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Myomer
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Official Transcript
of Operation Musclebound, Experiment 45-B, December 21, 2350
Experiment Summary: Professor Atlas and Team Musclebound
- consisting of five section leaders and 14 assistants - are
testing a new type of myomer bundle, smaller and requiring
less motivating energy than previous models. The new myomer
bundle, dubbed "The Schwarzenegger Bicep," was a
collection of myomer strings interwoven with a new, electrically
soluble nerve circuitry. The team hoped this would solve a
problem that had plagued them for the past ten months: the
uncoordinated contraction of individual myomer fibers, resulting
in uncontrollable and useless twitching.
The myomer bundle, about two meters long and ten centimeters
thick, was attached to the test harness, which was little
more than a universal gym system using lead weights from a
local health spa. The myomer bundle was attached with one
end anchored to the concrete floor and the other to the pulley
system of the test harness so that, if the contraction |
succeeded, the strength of the bundle could be measured by how much
the bindle could lift.
Atlas:
Is everything all set? Unauthorized personnel out?...Everyone behind
the safety barriers?...All right. Good luck, everyone. O.K. Devers,
charge the myomer bundle.
Devers:
Myomer bundle charge at 100 percent.
Atlas:
Trethers, measuring instruments ready?
Trethers:
Yes, sir.
Atlas:
Fine. Iona, turn on the cameras. Countdown from five, four, three,
two, one, discharge.
[Professor Atlas pushed the discharge switch. Immediately, all
the potential energy stored in the myomer bundle became one swift
and powerful contraction as the electric current traveled through
it. The new myomer bundle composition of "Schwarzenegger's
Bicep" contracted into a mass one-tenth its original size.
It ripped the thick metal tubing of the test harness to shreds,
causing ten-kilogram lead weights to be tossed into the air like
confetti. Some of the scientists had to run for their lives to avoid
the falling weights.]
Atlas:
My God. Am I hallucinating?
Trethers:
Professor, the contraction was off the scale of my instruments!
Atlas:
Which means what?
Trethers:
A pull of over one metric ton!
Atlas:
I think it's time to get rip-snorting drunk, don't you?
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