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“I know. Did you hear that global warming has been almost undone?”
She nodded. “Humanity’s recklessness with our environment accidentally bought us an extra month of time by pre-heating the planet.”
“We fell in poop and came out smelling like roses,” I said.
She laughed. “I have not heard that one. We don’t have that expression in Norwegian.”
“You do now.” I smiled.
She looked down at the hull plan—a little faster than I think was necessary, but whatever.
“How fast do these solar particles travel?” she asked.
“About four hundred kilometers per second.”
“Good. We can ignore them.” She scribbled a note to herself on the paper. “TheHail Marywill be going away faster than that within eight hours. They won’t be able to catch up, let alone do any damage.”
I whistled. “It’s really amazing what we’re doing. I mean…jeez. Astrophage would be the best thing ever if it weren’t, you know, destroying the sun.”
“I know,” she said. “Now, tell me about GCRs.”
“Those are trickier,” I said. “It stands for—”
“Galactic cosmic rays,” she said. “And they’re not cosmic rays, right?”
“Right. They’re just hydrogen ions—protons. But they’re going alotfaster. They’re going near the speed of light.”
“Why are they called cosmic rays if they’re not even electromagnetic emissions?”
“People used to think they were. The name stuck.”
“Do they come from some common source?”
“No, they’re omnidirectional. They’re made by supernovas, which have happened all over the place. We’re just kind of constantly awash with GCRs in all directions. And they’re a huge problem for space travel. But not anymore!”
I leaned forward to look at her schematic again. It was a cross-section of a hull. There was a 1-millimeter void between two walls. “Are you going to fill that area with Astrophage?”
“That’s the plan.”
I pondered the schematic. “You want to fill the hull with fuel? Isn’t that dangerous?”
“Only if we let it see CO2-band light. If it doesn’t see CO2, it won’t do anything. And it’ll be in the dark between the hulls. Dimitri plans to make a fuel slurry out of Astrophage and low-viscosity oil to make it easier to transport to the engines. I want to line the hull with that stuff.”
I pinched my chin. “It could work. But Astrophage can die from physical trauma. You can kill one by poking it with a sharp nanostick.”
“Yes, that’s why I asked CERN to do some off-the-books experiments for me as a favor.”
“Wow. CERN will just do whatever you want? Are you, like, mini-Stratt or something?”
She chuckled. “Old friends and contacts. Anyway, they found that even particles moving near light speed can’t get past Astrophage. And none of them seem to kill it either.”
“That actually makes a lot of sense,” I said. “It evolved to live on the surface of stars. They must get bombarded by energy and very fast-moving particles all the time.”
She pointed to a zoomed-in schematic of Astrophage canals. “The entire radiation load will be halted. All we need is a layer of Astrophage slurry thick enough to guarantee there’s always an Astrophage cell in the way of any incoming particles. One millimeter should be more than enough. Plus, we don’t waste any mass. We’ll be using the fuel itself as insulation. And if the crew need that last little bit of Astrophage, well, consider it a reserve.”
“Hmm…a ‘reserve’ that could power New York City for twenty thousand years.”
She looked at the diagram, then back to me. “You did all that math in your head?”
