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still air with light steps. An eerie silence greeted us as we made our way inside, the kicking of every small pebble echoed off distant walls shrouded in the darkness beyond the reach of our lights.
The ramp-way extended just a little farther into the basement until it leveled off. Within, we were faced with half a dozen tall stainless steel doors arranged in a semicircle. High above I could make out a set of conveyor rails, their hooked chains retracted onto thick spools. It was a real mystery as to what they were for? None of us had seen anything like it before.
"What the fuck is this place?" Serena blurted out, reflecting everyone's added dismay.
Thorn wandered off to inspect one of the large rounded doors, and tapped on a glass plate located next to one. There was a similar box next to each of the six sealed doors. Using the butt of his rifle, he tapped the glass hard once, smashing it in on his second try. He looked at us and shrugged just before depressing the large red button that it had been protecting beneath the broken glass.
We were startled when its frame lit up and a loud siren wailed with flashing red lights above the door where he stood. Some sort of emergency back up power connected to it was still in operation and we took several steps back as the silver door slid out then folded up like a submarine hatch as thick steam seeped out around its edges. With a hiss, the thick door jolted to a halt, and after a moment of shock, we dared to peek inside.
A dim blue light pulsated around a sizeable central dome, its edged speckled with polished silver bars. I was completely baffled, and by the look on Serena's face, so was she. Haiti ventured to step inside to get a better look at the device, brushing aside the mist of ozone with his hands. It took him a while to determine a hint of what it might be as he shined his flashlight into every crevice for a clue to how it worked.
"What is it?" Thorn finally inquired with impatience as he squeezed up next to him. Haiti tucked his finger under his chin in though for a moment before speaking his mind.
"Ya know, if ya ask me, I would swear this was a hydrogen generator," he exclaimed, tapping the side of the cone, "and this here is the coil." as it made a metallic 'thunk' similar to a water-filled tank when one of the many silver rings he wore touched the outer plate, "Them there are magnetic coils around the edge," he mentioned while pointing at the polished plates, "when engaged, this thing lifts itself up on a magnetic field so it can spin at high velocity while ionized water is injected from below ...or above, I can't tell which." he corrected himself while standing on his toes to inspect the top of the cone.
That could have explained why the system was still powered and there was a transformer array outside the building. This complex was an energy bank. However, that analogy still confused us all.
"I thought hydro was made into a gaseous fuel, not electrical energy." I wondered aloud. Haiti looked confounded for a brief moment, and then raised his finger as his eyes widened.
"You're right lass!" he smiled back, "The design of these creates wave energy meant for battery storage, but must have some other secondary purpose." Haiti rattled on, but he still seemed confused about something, since the piping in this room failed to present any answers to where exactly the hydrogen gas was being pumped off too.
Any industrial complex with such a dangerously flammable substance would have enormous external silos for storage, but there were none to found in the area. Given that fact, and that we could not figure out what these large trucks could possibly be hauling in and out of this lower bay. We knew what we had found was incredibly valuable; the question was, how could we make practical use of it?
The men mulled over the thought that there might be an underground pipeline sending it off
The ramp-way extended just a little farther into the basement until it leveled off. Within, we were faced with half a dozen tall stainless steel doors arranged in a semicircle. High above I could make out a set of conveyor rails, their hooked chains retracted onto thick spools. It was a real mystery as to what they were for? None of us had seen anything like it before.
"What the fuck is this place?" Serena blurted out, reflecting everyone's added dismay.
Thorn wandered off to inspect one of the large rounded doors, and tapped on a glass plate located next to one. There was a similar box next to each of the six sealed doors. Using the butt of his rifle, he tapped the glass hard once, smashing it in on his second try. He looked at us and shrugged just before depressing the large red button that it had been protecting beneath the broken glass.
We were startled when its frame lit up and a loud siren wailed with flashing red lights above the door where he stood. Some sort of emergency back up power connected to it was still in operation and we took several steps back as the silver door slid out then folded up like a submarine hatch as thick steam seeped out around its edges. With a hiss, the thick door jolted to a halt, and after a moment of shock, we dared to peek inside.
A dim blue light pulsated around a sizeable central dome, its edged speckled with polished silver bars. I was completely baffled, and by the look on Serena's face, so was she. Haiti ventured to step inside to get a better look at the device, brushing aside the mist of ozone with his hands. It took him a while to determine a hint of what it might be as he shined his flashlight into every crevice for a clue to how it worked.
"What is it?" Thorn finally inquired with impatience as he squeezed up next to him. Haiti tucked his finger under his chin in though for a moment before speaking his mind.
"Ya know, if ya ask me, I would swear this was a hydrogen generator," he exclaimed, tapping the side of the cone, "and this here is the coil." as it made a metallic 'thunk' similar to a water-filled tank when one of the many silver rings he wore touched the outer plate, "Them there are magnetic coils around the edge," he mentioned while pointing at the polished plates, "when engaged, this thing lifts itself up on a magnetic field so it can spin at high velocity while ionized water is injected from below ...or above, I can't tell which." he corrected himself while standing on his toes to inspect the top of the cone.
That could have explained why the system was still powered and there was a transformer array outside the building. This complex was an energy bank. However, that analogy still confused us all.
"I thought hydro was made into a gaseous fuel, not electrical energy." I wondered aloud. Haiti looked confounded for a brief moment, and then raised his finger as his eyes widened.
"You're right lass!" he smiled back, "The design of these creates wave energy meant for battery storage, but must have some other secondary purpose." Haiti rattled on, but he still seemed confused about something, since the piping in this room failed to present any answers to where exactly the hydrogen gas was being pumped off too.
Any industrial complex with such a dangerously flammable substance would have enormous external silos for storage, but there were none to found in the area. Given that fact, and that we could not figure out what these large trucks could possibly be hauling in and out of this lower bay. We knew what we had found was incredibly valuable; the question was, how could we make practical use of it?
The men mulled over the thought that there might be an underground pipeline sending it off
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