Editor’s note: Apologies for the blank spots in transcription of this recording. It was made in a noisy nighclub, apparently recorded onto a conventional cassette tape, and then it was transferred for some reason to an 8-track cartridge tape, which Dr. Cassandra found under the spare tire in her Alpine Tiger. She told us that she isn’t sure how Rick got it under there, as she tells us that she never let Rick drive that car, for fear of him crashing it. We have several blank spots in the interview, which we have denoted by ( . . . ) with approximately one period for each approximate 15 seconds of the conversation or silence which we were unable to discern and transcribe. We also lost part of the discussion when the 8-track player moves between tracks. Unless otherwise noted, all of the transcribed words belong to YUkon, unless otherwise noted.
But have you actually tried to get in there? ( . ) Try someday, you have to get up to one of the airline offices, and then get into the stairwell, go up a few flights, and just hope that someone left the door open. You can see where it is from the outside, I think they still use it for special events. ( . . ) I assume just old-money types who used to party there back during WWII, but I saw some laser connectors when I was up there, so I’m sure someone had a dance party up there at some point, probably one of Harvey Morse’s relatives. ( . . . . . . . . ) I used to print in that building. Have you ever been to that roof? ( . ) Take the elevator to the top floor, then a stairway up to the Penthouse, it’s nuts in there. I have no idea what they intended for that space, it doesn’t look like a living space, it looks more like a place to perform ritual sacrifice. There is a big round room, with a balcony off to the side. But it’s just raw industrial space. There were one hundred percent some insane parties in there. Nobody would be able to hear it in the building, maybe a little bit in the street. ( . . ) No, it’s not that one, I thought you meant the one on the corner of Varick and Canal. ( . . ) Yeah, I know the building you mean, my mechanic lives there. But the one with the rooftop ritual sacrifice room is that building on the corner of Varick and Canal. ( . . . . . . . . ) Right, but that was never my intention there anyway, the whole purpose of all that was to raise money for my physics research. I knew I would never fit into the academic structure because I’m just not wired that way. I barely finished my own research, I don’t see any way that I could have managed a tenure committee, I’m just too old for that shit. ( . . . ) If they have the silver tequila, then yes, but if it’s the dark tequila, then just make it a gin and tonic. ( . . ) For the silver? ( . ) Okay, but don’t use gin for this one, it won’t work, it had to be silver tequila. ( . ) Put a shot of the tequila into a shaker, add crushed ice, if you have mint, put that in, but Gia probably doesn’t have mint, so tell her she can just throw in a couple of those breath mints, a little mouthwash will work too if she doesn’t have any breath mints. Add one shot of soda water, and one shot of simple syrup or if she doesn’t have simple syrup she can add Seven-Up or Squirt. And then you have to put in one of those BC aspirin powders, I know she has a bunch of those, she cuts her coke with those. ( . . . ) Inositol won’t work, it has to be BC aspirin powder, because the drink can’t balance without that bitter. Inositol isn’t bitter enough. ( . . . . .) You got it. ( . ) I’ve never named it. ( . . . ) Maybe, that’s a good name for that drink. What’s your name, beautiful? ( . ) Good to meet you. This is Dr. Cassandra, and I’m Rick. ( . . ) We’re not married, we’re coworkers. ( . . . ) I agree with you, but I can’t speak for her, you need to ask her yourself. ( . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ) I call her Dr. Cassandra just because I’m used to that. ( . . . ) Cassandra? ( . ) That sounds weird to me, like she’s someone else. ( . . . ) If you two end up hooking up and don’t invite me, I’m going to just sit here and drink those pups until I die. ( . . . ) Wait, so you know that she’s a physicist, what did you think I am, just another drunk? ( . ) Good to know. ( . . . . ) I guess I’m kind of proud that I’m known more for my alcoholism than my physics. ( . ) We work together. ( . . . . . . . . . . . ) Ladies, apologies to you both, why don’t you take my seat, I’m going to have a smoke and then get a drink for each from you Gia. Two Lanilla’s, ladies? ( . . . ) I know how to take drink orders, I’ll cover for you for a few minutes, take a break, sugar. ( . . . . . . . ) at Harry’s, and there is another one at Thompson.* [not Yukon] ( . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ) fourty-eight, and give her half of the top, okay?* [not Yukon] ( . . . . . . ) I never had time, I just ran about eight vodka cranberries. What the hell is it with vodka cranberries? ( . . . ) It’s a dead easy drink to make yeah, I guess with all the help you’re giving Gia, it’s better that the drink orders are simple, huh? ( . . ) What did you two talk about while I was gone? ( . . ) If you’re into that kind of thing, I guess. I’m more into fixing old snowmobiles, but I’m happy to help out where I can. ( . . ) Probably a good idea. ( . . . ) With Gia? ( . ) Oh. Yeah, I’m not sure I could survive long enough in that kind of environment to actually get any work out. I’m a soldier. Soldiers don’t have a place in academia. ( . . ) That’s an actual solder, hell no. ( . . ) I paid my time in actual soldiering. I’m sufficiently experienced at this point to receive my missions directly without having someone bark them into my ear. ( . . . ) Yeah, but I don’t do that with you, I never give you instructions unless you’re on the payroll, and we have to ship product. ( . . . . . . . . ) He didn’t say. ( . . . .) Thank you! ( . . ) Do you want me to do an official tasting? ( . . ) I guess you can take that as a yes. Tell her it’s perfect. Better than I’ve ever made. ( . . ) Tell you what sugar, you can have some of mine, if you bring me another one of these as soon as you and Gia have a minute to breathe. ( . . . ) See! I wasn’t faking it, the drink actually makes you do that, right? ( . ) Okay. ( . . ) Well, when I do that, I apologize. ( . . . ) Okay, but that’s just me being an asshole. I’m not being an asshole to you because you’re a woman, I’m an asshole to you because I’m imperfect, and that’s why I drink. ( . . ) Right, as long as I’m a little bit imperfect, I might as well open the throttle up all the way! ( . . . . ) I still have mine! ( . ) On my leg. And I got one today on my hand, I pulled the bike up, and some jackass engineer routed the manifold under the seat without a jacket. ( . . ) Bullshit, that’s bad design. It wouldn’t have mattered much to jacket it, because the manifold and the frame have almost the same diameter. By the time I noticed I wasn’t pulling up on the frame, it was already pretty well burned. ( . . ) Just to show you fucked up I really am, right after that, I thought “I’m glad I wasn’t wearing my gloves. ( . ) Exactly, I would rather burn my hand because that heals, but my glove would have been ruined forever, it’s a cold weather glove, it’s not built to handle an exhaust manifold. ( . . . ) I never did. ( . . ) Nope, it was just for the fun of it, never made a dime on those tours, I wasn’t good enough. ( . ) And I wasn’t really committed to it either. I had my money from the products, that was funding the research pretty well, adding tour money on it would have gilding the lilly a bit. ( . . . . . . ) Everyone is an expert. I got out the work that was important to me. ( . . ) But that’s because I could communicate the basic idea well enough to other physicists that I didn’t need to do that work. What would have been accomplished by me doing it anyway? I’d become rich? I’d become famous? I wouldn’t have to beg for scraps? I knew that someone was going to take my work in the vacuum field and move in that direction, I just needed to feed it to them. But my work in humanitarian stuff, who was going to do that? ( . ) Maybe. But he didn’t have the background in physics. And (redacted) had the background in physics, but he didn’t know how to engineer a product to market that could be built through the E equals C system. ( . ) Okay, but he doesn’t know his ass from his elbow in thermodynamics. He doesn’t have the training. ( . . ) She could sell snowcones at an Inuit picnic, but what does sales actually bring you if these can’t be solved in place, in the E equals C system? Then it’s just more one-sided, wealth-building capitalism. Any medium-minded asshole can do that. That’s the secret to to E equals C right. We turn the company itself into an appliance, and the wealth bypasses the company and moves right to a single pool of employees. Every owner is a manager, every manager is a worker, every worker votes with their shares. ( . . . ) Right, but why not? I was busy enough with the physics, that was sufficiently difficult to just keep the corporate structure as simple as possible. ( . . . ) Honestly, no, there hasn’t been much of that, but I’m sure it’s going to come eventually. ( . ) I guess it’s just the nature of people. People want to leave their mark. But that’s fine. The work in energy propagation through the vacuum field, that was (redacted) making his mark, right? ( . ) But I didn’t need to do it! I was able to do the E equals C work. Who was it that said “you can accomplish anything as long as you’re willing to let someone else get the credit for it?” ( . . . ) Damned Dulles Brothers huh? But the Saatchi Brothers fixed them up. ( . ) Brothers fighting brothers! ( . . ) I never had a brother, always wanted one, I bet we could have ripped some shit up together. ( . . . ) Because that was the work in the vacuum photon field. ( . . . ) When I flick on my flashlight and shine it at a wall, how does the energy get from my flashlight to the wall? ( . . ) my flashlight is pumped into the vacuum field, HUP and Thermodynamics immediately spring into action and say “that’s not allowed!” And the vacuum field responds by saying “we know it’s not allowed ( . . . ) The vacuum photons that received that pumped energy from my flashlight carry it for the longest distance and the longest time that HUP allows them, which would be slightly less than the Planck length and Planck time, and then they hand it off to another set of vacuum photons, fully obeying conservation of angular momentum, ( . ) in a straight line, this keeps happening, with the virtual photons handing off the energy to their next-in-line saying “get this damned energy off my hands, I’m not allowed to hold it.” ( . . ) Hand it off to another terrified vacuum photon and surprise, a big, strong fermion of wall paint says “here, let me lighten your load.” Since fermions are at or above the ground state, it can take the energy and then do what it likes, leisurely, since it can reach excited states without violating HUP and Thermodynamics, and then casually decode what to do next, like work with wall paint fermion brothers and their phonon activity to reradiate the energy at a different wavelength, absorb it, allow some deformation to the phonon structure, recombinate, whatever fermions do when they absorb energy. ( . . .) light moves through a pure vacuum field at the speed of light in a vacuum, but when light moves through a material, it’s less than c, right? In some cases the index is such that we can nearly stop the light inside. So what’s happening there? Pure empty space cannot transmit light because our pure empty space is the absence of vacuum photons. But in real life ( . . ) ratio of empty space to vacuum space. So the silicon cantilever has more vacuum space inside of the bulk substrate than an osmium cantilever, because the atomic density of osmium is higher and the density of fermions per unit volume is higher. (Think of a fermion as a tiny blob of empty space.) We can measure this ratio of empty space to vacuum space through the shape of the exponential decay at the potential barrier. Once you set up an experiment with two different cantilever materials, characterize the gap between the cantilever and the substrate, and then vary the vacuum field, you ( . . . ) get some real data. If nanoscale depositions aren’t to your liking, I suspect that you can find similar kind of results by measuring changes in the mass defect for different isotopes of materials heavier than iron, because the fermions in the shell of the atom perform some of the same potential barrier functions relative to the fermions in the nucleus as the cantilever. ( . . . ) In five minutes? Then I’ll take two and Dr. Cassandra, two too? ( . ) So four total.
