The variation in dosimetric parameters such as mass attenuation coefficient

'The variation in dosimetric parameters such as mass attenuation coefficient, half value layer factor, exposure buildup factor, and the photon mean free path for different oxide glasses for the incident gamma energy range 0.015–15 MeV has been studied-‘

"Excuse me, Dr. VonNuemen?”

The odd, bird-looking man looked up from the blank wall at which he’d been staring for the last hour and brought his beady eyes to bear upon one of the doctoral students that worked alongside him in the Fissions Lab. He recognized her, but could not recall her name at the moment. “Uh…y..yes?” he stammered.

“Doctor, I believe that you have a meeting with the Lab Chiefs in a half-hour, sir. You might want to…” she waved her hands in a flailing manner that Karl found utterly insufficient and rather irritating.

“I might want to…WHAT?” the last word was intentionally harsh; Karl was becoming most disgruntled at being disturbed in the first place. He’d keenly felt that he had been on the edge of some great discovery before he’d been interrupted.

The young lady bit her lip and tried—unsuccessfully—to speak several times. As Dr. VonNuemen’s gaze narrowed, she seemed to reconnect her brainstem to her vocal chords. “It’s just that you’ve been sitting there for nearly seventeen hours, Doctor. You might want to freshen up a bit before meting the Chiefs.” Her nose wrinkled distastefully.

Karl thought she looked like one of the lab rabbits they used to test the FORMULA.

***

'It has been inferred that the addition of PbO and Bi₂O₃ improves the gamma ray shielding properties. Thus, the effect of chemical composition on these parameters is investigated in the form of six different glass compositions, which are compared with specialty concrete for nuclear radiation shielding. The composition termed-'

“Doctor? DOCTOR!” Dr. Raymond Etchingham, Senior Lab Chief, Nuclear Fission Research Division, was about to have a coronary. He was well past the end of his patience with this man, regardless of how brilliant he was supposed to be.

Something small and remote snapped Karl out of his critical line of thinking, but he could not for the life of him understand what…it was only when he saw Raymond’s face, flushed red, and his spittle-flecked lips that he had a clue. Dr. VonNuemen did not reply, but merely arched an eyebrow like Spock from Star Trek. 

Oh! How he admired that Vulcan!

“You have nothing to say, Doctor?” Etchingham asked. The other Lab Chiefs looked on with severe disapproval.

“Yes, I do.” Karl replied. “You interrupted me, Raymond. I was in the middle of an important thought and you made me lose it. You should apologize.” It was a fact, stated simply.

“WHAT?!? You mean to tell me that after all we’ve been through in the past six months, that’s all you have to say to me? After all of the cover-ups, after all your near-disasters and our attempts to keep your funding secured, that’s all you…”

The man continued to rail on, endlessly, for the next several hours, but Karl did not hear him. His thoughts were overtaken, again, by the FORMULA - and just how close Karl was to a solution…

***

Karl was only distantly aware that he had not slept in a couple of weeks. He was not aware—at all—of what time it was, but it felt to him like it was early morning. Perhaps this was due, he thought, to the feeling of discovery which was welling up inside him, like the dawn of a new morning.

Morning.

Coffee.

'Caffeine...systematic name 3,7-dihydro-1,3,7-trimethyl-1H-purine-2,6-dione; it is also known as 1,3,7-trimethylxanthine, and 1,3,7-trimethyl-2,6-dioxopurine. Caffeine can be classified as an alkaloid , a term used for substances produced as end products of nitrogen metabolism in some plants. The chemical formula is C 8 H 10 N 4 O 2 . Caffeine has a molar mass of 194.19 grams (6.85 ounces). It is soluble in water and in many organic solvents, and it appears in pure form as white crystals. Caffeine can be prepared by extraction from natural sources or by synthesis from uric acid.’

That was it.

That was what was missing from the FORMULA.

Dr. Karl VonNeumen quickly donned his protective shielding suit and obtained the glowing canister that held his greatest creation—the FORMULA—and added it to his cup of morning coffee. It didn’t matter anymore if it was really morning or not.

Karl knew without a doubt that this was about to truly be the dawn of a new day…

…for all mankind.

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Things were about to get real.

Things were about to get real.

The ninja's kistrike tossed me like a leaf on the wind. In the nanosecond it'd taken for me to plummet the fifty feet and slam into the smooth, rounded walls of the Task Chamber, the shadow warrior had already begun to gather his kimanna. I could see it: a small shield-sized sun of scarlet energy gathering on the ninja's back. It simmered like a skillet, it's hungry energy ready to destroy my day - literally.

Silently, the ninja had drawn his criticality-katana, adding it to his already formidable pike of priorities in the blink of an eye.

I staggered to my feet with nothing but my paper-thin Parkinson's Law Armor. It felt like flimsy tissue paper now and I cursed myself for wearing it into battle. My weapon was not much better: an Interruptions Log: a two-foot long length of wood that was nicked, cracked and looking the worse for wear. I knew that it would not last two milliseconds against my opponent's razor sharp blade.

"You cannot win. You should surrender to me." The shadow warrior's voice was cold and electronic. I made a mental note of that and chuckled inwardly at the irony. He did not wait for my reply, but delivered the rest of his line with a note of foreboding and finality. "I will send you to the other world, where glorious tasks await you. Tasks which you MUST complete. A defeat here only means your betterment, as you most assuredly know."

My whole world crashed in on me.

"What was that?" I bellowed. "'Most assuredly know'? 'Most assuredly know?' Who in the world talks like that, Nate? Please? Tell me who!"

The cylindrical, rose-colored Task Chamber dissolved around me into pixelated dust and I ripped off my VR-Hud and ER-Gloves, tossing them around our VR-Framework demo room. I was absolutely disgusted. "Nate! Who in the world did you get to write this guy's dialogue, huh? Some freak off of Fiverr? I mean, 'most assuredly know', really? Com'on man!"

There was silence from the control booth. Nate was busted and he knew it.

"How in the world, Nate, are we going to create the next level in Virtual Reality, Ninja-Battle, Time Management Software with crappy dialogue like that?"

Art Source: "Sketch Ninja1" (c)/by AlekseyBayura
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