Talk:Genaros
A random story fragment from something I'#m biting away at, that may apply to the station as a whole:
“The invitation had a codeword embedded into it - Cloudburst,”
Ford blinked owlishly “Huh?”
“Okay. You know I used to work on the Genaros Weather System, right.”
“You told me.”
Jet’s shoulders dropped. “Well, big technobabbly explanation coming,”
Ford slapped her own metal shoulder with her bare hand, “You act like technobabble is the devil.”
“Well, the basic jist of how the weather system works is that there’re these huge header tanks at either end of the station gravity fed to the rain jets. The rain then runs down the streets into the sewers, which pushes waste and biomass to the separation plant where the dirty stuff is filtered out and the purified water is pumped back up to the header tanks again. They can also control and trim the station’s rotation much easier by exploiting the conservation of angular momentum, rather than using thrusters.”
It was the Nani Naze Fenspace explanation of it but there was really no need for anything more.
“A cloudburst is a failure of the tanks that’d cause the whole system to drain down into the station. There’re so many failsafes to prevent it... quadruple redundant non-return valves and the like. But, we still had procedures for it.”
“Naturally,” Ford interjected, showing she was paying attention.
“If the tanks ever drained down to the city completely, not only would it drown a lot of people, all that mass moving from the core to the equator changes the station’s moment of inertia, rapidly slowing the station’s spin. The station’s skin would be overstressed. In the worst case scenario, Genaros would break apart, killing almost everyone aboard.”
Her expression was as grave as a tombstone. That’s what a cloudburst was. Ten minutes to save every living thing on Genaros station.
“So either Toshi’s being a bollocks, or this is pretty fucking serious,”
Ford inhaled a long breath, scratching at her ear with her metal fingers. “Toshi’s the guy who once promised to do anything to get you to come to one of his parties, right?”
Jet nodded once, a smile cracking unwillingly across her face, “That’s him,”
