Psionic Plasma

22 Jun

Xu Wei enjoyed an unusual combination of education and experience: he was a subatomic physicist with advanced training, but also a member of a family with generations of telepathic development in strict privacy. The latter had allowed the Xus to survive all the turns and reverses of modern Chinese history.

His father, Xu Heu, had nurtured the inherited potential of his son and continued to encourage the research scientist’s advancement as a secret psychic in the great metropolis of industrial China.

It was Heu who conceived the idea of combining the new physics of his son with the mental capabilities the two of them had honed in themselves.

“Why don’t you make practical use of the talent that comes to you from your parents and your ancestors? It is tragic that your mother passed away when you were a mere baby, but that did not affect the growth and perfection of what you were born with, my son.

“It is your destiny to be alive today, when China stands on the brink of the final general application of psionic techniques in our society. I have no doubt about what can and will be achieved through a successful combination of material technology with individual psychic applications. This must happen, and the time for it has finally arrived.

“What do you say my son?”

Xu Wei felt enormous embarrassment. He did not wish to disappoint or in any way insult the parent who had raised and cared for him with selfless devotion. What answer should he give his father?

“I must be careful,” murmured the overwhelmed son. “It will take me time to choose what path to take. Let me think about what you just told me, father.”

The man in charge of Wei’s future was the president of the Dianjiang Corporation, Guo Jian. This titan of Shanghai industry had built up his company into one of the most exciting and innovative units on the Chinese technical scene. But the stubborn, iron-willed operator had made difficulties for the young particle physicist ever since the latter had come to work under him.

Dianjiang had grown into one of China’s leading manufacturers of plasma-based power batteries and plasma generators. The company had a worldwide reputation as a pioneer in practical application of a new form of energy made possible by sub-atomic physics and innovative technologies.

The tall, heavy-weight industrialist had only the most general knowledge of usulixue physics and depended on his specialized staff for advice in the weiguan subatomic area. But despite his weak grasp of particle physics, Jian had strong, unchangeable opinions on questions of liziwulixue technology.

He tended to be highly skeptical of prospective claims made to him by the renowned physicist on his research staff, Xu Wei.

“You are too confident and optimistic about weiguan physics and how we can use its findings in the subatomic realm of reality,” said the firm’s president on a visit to the lab office of Wei. “Portable batteries and tubing that carrys plasma, those will remain the central core of our sector of the Chinese economy.

“I do not believe in taking unnecessary gambles with the unproven. We shall do pretty well with the kinds of technology we now have and make use of.”

Wei took the risky decision to try to argue back. “But our delivery systems remain antiquated and inadequate. Plasma energy is stored in batteries or sent to a site through special tubing in the ground. These are old, out-of-date methods. We need to develop a more efficient, faster system for transmission. The optimum system would be through the atmosphere. That is what today is lacking, but it would be the biggest of breakthroughs for the plasma industry, I believe.”

“You are describing a pipedream,” barked the head of the company. “It is best if you stop thinking about the impossible.”

Xu Heu did not conceal his disappointment with what he considered his son’s lack of courage and self-confidence.

When Wei explained to him the negative reaction of the president of Dianjiang to the proposals he had presented, the father expressed himself with impatient emotion.

“You seem, to me, to be afraid of this superior who runs the corporation and has authority over what you can do.

“Are you unwilling to carry out experiments behind his back, without his direct or specific permission?”

Wei thought he felt a cold disdain in his father’s tone and looked away for a moment.

“Perhaps you are right to scold me over this lack in me. I seem to have a weak will when it comes to carrying out what I believe is the most reasonable course to take. What can I do to turn myself onto a bolder pathway, father?”

The latter did not answer for a while, until he had thought out his reply.

“No one can teach you how to become courageous,” he murmured. “The right circumstances will provide you the opportunity to prove what you possess within yourself, my son.”

Wei felt an obligation to check every field report that passed his desk. One could never be sure what such documents might contain that was of use.

The physicist was perusing a chart that contained quantities of plasma that were escaping the Shanghai tubing system through scattered exhaust valves that had been created as a safety factor.

There is nothing unexpected in the release of minor amounts of plasma that lowered the overall pressure inside the pipes and tubes, Wei said to himself.

Wei looked away to one side. Was there something here that indicated this factor had any special significance for his consideration?

He went through the reports once again, this time with a conscious purpose in mind.

A new question captured hold of his attention. How could plasma be directed through the open air?

Wei knew quite a lot about the physics behind the creation of the commercial plasma used in batteries and sent through the Shanghai tube system. He realized how important magnetic fields were in the manufacturing plants the produced plasma engines.

A talk with his father about the early stages of plasma development seemed a useful way of considering what his options were.

“We were overjoyed at attaining what we termed a magneto-hydrodynamic fluid as a steppingstone toward producing a permanent, practical plasma,” said Heu with a sigh. “It was impossible for us to foresee all the difficulties that would arise in attempting to limit and direct the new form of matter. There was a constant bleeding away and escape of plasma energy, a dissipation into the surrounding atmosphere.

“The solution, as we now know, lay in spinning the plasma so as to prevent the formation of thick islands of energy. A very fast speed of rotation, though, was required to hold the plasma from flying off and away on its own.

“That has remained a major problem for both batteries and transportation tubing. It has been impossible to overcome this stubborn need for spin and rotation in order to manage the plasma without major loss and waste.”

“Can psychic force be focused upon a flowing stream of plasma energy?” asked his son. “Could that be the solution?”

Heu gave him a cold, hard stare. “It is up to you to find that out, Wei,” he solemnly said.

Wei had since childhood practiced the art of ziwocuimian, thus never encountered any problem in applying hypnotism to himself.

This skill, achieved with arduous effort, he decided to test on mechanisms and instruments in the Dianjiang laboratory in a suburb of the metropolis.

Would his knowledge and gifts in chuangan be sufficient to provide him what he felt he needed?

Wei was going to find that out, one way or another.

It took both planning and scheming to collect in one small area the instrumentation needed for a large quantity of plasma free of limiting containment of any sort. But such a situation was the only way that the experiment could be carried to a conclusion, Wei told himself.

Only a few trusted colleagues and subordinates were brought into the plan, and none of them possessed full knowledge of what their leader had in mind.

An enormous quantity of plasma energy had to be released out of battery tanks in a very short period of time. The precise movement direction and speed of the unconstrained cloud of plasma was unpredictable and unforeseeable. Only actual experience could answer the questions that weighed on the mind of Wei.

The physicist’s fondest hope was that he would receive credible answers in a short period of time without alarming Mr. Guo at the top of the corporation or anyone connected with the plasma production enterprise.

Wei, standing alone in front of the door opening into open testing field surrounded by the small chambers of the plasma laboratory, gave a prearranged hand signal to a team of subordinate assistants at scattered points along the nearest major energy pipeline.

Within only a few seconds, a faintly misty cloud of a gaseous character became visible in the air near the level of the ground.

Wei concentrated all the attention he could muster upon this directed, intended phenomenon. Would his mind be adequate for the purpose he planned on achieving? Could he steer this great a quantity of released plasma by the force of willful thought?

The telepath felt a stream of unusual force moving through the interior of his head and brain.

Was the art of chuangan going to push the released plasma dengliziti where he wished to send it? Could he obtain proof that tubing and piping were not necessary for the transporting of plasma energy?

Wei nervously watched for the first indications of the success or failure of his psychic projection into material reality.

Exactly when would it occur, at what particular moment of time?

All at once, Wei’s eyesight went white and his ears stopped functioning.

It took seconds for him to realize that a gigantic explosion had happened.

The physicist felt his legs buckle and his equilibrium lessen. What had happened?

As he tried to look about and evaluate the situation, he noticed broken windows and structural breaks in the laboratory buildings.

The plasma had exploded with the force of an earthquake. It had shaken everything in all directions.

All of a sudden, Wei saw blood on his hands and clothing. He felt his face and discovered bleeding wounds at a number of spots.

The sound of emergency ambulances sounded shrilly. Medical teams were soon rushing about in all directions. Two stopped in front of Wei. They examined him and decided he belonged in a hospital unit at once.

“You need emergency aid immediately,” one of the aiders informed the psychic scientist.

Did I cause a horrible catastrophe through my telepathic mishandling of the flowing plasma? the hospitalized Wei asked himself over and over. Did I somehow make the plasma into an exploding bomb?

A nurse came to his bed with a message for this patient she was tending to.

“There is a visitor, a very important man, who wishes to speak with you. He says that he has important business that involves what happened to you.”

Wei gave a startled look. “Who is this person?” he asked her.

“Mr. Guo Jian, the president of the Dianjiang Corporation, he says.”

“Please show him in,” muttered the confused patient. Why would the industrialist have come here? To fire him in person?

The nurse disappeared and his employer slowly ambled into the room and up to the bed.

“How do you feel, Wei? Are you recovering from your injuries and the severe shock you experienced?”

“It will take time, but the doctors tell me that I will recover.”

“We need you back, working on this matter. Let me explain.

“Generals of the People’s Liberation Army in charge of advanced technology have learned about the terrible plasma explosion and want to learn how you brought it about. They are interested in applications for tactical and strategic battle applications.

“Up till now, little has been done in military research that involves plasma as a possible explosive bomb substance. Not much is known about possible uses in war.

“I reported that we have you on our staff as the most adept and knowledgeable person in this field. When you return to work, I intend to place you in charge of a new section on military applications. Can I take it for granted that you will be willing and able to take control over this advanced unit?”

The industrialist stared at Wei with his jaw clenched.

“Yes, of course,” replied the telepathic scientist. “It is an area of research with which I have profound interest.”

I am lying, Wei realized. But why not? I did not succeed in psychically transmitting plasma energy.

Perhaps I stumbled upon a deadly, destructive military use for plasma released into the open air.

How ironic, thought the physicist with a sigh.


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