu's prodigious football talent is the means by which he is removed from this life and sent to university. At the University of San Francisco, a Jesuit university, he plays football on a scholarship. We spend a good deal of time following his adjustment to life at the university and to his place on the team. He has to figure out how to gain acceptance on the team. This process involves sex, drugs, alcohol, physical competition and a Yoda-like grounds keeper. He also has to figure out his priorities. Through letters and calls he hears that the lifestyle of his village is being threatened by modern fishing practices. Pichu developes an interest in conservation and marine biology and is pulled in two directions. His destiny seems to be to become a football super-megastar who will make us forget Diego Maradona. But the simple lifestyle of his boyhood is calling him and he wants to preserrve it. What will his choice be?

Ponga Boy exults and patronizes the simple life of Pichu's village and derides our lifestyle here in the United States. I'm not going to fault it too much for that since we do lead a very energy-intensive, materialistic and wasteful lifestyle here. But I will fault it because it makes Pichu's choice inevitable. That really doesn't matter though. We always knew that Achilles would kill Hector. For all its readability, and despite its inevitability, Ponga Boy is worth the time if you want to be entertained, but not be intellectually taxed too much. It is a good read for it's intended audience.

* guest post review by hubby - kvb (thanks)

*review copy
Thanks to Monk Media and Atlas Books

 
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