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The Rebender

Editor’s note, this was transcribed from the opposite side of the cassette tape from the previous interview, this one was apparently between Dr. Cassandra St. Clair and Consuela, as written on the cassette tape. Like the previous interview, the tape recorder could pick up only one voice, the other was muffled. Unfortunately, we are not familiar enough with the vocal patterns to know who is speaking here, either Cassandra or Consuela, they have a relatively similar voice, and we don’t know enough of their histories to know who is who here. We have denoted the nonaudible sections with ellipses. This interview was apparently taken about a year after the Stumpy Lefkowitz interview, or parhaps a bit longer, and apparently with the same cassette recorder, the Realistic MiniSette-20.

They make them sound like those drinks fell from heaven. I can tell you see, nobody on a frigate actually asks for an non-alcoholic drink. They drink them because they actually believe that the nutritional supplements are going to give them a more efficient torch hand. I was the only female welder in that whole crew. And I was there because Dogtown was banging the owner, he gave her the world that I was as good a welder as any of the men. I was, but the reality is that I was a female working conditions that were optimized for me. I have different respiration, different balance and body mass distribution, I have different perceptions because I’m a female … Yes, these young kids come in, they’ve been diving maybe five years, and their joints are fresh, they’re usually in good shape. It took me eight years of diving as a scientist before I could get a welding gig. … It was never science …. no, it was never science, I know that I’m supposed to be interested in science, and females in STEM and all that, they must have interviewed me twenty times for these teen magazines to show that girls can become marine biologists. … Yeah, but it wasn’t a cliche back then, it was this unstoppable reality, all these teenage girls went from wanting to be professional pony trainers to wanting to be marine biologists, and it happened overnight. I must have been at least partly responsible for that. … I didn’t lie to the interviews about my orientation. And my thing wasn’t some kind of secret. I was clear to every academic team I worked that I was just doing this until I could get my commercial diving career together … It was the machines and the welding for me. Sitting on some coral with a rebreather making notes about fish, I get it, I know it’s important, but it never meant anything to me, except that I wanted to hit 200 total dive hours on the rebreather. We used the rebreathers because we supposedly pulled more accurate data when we didn’t have the stream of bubbles rising from regular SCUBA gear. And when I got into United Crushing, I was the only commercial diver they had with more than five hours on the rebreathers. I had two hundred hours on them … But that was why I did academia for eight years, I needed lots of shallow water dive time. I don’t mind deeper water and rougher conditions, but it’s hard on your body to do those deeper dives. Some of these kids come in with a couple years experience, they use up their joint and their bodies doing a few seasons of deep water dives, and then they’re mostly done. They’re out the business, but my expertise was always the underwater heavy equipment. I rebuilt pumps underwater, I was their only diver could do that. Some of these boys looked at me with an air chisel, breaking off corroded nuts and bolts, they think I’m some kind of superhero. But that’s just what I did back then, I worked on machines. I had been doing that since I as maybe six years old, I went with Daddy, he bought me cream sodas and Whatchamacallits, and I got to stay with him while he worked. As long as I didn’t get any of my dresses greasy, he didn’t care, because momma never found out.

That was my life for those years though, just sitting on my ass underwater taking notes about fish and shit. I got it, it helped the environment and the bioversity and all that, but that wasn’t where my head was. I even pitched my own research to get data from fish interaction with artificial reefs made from sunken heavy equipment. I didn’t really care about the fish, I wanted to get down there and get an idea of how quickly equipment corrodes when it no longer gets anti-corrosion work. They actually liked the idea, but then some asshole puts some other female marine biologist diver on that one. He knew I was into the machinery, but he just wanted to drive me out of the university, because he knew the sunken heavy equipment thing was all me … he was just a skinny little guy, he never worked around heavy equipment, he barely knew how to dive. He drove an electric car, and they weren’t that common back then. So you can see why he probably thought of me as a thread. I’m a girl, I know more about that research than he does … Oh, sorry, are we starting this thing. Has it been recording all this time? … I can do it now.

Okay, the Rebender, that wasn’t the big deal they claim it was, it was jut a variation on their before-dive drinks and after-dive drinks … a third one? … There were probably ten of them. And the divers knew how to drink before a dive. Not all of them did it, maybe only two of them … The Rebender was non-alcoholic, it was a sanctioned drink, but it was created by necessity. Stumpy and Rick had this whole complex bullsh … Dogtown? … Dogtown was banging the owner’s ex-wife, I’m not even sure if he was the frigate. I can’t remember, but he definitely wasn’t part of that drink nonsense. It was Stumpy and Rick, those two assholes think their farts smell like apple blossoms … the Rebender was mine, did either of those dipshits claim that they invented it? … Ok good, no, it was mine … the second one, the economic necessity thing you said … But Rick and Stumpy were both drunk most of the time, I once saw Rick pushing Stumpy across the deck in some pretty high seas, they’re doing some kind of bobsled thing with a deck cart. They were both maniacs when sober, and they were a danger to themselves when they were drunk, which was most of the time … well I could handle Stumpy, at least he could be reasoned with. But Rick was just a mess. He was a happy drunk at least. What a miserable cuss when he was sober though, he sooked around, that long face like some homeless horse, he was a romantic, he was a mess. But Stumpy, he and I used to get high on the stern when the weather was good … it was mostly the smell, it used to mix enough with the smell of the bunker that they didn’t know we smoked weed back there … maybe they knew, but they didn’t say anything to us.

What did they say about the Rebender? … Okay … Okay … Right, they probably didn’t even know it existed … probably, maybe, two to one … I think the taste just worked better with rum and whisky and that was most the divers liked … wait, no that was before a dive. After the dive you mean? … Every diver except for maybe two, one was a recovering alcoholic, he did his AA meetings over the shortwave, poor guy. And Danny, I’m not sure, he was a good diver, never drank. We used to say he was an Kuwaiti spy, I think that’s why he didn’t drink, it was the Muslim thing … I don’t know when you saw him, but he didn’t drink on the frigate, I would have remembered that. You remember the guys you decompress with … So yeah, after the dive then … he got that part right, they had a big box of those Raspberry Lemonade Natural Calm envelopes, they couldn’t use them for the Dirty Dishwaters, because the taste screwed up the coconut water they used … yeah, Coco Frio, I forgot about that … right, they couldn’t use them for the Unbenders, because that drink was the Emergen-C packets. I had this box full of the Raspberry Lemonade Natural Calms, I just started fucking around to see what I could do with them. I wasn’t really a believeer in the supplements. But they did help stabilize my moods, it was a tough time for me, my period always seemed to come right when I was scheduled for a dive, and then I was depressed about breaking up with my partner, she moved on when I was deployed, but there was nothing I could do, we couldn’t do that work in hurricane season … she wanted me to give up ocean work and just do inland work … that’s things like fixing broken docks, flood control valves, things like that. It’s not really the cakewalk people think it is. I had one of the closest calls with death that I’ve ever had as a professional diver and it was two thousand miles away from the Atlantic. We got a call for some valve work on a flood control reservoir, and of course, I’m right on top of that, that’s my bread and butter. But inland diving, it’s murky and it’s dark. I had to step through these access gates, about thirty feet down or so, but it’s dark, the spec made it sound like I could just step through, but I get down there, it’s actually really tight. And I figured “okay, they sent me down here because I’m the thinnest, even with my gear, I just need to get this thing done.” So I worm my way through, I took care of the gate, and then I go to squeeze back through the corrosion had kind of made a barb, going in the direction of the water flow. It’s cold, it’s dark, I’m running out of air, and I can’t get through this grate. I started swinging my light, my spotter was supposed to have eyes on me, I get nothing back. Just dark. It turns out he was thirty yards East and he didn’t even see me. I look at this mess, and I could feel death, it was right there, slow motion, running out of air, stuck behind a grate, But it was only about thirty feet. I burned through maybe ten minutes just trying to figure out why it was so easy to get in and so hard to get out. I took off my gear, down to the wetsuit, and even that is catching on the corrosion spikes. I pull a couple big breaths, and I just dived through that gate, I heard the wetsuit pulling on the growths, but at that point I realized that I’m not getting out unless I really push and I couldn’t do that tethered to whatever was left in my tank. So I drop that, and just muscle the fuck out of there, it was like having sex with a cactus. then I’m out, and I have to surface the thirty … no Pony bottle … I didn’t even bother to take it with me on that dive, it was supposed to be an in-and-out … I surface the thirty, my spotters still down there, I saw Jesse in a Bayliner maybe only twenty feet from where I surfaced, he’s freaking out because I didn’t have the marker rope, he figured I died down there. So then I yelled over to pull up the spotter, he was probably rummaging around down there looking for me. The spotter comes up, I barely inhale two words about getting stuck behind this grate, and Jesse starts screaming at me about the company SCUBA rig. I didn’t say another word, I had more than enough of his bullshit, I grabbed a tank and a regulator from the rack, I jumped down there, grabbed the gear from the other side of the grate, pulled it through, brought it up … it had to come up because we can’t leave gear inside of an active race. But then I pull the gear up, toss it on the deck and Jesse finally shuts the fuck up.

Where were we? … okay, yeah, I didn’t like inland diving. It’s working blind, it’s not for me. I still don’t like it. But I had this woman who wanted me to be with her for all her garden parties and her friends all adopting kids, it just wasn’t my scene. I ended up getting knocked up a few years ago, nice guy, I was ready to do the mommy thing, but it didn’t happen … about four months … it wasn’t easy, lots of hormonal issues with a miscarriage, but that’s life. I’m old for a commercial diver, but I’m not even thirty yet, I can still have kids … sorry, the Raspberry Lemonde ones, right? … I had this box of nothing but the Cherry ones and the Raspberry Lemonade ones. I’m not a professional bartender like Stumpy and Rick, but I can mix a drink, it’s not underwater walking hard, it’s just mix it, fix it. So I do their martini shaker method with crushed ice, and club soda, and one packet, then pour about two-thirds of the way and add Pepsi to the top … Yeah! I used Pepsi because that’s what they had on Crushing … bullshit, that was Stumpy who told you that right? … because he told that same load of bullshit to me. He didn’t try a hundred different mixers. He used Pepsi because that’s what we had in the bar, lots of Pepsi, we had to use what we had … it’s not an Unbender because it doesn’t have an Emergen-C, it has a Natural Calm instead.

That’s why it was the Rebender, these divers come back, they all had the shits from the magnesium, and they needed to get shiftfucked. Crushing didn’t care, as long as it was after the diver and not before. So I did a nonalcoholic with the Raspberry-Lemonade packets, and those worked with rum and whiskey. The guys all liked it. I drank a lot of them. I could get enough for about five drinks out of one packet. And we had hundreds of those packets. Maybe thousands of them … the Cherry ones were fine, we used those a lot, they went with the Pepsi. So that’s it, the tape is still turning, so it recorded all this … what’s tha … she supposedly left it for me in one of your interoffice envelope mailers … did you check Tucker’s desk?

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Dirty Dishwater and The Unbender

Editor’s note, we transcribed this interview from a somewhat worn and aged cassette tape, of a conversation between Rick Yukon and Tomas “Stumpy” Lefkowitz. The recorder was placed sufficiently far from Rick that we were unable to discern his side of the conversation, thus the words you hear are all Stumpy. We added ellipses where we could hear that Rick spoke, but we were unble to hear him well enough to transcribe his words. This transcription is the only known record of the birth of the Dirty Dishwater. The Unbender was previously unknown before this interview. The recording started mid-conversation.

He and Eddie used to have a little side business with those fish. By the time you opened them up and took out the guts, they were all bones. I have no idea how that fish survived being nothing but guts, and bones and skin, but that lake was full of those fish. Great cover though, I could move ten, twenty thousands dollars worth of weed a day just while sitting there with my fishing rod. Weed was big back then, the Chicano boys bought my weed, the Black guys bought my weed, the Yeshiva boys bought my weed, and that was my market. If I saw some cracker from Denver trying to score, I told them I didn’t have any. I didn’t need the aggravation, and I was happy with my market, I found what worked. It was the same drug transaction as all the other guys, but while they stood around the trees and picnic tables looking suspicious, I sat on the bank with my fishing rod, trying my best not to catch anything, but still making it look like I was trying. So I would get a customer, the cops knew what we were doing, but Sloan’s Lake was a rough neighborhood after the Smaldones left, they kept that neighborhood peaceful. Once they got into … Checkers was a reasonably patient man, he understood that people had to make a living, but he didn’t tolerate what happens these days, old people getting pushed over, these young guys stealing purses, getting in fights in the part when there children around. … yeah, he kept that neighborhood fairly peaceful … I don’t know what happened, I only know that when we stopped seeing Checkers, that’s when we saw fights in the park, and purse snatching and all that mishugas … No, they were inedible, they were just nothing but bones. At first I used to bring a few home to throw the drug cops off of what I was doing … that was Eddie who said that, not me … I don’t know what he told you, but I can tell you why I think it worked, it was because the cops didn’t have enough patience to watch someone sitting down fishing with a cigarette, and then wait to see a drug transaction. I never had a problem, but I also didn’t make any problems. I never sold coke or pills because those customers weren’t reliably calm like my herb customers … I know for a fact that they knew I was selling because this nice Denver cop came over to me to ask about this crazy drug dealer who beat up someone’s kid from Cherry Creek High School. This cop tells me “we know you sell drugs, but you don’t give us any problems.” … I think it was more like some kid from Creek got mouthy with the guy he was buying his coke, and the dealer let him have it. I only know what The Lincoln told me … The Lincoln? … He and I were the two most famous drug dealers at Sloan’s Lake back then, but everyone knew The Lincoln, he was a tall fellow, and he wore an Abraham Lincoln stovepipe hat, that was his trademark, it was how everyone found him. And I was the guy fishing over by the tennis courts. It’s all about recognizable branding right? …

I can tell you what I remember about them, but the exact mixtures, I don’t remember them to the ounce, you’ll need to adjust a little bit to get the balances right. Which one do you want to do first? … I thought you wanted to know about both of the drinks from The Frigate United Crushing, no? … There were two of them, Moishe. (editor’s note, “Moishe” seems to a nickname that Stumpy used for Rick, here, and as far as we can tell, nobody named “Moishe” was at this interview.) We had the Dirty Dishwater and the Unbender. The Dirty Dishwater was for the divers before they left, and the Unbender was for the divers when they go back. I never gave a departing diver an Unbender before they left because it had caffeine in it from the Pepsi, and they had orders of no alcohol, tobacco, caffeine or even any medicine twenty four houses before the dive. The Dirty Dishwater seemed to help them. I gave a Dirty Dishwater to a diver after he returned one, first and only time, great big fellow from Wyoming, he asked for it by name, I gave it to him against my better judgement, he said it tasted metallic. I assume that had something to do with the Heliox … Then you want me to do the Dirty Dishwater first, and then we’ll do the Unbender. How do you want me to start it? …

Dirty Dishwater, for Rick Yukon, by Stumpy Lefkowitz. … okay, Take One. I think we’ll only need one. We designed this without alcohol, due to the restrictions on the United Crushing. Given that, … I’m in no hurry, take as long as you need … is that Cassandra? Tell her I love her. Wait, ask her if she’s going to be in Androrra la Vella next month. We promised each other we would meet there and raise some hell … okay, but ask her if she’s still going … tell her “be there or be square.” … tell her “be there or be square. Tell her that … what did she say? … tell her I love her. Okay, so Dirty Dishwater, we knew from the original design specification that it couldn’t have alcohol, we had assumed that we would just port the drink to a regular bar drink when we got back, I figured it would be either gin or silver tequila, but we tried both of those and the sugar balance was thrown off, we never could find a way to make it work with any booze, that’s why it took so long to get it in the bars, because most bars weren’t set up to make drinks without alcohol, there was no money in it for them. And also, we added magnesium on Crushing, because the spec called for magnesium, it was the only supplement we found that produced a steadier hand in the welders. And at the time, bars weren’t allowed to any kind of nutritional supplement to their drinks unless it was already an ingredient in the unopened can … V-8 was allowed, we used that one for the bloodies, but the supplements were already in the can. So they couldn’t serve it at the bars, and we tried for a while to get it into a chain of juice shops, but it wasn’t sweet enough, it was fundamentally a bar drink, about the same flavor profile as a regular gin and tonic … You need one big can of the Mexican coconut water, the kind with a little sugar added to it so it tastes more like real coco frio. If you use the healthy coconut water it won’t work, the flavor is all wrong. If that’s all you have, you can add a little simple syrup to bump up the sugar, but it’s easy to add too much, so it’s better to just use. the Mexican coconut was with the sugar . But it’s actually not from Mexico, I think it’s from South Korea or somewhere near there. It comes in a tall aluminum can and looks like something you would buy at a Mexican grocery store on Federal, the design on the can isn’t too modern. You fill up the martini shaker with about a third crushed ice, then pour in the whole can of the coco frio, then add one unflavored packet of Natural Calm magneisum. We found that we had to use the packets, so we had a lot of extras, because they only put one unflavored one in each box. The unflavored one is the best because it doesn’t screw with the flavor. They also put a few other flavors in the box. The orange and lemon flavors were better than nothing, we used those when we didn’t have any of the unflavored packets. But the raspberry lemon and the cherry flavors were useless for the drink, they overpowered the flavor. You add the envelope and then shake it hard. Then you pour into a rocks glass, if you don’t have a rocks glass, then you can use an old fashioned glass, but it isn’t the right glass. Fill it a little more than halfway, then add club soda to the top. That’s it … some of the guys didn’t care, they just took the magnesium packets in water, the Dishwater for the guys would couldn’t stomach the plain magnesium. And we usually gave the sweet flavors of the magnesium packets to the divers who didn’t want the dishwaters. But I think the coconut water must have added something, because the divers who asked for the dishwaters, I found out later they had a lower weld error rating, so they performed better. But that was the point of the magnesium, lowered the jitters, steadier hand. But the unbender, that was all the divers. I went through about sixty different trials, nothing really worked until we hit on that …

The directive on the Crushing was Vitamin C after a dive. I don’t know why, but that’s what they wanted. And since it was after the dive, caffeine was allowed. But alcohol still wasn’t allowed. But unlike the Dirty Dishwater, the Unbender paired find with most every alcohol we tried, it worked with whisky best, but we had the same problem with that on in the bars as with the Dishwater. The Unbender had the Emergen-C vitamin packets in them, and those weren’t allowed in bars, we never even tried it in a juice bar. So when they pulled the Emergen-C packets in the bar, it was just a weak whisky and coke, and that went nowhere … we used Pepsi though, we couldn’t get the profile to work to United Crushing with Royal Crown, or Coke, we tried Dr. Pepper, we tried Sprite and that grapefruit one, Squirt, that one worked pretty well. But Pepsi tested highest, so rules of the ship, that’s the one we used. The Unbender also used the rocks glass, but an old fashioned glass would have worked equally well for that one, it may have even been better. You fill up the martini shaker about one-third with crushed ice, add the Emergen-C packet, then add about 12 ounces of club soda or seltzer, they both work. Hold the lid tight and shake it, the carbonation will push the lid off. Pour into the rocks glass about two-thirds of the way, top with Pepsi, but a rough pour, because you want it to mix. … it had nothing to do with the bends! No … Moishe, if you shut your yap I’ll tell you where we got the name. It had nothing to do with the bends or with underwater welding, the Unbender was named because of a little side-effect with the magnesium from the Dirty Dishwaters. That magnesium had a laxative effect, and after these divers got back in the pressure chamber, to the man, and once to the woman, they came back aboard and they all needed the head. The mechanical engineer was a Newcastle kid, he catches me in the companionway, I still remember what he asked me, I’ll try to do his accent … “oy, Shtoomp, what air ya feeding them divers, mate? When they get back aboard, I got u-bend straighteners all up and down the head lines.”

That’s what he called those massive magnesium shits from the divers, he called them “U-bend straighteners” as if the logs of crap were so formidable that they pushed the u-bends under the heads into straight pipes. So that name of course stuck, and the divers ended up calling the Dishwaters the “straighteners”. Eventually the antidote after the dive was the Unbender.

But those were the two drinks from Crushing, we never designed them to have any alcohol in them. They were similar to gin and tonics in that the company specified them to deliver necessary nutritional supplements or medicine in a way that the workers didn’t mind getting their dosages. But unlike the quinine gin drinks, they didn’t have alcohol because it wasn’t in the company specification. We found out later that our formulation either didn’t need the alcohol or worked better without it.

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Slackaholism

This is a real disease. So don’t call yourself a slackaholic just to make yourself look cool to your surfaholic, herbaholic friends. You might think it sounds kind of “cool” to experiment with slack. But when you try slack even just one time, you can become addicted to it. And … you know what, you’ve been warned. If you screw around with slack, you’ll find yourself IN slacks, the polyester kind, with yellow diamonds on the side and little photorealistic cartoons of a wombat. And you won’t wear them because you want to appear ironic. You’ll wear them because you don’t want to get hit by someone who jumps on the fairway before you’re off the green. Because only a pair of yellow diamond pants with a photorealistic cartoon of a wombat says to some impatient hooligan at the tee, “hey man, that person is insane, you should probably wait until they get off the green.”

That’s what slack will do to you.

So don’t be a slackaholic unless you’re ready to have your life turned upside down by wombat.

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Recent Dr. St. Clair Video statement

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Transcribed article from Dr. St. Clair release

We were able to use the recent press release from Dr. St. Clair to transcribe the original PFW article about Rick Yukon. Apologies for editing errors, the article was not completely clear in the video.

United Crushing Corporation Halts Search For Missing Employee

Scientist Rick Yukon presumed lost at sea

by Franz Calphke

The public information office for United Crushing Corporation has issued a statement regarding former employee Rick Yukon, who was reported to have been arrested by authorities in Martinique. This report contradicts an earlier report that Yukon was taken from the frigate in handcuffs at the port of Fort-de-France in Martinique. The updated statement yesterday claims that Yukon never made it to Martinique and was lost at least when the ship was in the North Atlantic. The statement provided no information about a search and rescue effort for Yukon, however company spokesperson Yves Rachin told PFW that all efforts were made to find Yukon after it was discovered he was missing from his duty post on board the frigate. Rachin also stated that with this release, United Crushing would halt all further search and rescue efforts.
Yukon was previously under investigation by Canadian authorities for a pressure-vessel explosion aboard the United Crushing frigate that caused a reported CAN$2.5 million in damage. No injuries or fatalities were reported from the explosion, however an associate of Yukon’s Cassandra St. Clair, who was on-board the same ship and had personal knowledge of the incident, claimed the explosion was not due to negligence. Dr. St. Clair could not be reached for futher comment.
Yukon’s employement with United Crushing began approximately six months prior to the voyage in which he was lost. An investigation by PFW suggests that Yukon did not have necessary credentials to operate the pressure equipment on board the frigate, although United Crushing public records indicated that they in fact hired Yukon to design the novel on-board system. Previously repoted in PFW, Yukon was

Editor’s Note: Unfortunately, we don’t have access to the continuation of the article. If anyone can find a printed copy in their archives, please let us know, we are offering a $500 reward for a photocopy. Thank you.

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Proclamation of Rick Yukon’s Intellectual Property in Reality Clamp discovery

Editor’s notes, they were transcribed from the cassette tape, apologies for some parts of the interview where I was unable to sufficiently hear Rick’s voice, the interview reportedly took place on board the South Atlantic Oil Platform BHP-17, and the sound of the industrial drilling equipment made the interview hard to discern on the tape.

I never wanted it, I never needed it. Look … what’s your name? Laramie? I know your name isn’t Laramie, it’s probably Jeannette or Yvette. I am fine with you coming in here and asking me dumb-ass questions about some fucking piece of shit invention that I made when those fuggers from United Crushing locked me into that room. But at any point in your training in journalism school, did you think to perhaps ask a question like “hey, maybe I should use some of that expensive education that my Boomer parents paid for while I was pounding frozen margaritas in the sorority house?” I apologize if I’m being rude to you, it’s honestly not my intention. I can see that you’re nervous, I used to be in your position when I was running around with Dwight Eisenhower, I gave him the business. I am just an idiot who got very lucky. That’s the dead nuts money reality of this situation sugar. So if I was able to make Ike laugh at my stupid jokes, then you can relax and take some constructive suggestions by someone whom I would you to consider a friend. When you did your pre-interview work on this one, at some point, you need to take it away from your fucking editor and just do your damned job [inaudible] look, you’re crying and this is going to on that fucking tape that you brought. And now you know why a good reporter should never have a fucking tape recorder. Please stop crying. I need you to stop crying. You’re a lovely young lady, I remember your article where you interviewed Sam Cohen after all those idiots got themselves killed trying to buy Red Mercury. You clearly know what you’re doing. But you’re what 23 years old? Life is going to be over fast sugar, it’s going to end before you have a chance to catch your breath. If you don’t assume ownership of these stories, then they will. And you’ve apparently done this job well enough and long enough that you can be certain that your editor will screw this up because they just don’t know what these ground state functions even are. I know why you’re here, you clearly knew enough about Sam Cohen’s work to actually understand that we were looking at the unit cell of the anitmony and mercury box, and that plutonium was just capture by an exponential tail of the gas-phase distribution, and then we centrifuged the empty boxes out. But I could see you knew what was happening. You and I both know that you let that article get away from you. They turned it into another Red Mercury scam article before they could put the Atari piece on the spike. But they did that because they knew you found the story. So you want to come here and ask me about a bunch of bullshit with that fucking reality clamp piece of shit, then don’t blow your perfumed smoke up my ass and think I’m going to dance around this brig because every asshole on this rig is right now jerking off to their mental snapshot of you when you came up here. You’re not going to shove your titties in my face and think I’m going to talk about that fucking reality clamp. So give some credit where credit is due. Just because you are the single most beautiful woman that I’ve ever seen does not necessarily mean that I am now an idiot. Yes, you may have decommissioned two of my three brains, but the remaining one knows why you are here. [inaudible] wait a sec [inaudible] I understand that, and you endure my torment for another couple of moments then you’ll see why it was worth it. [inaudible] I supposedly have all day here if I need it, if you want a sandwich or something, I can have them bring it in here for you. The food on this rig is excellent. [inaudible] it’s okay. The one you need to get here is the tuna melt. They take a bagel, put on the tuna salad, then a thick slice of red onion and they melt a slice of swiss over the top. [inaudible] I don’t plan on kissing you because then I’ll actually fall in love with you like all these other assholes and I’ll spend the next three months in this steel box with your memory and Palmela. I won’t get anything done. So please order the tuna melt with the onion. The onion makes it crispy, it’s just not the same with the tomato slice. [inaudible] For fuck sake, I don’t give a shit. You could change your tampon here and I wouldn’t give a fuck. Just get the food and we’ll get on with this thing. I know you’re hungry because I know you came by the launch and not the helicopter. The launch is half the day. [tape stop/restart] This is the string here, I’ve kept it all these years. [inaudible] Yeah, well now you’re being honest and we can get this fucking thing out of the way. No, it’s this one, the yellow and black one. That was the first production prototype, batch of four. I’m not sure what happened to the other three, they’re out there somewhere, I’m sure of it. But you can see, it is about as simple as we could make it, three components. So the string is essentially test prototype zero one, the black one is the first wrist prototype and the orange one is test prototype zero three. [inaudible] For fuck sake, I’m doing the interview, you’ll bring it home, how long do we have to drag it out? [inaudible] That’s what I was trying to tell you when you started crying because you hadn’t had any food all day and your blood sugar was crunchy and then I was an asshole to you because I didn’t want you wasting time with that fucking reality clamp, and now we still haven’t discussed the ground state work. [inaudible] Yeah, it’s weird, these dumb little things, these stupid inventions, the whole purpose of them all was to just sell the science, get a funding source for the research and get supraluminal probe launched. [inaudible] Yeah, I’ve luanched a supraluminal problem. Laramie, do I look like the kind of corporate prisoner who anyone would allow anywhere near a space program? The only space grommet you’re going to see near me is when I get down to American Samoa and enjoy some tarter sauce waves, I don’t know what the surfers call them, but they’re easier for me to catch the wave when they’re that intermediate size. So those are the prototypes, I never patented it. I told Cassandra to just give whatever IP we have on that to whomever needs it. I guess if I had patented the reality clamp I would now own this rig instead of being imprisoned on it. At the time, it felt right. We knew we were getting close when we started pulling readings off the osmium and they fit the projected voltages better as the mass density increased. We knew we had found the ground state mechanism for photon energy transfer. It didn’t violate any known laws which was a good start of course, that’s always a good start Laramie, make sure that it doesn’t violate and known laws, because you’ll have your hands full defending your baby from the unknown laws. Once you publish those just pop out of the woodwork and the pathologics. [inaudible] Pathologics. That’s what Lev Landua called them. [inaudible] It’s in one of the forwards of his Landau-Lifshitz books, I think you’ll need the American edition to get it, the international editions may not have it. I think it’s in his classical mechanics book. I haven’t checked what is in the front of his fluid mechanics book. By the time I get to his fluid mechanics book I already feel sufficiently stupid compared to him that I can’t bear to read his forward. It took me a whole year before I was able to read the forward about him in the classical book. He had a logarithmic rating system for physicists. I think four was pathological, three was an egg and cheese physicist. I’m a three point two at best. Two was a very good physicist, I think he put himself in that one initially and of course he was just as crazy as I am, so he raised his number later in life. A really low two would have been Newton or Dirac. And one was Einstein and only Einstein. But I might have that all wrong, maybe it went down below one, or maybe the worst physicists were zeros, and Einstein was the only five. I don’t remember, look it up when you get back, please don’t quote me on that, because then I’ll have half a dozen students correcting me on it for the next six years. My point was that I was only an average physicist at best, Matt could run circles around me in the park while flying a kite and high on cough syrup. He was probably a half more competent than say Julian Schwinger. [inaudible] You probably should not mention Schwinger if you want this thing to be get through your editor without being ripped into a bowl of ribbons. [inaudible] I had met him back in the 1970s, he was simultaneously the most terrifying and the most mesmerizing human I have ever known. His brain moved at a speed where he figured out what you meant before you finished even asking him something. And that’s your full-circle for that stupid reality clamp article, don’t let the truth get in the way of a good story, Laramie. They aren’t paying you to be an actuary. I’m stuck down in that brig when I worked on the ground state theory. The fucking United Crushing suit jabbed his finger into my chest and I barely tapped him back, and he goes flying across his cabin into his precious piece of shit plastic bowling trophy. And I’m not trying to imply that I even punched him. He stuck his finger in my chest and I did no more than a one-inch punch to his sternum, next thing I know he’s standing there like a dipshit with half the trophy in one hand and half in the other, it snapped where the bowling pin was bolted into the marble base. And it was actually a really nice trophy, I felt bad about the trophy, I offered to fix it for him, he just left me in there with the broken pieces. I couldn’t find any glue and it was just plastic. I got back to my cabin, I was still emotionally fucked from my previous gig in Haiti, all those kids, half of them were hovering a foot above death at any given moment. I drank a lot on the compression fitting gig. I knew the system, and I fucked it up with that explosion not because I was drunk or because I didn’t know the equipment but because I had fallen asleep while I was monitoring compression on valve. I made the ultimate rookie move, I overworked when I should have been sleeping and getting shitfaced. The system was installed correctly, and it didn’t need me there. But I thought I could have made a good compression engineer since I designed the system. They didn’t know that I designed it, they thought I had bamboozled the supplier into telling them that I had my credentials. But it was because ultimately I’m not an engineer, and I had no idea how to pace myself like an engineer. I went to sleep in my cabin and I woke up in that piece of shit brig that they made out of a storage room. And I wasn’t that drunk. They had picked up my bed while I was sleeping in it and moved me in there without me ever waking up. I don’t know how the fuck they did it, but they did it. {tape stop/restart]

I spend my time in that room, got some of the best work of my career done in there because I didn’t waste it on bullshit. And my single most profitable invention that I never made a dime off was that reality clamp, and the reason I wore that reality clamp is to remind me to use Julian Schwinger’s approach and never let the particle trajectory overwhelm the field constraints. [inaudible] Yes. [inaudible] Yes. And that’s why you should eat a tuna melt with an onion instead of tomato, because when you have a good head on your shoulders, no matter how beautiful you are, you will forever think of yourself as ugly because the truth is ugly. The truth is that my grandfather’s axe is in fact my grandfather’s axe, even though the blade had been replaced five times and the handle time times. That photon that reacts with your retina is not the same photon that left the dying ember of that flashlight. The energy you receive in your retina is a particle only because of the Heisenberg Uncertainty Principal. But in every other way, the energy you receive in your retina is just like the light we receive from a distant star when I wish that I could hold you. It’s gone. The star is probably gone, the people who lit that fire are gone, and here we are. The photon that tunneled under the ground state gave its life like a marathon runner to hand that little baton of energy to the next photon before it died in the time that it took to run its little heart out at the speed of light divided into the Planck length. And this whole process repeated itself. Up to six time ten to the thirty four photons all lived and died so that you could see that dying flame. Life is short for a photon, it’s a little bit longer for us, but our lives are only about three times ten to the fifty two times longer than a Planck time, and that’s not really even all that much. So take ownership of the story, make sure you’re properly fed, don’t assume that I didn’t know that your cry was fake but I still saw a little bit of a tear, and just let it go when you hand it to them and move on. Who was the Australian newspaper woman who said “never give your heart to the newspaper because it will surely break it”? Laramie, don’t give your heart to the newspaper. If you know hot to calculate a state function, then finish your real training, because you’re far beyond where I was when I started. [inaudbile] You can leave the plate, I’ll wash it. As you can see, they now apparently trust me with sharp objects [inaudible] Oh! Is it still running? I almost made you leave without the money shot, maybe you’re a born reporter after all. Yes, I put wore the little reality clamp so that I could remember to continue to revert to Schwinger’s field considerations whenever I got stuck. It was a memory aid. I spent more time on that than I did on the actual physics. But it worked. We got the voltage readings off of osmium a few years later and then we took it from there. It’s been a ball of confusion ever since, but it’s been a good ball of confusion because we finally have to admit that we know even less than we did before this whole thing started. And that’s good science, my dear, to create more questions that we can answer.

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The reality clamp was invented by Rick Yukon while aboard a North Sea frigate owned by the now defunct United Crushing Corporation. Yukon was originally employed the vessel as a compression engineer brought on for a single voyage in 1988 to monitor a steam retrofit. After a minor accident with no injuries but some damage to the ship’s engine room, Yukon’s credentials were called into question by the ship operators and corporate administrator. With extensive ship-to-shore communications, it was decided that Yukon had likely fraudulently obtained his compression certifications and his verifiable experience suggested that he knew little about the steam compression equipment on-board the commercial vessel.

After a discussion with the ship’s captain which resulted in a damaged bowling trophy, Yukon was decided to be a security risk by the ship’s captain and was confined to one of the ship’s interior storage rooms. It was during this forced confinement that Yukon derived his “ground state energy characteristic time transfer” theorem, which connected the Planck length to the speed of photons and neutrinos in objects of mass. Given the security considerations of the ship’s captain, Yukon was not allowed access to pencils and pens, but he was provided with a box of soft grease pencils with which he used to calculate and document his work on a hydrophobic surface of his own formulation and deposition. (This was the first recorded use of the “Eureka Rewrite” brand of rewritable tablet.)

During this two-month-long period of applied theory work conducted by Yukon, he reportedly devised the “Reality Clamp” which he used as a memory aid worn on his wrist. He found that he tended to eat through all of his day’s rations at once, which left him too tired to work. His goal was to remember to space out the consumption of his rations for two or three times per day. He designed the first ever Reality Clamp using material in the storage room, to both be “visually undeniable and physically unremarkable.” His first attempts to create an uncomfortable reality clamp using wire points didn’t work because he removed the device to work as grew too uncomfortable to wear.. He then made a version out of cotton strips, which he reported to be so comfortable that he forgot he had it on. His third attempt was an intermediate device made with corrugated paperboard and shock cord, which allowed for a small amount of discomfort and visual attention, and which he found highly effective as a memory aid.

The design and specific metrics of the Reality Clamp was unpublished until the intellectual property for the device was donated to the Crunchy Case air pollution project by the estate of Rick Yukon and Dr. Cassandra St. Clair.

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Dr. St. Clair on energy transfer below the Ground State

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This is the machine that puts the sour cream & snonion flavor on the chips. Each of our flavors has its own production schedule and its own flavor management. We don’t add the flavoring to the regular chips, we add them to the base chips. The flavorings are all unique, but the base chips are exactly the same for every flavor in the production line. The only exception we’ve ever had for that was with our Pineapple & Shrimp flavor. The best flavoring variant that we had for that one had an odd ability to absorb humidity from the air, which wasn’t a problem for our application process, but as the water evaporated again from our pre-packaging bake, the flavoring tended to clump to outside the tolerance of our product line. We found that we were able to cook the chips about 8% longer at a slightly lower cook temperature, which solved that problem. But that flavor was always a headache, mainly because we couldn’t use base chips to make them. Integrating that chip in the assembly process was always extra work, but management wanted to keep that flavor on the shelves until after Neighbor Day because it had become something of a flagship for the brand. So we just kind of muddled through. But then when the shortages finally came after the paper-cut scare, we had no choice but to eliminate it. We’ve had more complaint mail about that decision than any other in the history of Chipgasm. And it wasn’t an easy decision because our pilot operation manual requires that we place the customers’ needs ahead of our direct internal profitability within the magin of operational safety. But we had no choice once the rations began, there was no way for us to meet our quota for the core-four chips of regular, barbecue, sour cream & snonions and the fourth, which our floating flavor. That’s the one we typically use for nutritional delivery. We don’t currently have a way to incorporate the nutritional delivery into the regular, barbecue of sour cream & snonions because it changes the taste, and our pilot operation manual won’t let us change more than 75% of the product line if the complain letters exceed 12% over standard response. The floating flavor is essentially designed to accept the nutritional or pharmaceutical delivery, so we have a lot of latitude with what we use. In my opinion as a taster, the floating flavors will never equal the taste experience of the other core-four flavors. Part of the work we do on the core-four is managing the constantly changing components of the ingredients to maintain the taste experience. People don’t realize how difficult it is to maintain the flavor profile when every component we buy is subject to the same rations as we are. I might have to buy my cheese powder from Mexico on Tuesday and from Madagascar on Thursday. The rations might be able to supply me with our prime maltodextrin this week, and a sub-prime maltodextrin next week. A lot of the ingredients that you see on the label are mainly to allow some flexibility in the surface moisture, flavor retention, packing variances, and everything else that will change the flavor of that chip.

I’ll know about a new directive from High Coast Brands when suddenly all of my prime suppliers are available. They seem to pull some strings for me when they introduce a new nutritional or pharma, because it gives me more worker hours to focus on the getting the floating flavor out the door with the new additive. Generally, I don’t know what in the bulk additives. The entire month’s supply of additives come in a single envelope, it’s about as much micronized powder as you would fit in about five of those little packs of sugar. Figure about three grams of sugar in each, so about fifteen grams total micronized power. It’s hard to imagine that only fifteen grams is enough to supply a quarter of the country’s population for a month, but that’s the seed envelope. We cut that power with mostly cornstarch, then we add the stabilizers and matrix lock ingredients so the micronized powder doesn’t bind too much or create secondary structures. But that original fifteen grams, that’s the actual additive. So figure our territory is say ninety million people, and our current penetration is one-third, or thirty million people customers. Our average adjusted delivery is nine chips per customer per day. Take that fifteen grams, convert to kilograms, divide that by our thirty million customers, you get five hundred times ten to the negative twelfth kilograms per customer per month. Then divide by thirty, and then by nine chips, and you get about two times ten to the negative twelfth kilograms of micronized power per chip. That comes to about two trillion molecules of the additives per chip. That’s far more than is actually needed to produce the clinical result, but when it’s broken down like this, it’s easy to see why they only need to send us such a tiny amount. The envelope is normal, the micronized powder has tracers in it that are keyed to the production facility. So when I get the envelope in the mail, I shake up the internal packet and feed a sample to the sensor. It reads the tracer mark, and then I call up High Coast Brands and read the mark over the phone, letter by letter to the agent there. If it matches, then the machine gets the unlock signal, and then that month’s powder is authorized into the manufacturing. The tracers will continue to check for contaminants through the manufacturing process. As far as I know, this method cannot be tampered. But I’ve had a few young criminals who we employ to find security holes, and they’ve found two different ways to circumvent the security. So it’s possible. Hopefully the concentrations are low enough that this isn’t an attractive option, and the Lentilevers will make trouble for someone else other than me. And while I don’t know what’s inside of each powder shipment, I can get a rough idea by looking at the mass spec analysis, which has to be supervised by a human under both our rules and the national rules. It’s usually a cocktail of inoculations, some biometric tracers, some test pharmaceuticals and the mass psychology patches. The biometric tracers are easy to recognize, because they spike at the same mass number each time, they haven’t really started to hide the signature on those because there has been no tampering. The inoculations are easy to recognize after a few years because I’ll see those spikes show up before flu and tuberculosis season. The test pharmaceuticals are easy to find because they always load them into the statutory limit of no more than twenty percent mass. The psychology patches are whatever is left over.

I hope that answers your question. If you want to avoid the additives, purchase the flavors from the core-four, but not the floating flavor. If total purchase of the additive flavor falls below seventy-eight percent though, then we will have to start adding it to the other three flavors. If you and your friends don’t want to be dosed, then just buy a lot of the floating flavor and eat them when you don’t need a clear head.