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Created on 2012-06-11 01:30:26 (#1644480), last updated 2012-06-12 (680 weeks ago)
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Name: | Kara Thrace |
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uncertainty | non-exclusivity | pluralism | |
Name: Kara Thrace Rank: Captain Serial Number: 46-27-53 | What is it that you contain? The dead. Time. Light patterns of millennia opening up in your gut. Every minute, in each of you, a few million potassium atoms succumb to radioactive decay. The energy that powers these tiny atomic events has been locked inside potassium atoms ever since a star-sized bomb exploded into being. Potassium, like uranium and radium, is a long-lived radioactive nuclear waste of the supernova bang that accounts for you. Your first parent was a star. Weight | Jeanette Winterson |
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