would freak out greens, pacifists and other so called ethically minded people, who clung to bizarre notions of human ethics applied to aliens bent on making us extinct, the military quietly authorized the study of ways to harm the Shaitan biome biologically and chemically.
Thus the guinea pigs were out of their suits for the second day, roaming around in the Shaitan habitat with plastic protection coveralls, but otherwise face open. The Shaitan air inside the habitat was cold, about 15°C. The humidity level was comfortable, but the oxygen level was low – 16%. The air pressure was also lower at about three quarter of sea level on Earth.
All this made working inside the Shaitan habitat tiring. It felt like working on the highest mountains on Earth. Low oxygen and low atmospheric pressure made you breathless and dizzy with the slightest of exertions. However it was a hundred times more comfortable than working inside those thick clumsy suits.
It was hard to believe that the humans had fought a major land battle wearing the same suits, padded with Mr. Gupta’s foam. When it comes to survival, humans ignore any inconvenience and fight for their lives. Jorge’s biggest gripe however was that coffee could only be heated to about 70°C before it started boiling in this low air pressure, an then it cooled too fast in this damned cold air.
Jorge drank his coffee fast before it turned cold. Then he gestured towards Ramesh and said. “Drink up before it turns to Irish cold coffee. Dr. Computer genius, you are having a look at the Shaitan fusion reactor, while me and the wife here are going to spend some quality time playing with the alien goo that is allegedly a computer.”
There was a mischievous twinkle in Jorge’s eyes which indicated that he was up to no good. Mischa suspected that the Shaitan computer was the last thing in Jorge’s mind. He had naughtier things in his mind, once he was alone with Mischa. She gave a fake stern look. Well… what the heck… men need their incentives from time to time.
Ramesh shrugged as he got up gulping the rest of the coffee, the damn thing had gotten cold in just over 5 minutes. What was the harm he thought? He was wasting his time in front of an alien computer, now he will waste his time in front of an alien fusion reactor. He realized he knew as little about the alien computer as he would be expected to know about the alien fusion reactor, so how did it make a difference?
The fusion reactor was placed bang in the middle of the habitat, at the mid-levels. Either the Shaitans were very casual about safety, or the reactor technology was such that there was no danger of an explosion or radiation leaks.
The reactor was running, that much they could make out, since the entire habitat was fully powered. They had taken the Geiger counters right next to it, and it had shown no appreciable levels of radiation. So it was safe for humans to approach right next to it. Ramesh stood in front of the spheroid reactor nearly 3 meters in diameter.
The upper hemisphere was covered with a hemispherical metal cover, and the lower hemisphere was embedded and resting on a huge square block. The hemispherical cover was shiny metal, but the block was covered in slimy goo like almost all equipment on this Shaitan habitat. He was sure he would never want to share a room with these disgusting creatures.
The humans had not dared to open up anything in this large room. They knew that the reactor was running, and they had no clue how to shut it down. They didn’t dare do anything silly with a nuclear fusion reactor running in the room.
It had taken them almost 2 days to simply identify this as the fusion reactor. They could only confirm it by tracing and tapping into the electrical wiring, to confirm that all power had just one source – that sphere in the center of the room. The electrical wiring around the habitat surprisingly was very conventional. Any electrician on Earth would have recognized it.
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