I can’t force you to love fission.
In fact, fission scares a lot of people well darn to heck.
Fission occurs when a neutron slams into a larger atom, forcing it to excite and split into two smaller atoms—also known as fission products. Additional neutrons are also released that can initiate a chain reaction. When each atom splits, a tremendous amount of energy is released.
Some people, oh they know that a big mess of energy is hidden inside. Let it out? Well, just one ding dang minute. The whole splitting open part is enough to give ‘em the heebie-jeebies.
And yet, what if I were to tell you that, when folks get a nose job, usually this involves breaking the nose?
Oh, I didn’t know that! I hear you snort. You didn’t notice because you got put under for the procedure. And there we are. Maybe it hurts to go through fission. Maybe it doesn’t. How would you know?
Some of us would rather stay inebriated. What if the snot, blood and fire is the way universes done gets bilt?
Or what if fusion was the better way? I hear you ask me this as we sit in a fusion restaurant. It is a Brazilian-Polish bistro. This is not a new cuisine, I think. This is where meat meets meat. But, there is not time to think this, because the fusion waitress brings me a fusion drink which contains passion fruit juice and Polish vodka. Yes, they are mixed, but it is not fusion, because of something called mass, and this is why it is diffusion, meaning the pulp is on the bottom of the drink and the vodka oil slick is on the top. When I drink it, I know I will have to chug the whole thing just to get some flavor, and I do, and that is why I puke 30 minutes later.
I am in the bathroom after that, popping an antacid into a glass of water. It is fizzy. It is rough, and ephemeral, and magical, like a firecracker on the fourth of July.
I am not forcing anyone to fawn, or blow a fuse. Gosh darn it, it is your decision if you take the path of fission.