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Satellite, v. 1, issue 1, October 1938

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fully understand it all myself. But my atomic power experiments have gone wrong."
That did not surprise me in the least. Arthur Harris was always very anxious to discover new things that were going to revolutionize some branch or other of world affairs, but he could never work up energy enough to learn the very necessary ground work. It was a continual source of wonder to me that he was still in one piece and more or less whole - save for an occasional missing eyebrow or large tufts of hair.
"What have you done?" I asked, "Blown your house up?"
"No," he said, "I've nearly blown myself up". 
Well, he didn't look very much different to me, and I told him so.
"I know that," he said, "It's been puzzling me -- I ought to be almost transparent. You see, Ronnie, the atomic power went all through me in some way, and - well, it's made me almost non-existent. I was fixing up a few wires the other night, and feeling very pleased with myself - I was sure I was on the verge of the discovery of the secret of atomic power. After fixing everything else, I was just plugging in a lead when there was an awful flash. I know now that the main apparatus all went up in smoke, but all I was conscious of at the time was a terrible eruption inside me, as though every little molecule was being torn from its usual place. My in is on the ground floor, you know, and it's got thick concrete flooring, for which heaven be praised. I staggered about for a good five minutes, not knowing what on earth to do. I had a job to lift my feet up; at first I thought it was just that the shock had knocked me off my balance, but it soon dawned on my what was wrong. My feet were sinking into the concrete like thick mud!"
"Ridiculous!" I snorted.
"Yes, I know," said Harris with a groan, "But it's true, old man. And then, when I went to the door, I tripped -- and went right through the door which was closed and locked, mark you!"

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fully understand it all myself. But my atomic power experiments have gone wrong." That did not surprise me in the least. Arthur Harris was always very anxious to discover new things that were going to revolutionize some branch or other of world affairs, but he could never work up energy enough to learn the very necessary ground work. It was a continual source of wonder to me that he was still in one piece and more or less whole - save for an occasional missing eyebrow or large tufts of hair. "What have you done?" I asked, "Blown your house up?" "No," he said, "I've nearly blown myself up". Well, he didn't look very much different to me, and I told him so. "I know that," he said, "It's been puzzling me -- I ought to be almost transparent. You see, Ronnie, the atomic power went all through me in some way, and - well, it's made me almost non-existent. I was fixing up a few wires the other night, and feeling very pleased with myself - I was sure I was on the verge of the discovery of the secret of atomic power. After fixing everything else, I was just plugging in a lead when there was an awful flash. I know now that the main apparatus all went up in smoke, but all I was conscious of at the time was a terrible eruption inside me, as though every little molecule was being torn from its usual place. My in is on the ground floor, you know, and it's got thick concrete flooring, for which heaven be praised. I staggered about for a good five minutes, not knowing what on earth to do. I had a job to lift my feet up; at first I thought it was just that the shock had knocked me off my balance, but it soon dawned on my what was wrong. My feet were sinking into the concrete like thick mud!" "Ridiculous!" I snorted. "Yes, I know," said Harris with a groan, "But it's true, old man. And then, when I went to the door, I tripped -- and went right through the door which was closed and locked, mark you!"

mesmo não entendo completamente. Mas meu experimento de energia atômica deu errado." Isso não me surpreendeu nem um pouco. Arthur Harris sempre foi muito ansioso para descobrir coisas novas que iriam revolucionar algum ramo ou algum outro problema do mundo, mas ele nunca pôde produzir energia necessária para aprender os fundamentos básicos. Era uma contínua fonte de dmiração para mim que ele ainda estivesse inteiro, ou ao menos alguma coisa perto disso - salvo uma sombracelha ou alguns tufos de cabelo ocasionalmente faltando. "O que você fez?" eu perguntei, "Explodiu sua casa?" "Não", ele disse, "Eu quase me explodi." Bom, ele não parecia muito diferente pra mim, e eu disse isso à ele. "Eu sei," ele disse, "Isso tem me intrigado - eu devo estar quase transparente. Veje só Ronnie, a energia atômica veio toda para mim de alguma maneira, e - bom, e me fez quase inexistente. Eu estava consertando  uns fios na outra noite, e me sentindo muito bem comigo mesmo - eu tinha certeza que estava prestes a descobrir o segredo da energia atômica. Depois de ter consertado tudo, eu estava só conectando a tomada quando houve um flash horrível. Eu sei agora que os aparelhos principais viraram fumaça, mas na hora, eu só tinha consciência de que havia uma erupção horrível dentro de mim, como se cada pequena molécula estivesse sendo arrancada de seu lugar de costume. Meu .. fica no térreo, você sabe, e tem um chão grosso de concreto, pelo qual os céus sejam louvados. Eu cambaleei por uns bons cinco minutos, sem saber o que gotas d'água fazer. Me deu um pouco de trabalho levantar pé. No começo achei que fosse apenas o choque que me deixou fora de área, mas então me dei conta do que estava errado. Meu pé estava enfiado dentro do concreto como se fosse lama. "Ridiculo!" eu bufei. "Sim, eu sei." Disse Harris com um suspiro, "Mas é verdade, velhote. E então, quando fui para porta, eu tropecei - e atravessei direto a porta que estava fechada e trancada, note bem!"