TECH PRIOR

Intro 

The first several pages will attempt to describe the design in everyday language, keeping numbers to a minimum and avoiding formulas and jargon. I apologize in advance for my loose use of language and imperfect analogies. The second section is for those with a technical background. There are no doubt errors of various kinds and superior optimizations for elements of the system. Feedback would be most welcome – please send to hyperloop@spacex.com or hyperloop@teslamotors.com. I would like to thank my excellent compadres at both companies for their help in putting this together. Background When the California “high speed” rail was approved, I was quite disappointed, as I know many others were too. How could it be that the home of Silicon Valley and JPL – doing incredible things like indexing all the world’s knowledge and putting rovers on Mars – would build a bullet train that is both one of the most expensive per mile and one of the slowest in the world? Note, I am hedging my statement slightly by saying “one of”. The head of the California high speed rail project called me to complain that it wasn’t the very slowest bullet train nor the very most expensive per mile. The underlying motive for a statewide mass transit system is a good one. It would be great to have an alternative to flying or driving, but obviously only if it is actually better than flying or driving. The train in question would be both slower, more expensive to operate (if unsubsidized) and less safe by two orders of magnitude than flying, so why would anyone use it? If we are to make a massive investment in a new transportation system, then the return should by rights be equally massive. Compared to the alternatives, it should ideally be:

 Safer
 Faster
 Lower cost
 More convenient
 Immune to weather
 Sustainably self-powering
 Resistant to Earthquakes
 Not disruptive to those along the route

Is there truly a new mode of transport – a fifth mode after planes, trains, cars and boats – that meets those criteria and is practical to implement? Many ideas for a system with most of those properties have been proposed and should be acknowledged, reaching as far back as Robert Goddard’s to proposals in recent decades by the Rand Corporation and ET3. Unfortunately, none of these have panned out. As things stand today, there is not even a short distance demonstration system operating in test pilot mode anywhere in the world, let alone something that is robust enough for public transit. They all possess, it would seem, one or more fatal flaws that prevent them from coming to fruition.

Jack Frost was tired and discouraged. For years he had stood like a tin soldier on the side of a blue box holding a tablet in his arms and smiling, smiling all the time. It began to be harder and harder to smile and the tabled seemed ever so heavy. Finally Jack thought of a plan. he would get his twin brother, who looked like him, to take his job for a month. After all, he reasoned, when you’re a trade-mark you ought to know all about the thing you represent.

So the next morning a boat left with Jack aboard. Soon they landed in Havana, Cuba and Jack stepped off the boat. He did not stay in the city of Havana, though it was very interesting and modern, but drove quickly out into the open country. There he found, as far as he could look, acres and acres of sugar cane. Some of the sugar cane reached as high as twelve feet in the air. When he walked into the fields Jack saw that the sugar can was something like bamboo, with joints up and down the stalk and wide grass-like leaves and feathery flowers all up at the top.

The dark natives dressed in loose garments and big sun hats walked through the rows in the blazing sun, cutting the canes with a very sharp knife called a machete. Then they loaded the canes on an open cart drawn by oxen. Finally they reached the sugar mill or central, as it is called, and drove into a big yard. In the mill a very nice man who seemed to be the mill superintendent explained what happened to the sugar cane. First, the canes were crushed between great rollers and all the juice squeezed out.

Then this juice was chemically treated with lime and then heated, with the result that the dirt and straw and other impurities went to the bottom of the tanks and the pure cane juice came to the top. The third step was to syphon the pure juice off into another tank. It was so thin it looked just like colored water to Jack. He watched them apply heat to these big closed tanks and gradually this thin fluid turned to a syrup. The syrup was then run into what was called vacuum pans with heated copper coils in them. As it came out of the pans it was a sticky substance with tiny granules all through it, and the man explained that the granules were really sugar floating around in molasses. The next step was to get it separated from the molasses, and this was done in great round drums which spun around at a terrific speed so that the molasses ran out through the holes.

The brownish raw sugar was then ready to be shipped. It was packed in burlap bags, about 320 pounds to a bag, and shipped away from the central. These bags were loaded on the boat, which Jack boarded, bound for home. The boat docked at the pier after reaching New York and Jack watched them unload the great bags and wondered how it was made into the glistening white crystals that had come out of his boxes. He soon learned how raw sugar was made into lovely, white sparkling sugar in the sugar refinery.

The bags were emptied and the raw sugar carried up into the building by endless bucket elevators and dumped into a long mingling trough. The raw sugar in the mingling trough was then mixed with syrup and the whole mushy mixture was passed into a big mixing tank to separate the crystals from the syrup, after which the mixture was run into big centrifugal drums like those Jack had seen in Cuba and as they spun around rapidly the liquid flew off through the fine wire mesh of the drums and the washed crystals were left begind [sic].

These washed crystals were melted in hot water and certain substances added to clarify it and the whole mixture was pumped through closely woven cloth in the filter presses. After this there was still one more purifying process through which to go, so the liquid was run through great tanks of bone black, eighteen or twenty feed deep, called char filters. The liquid which flowed out of these filters was no longer muddy and colored but clear and sparkling like pure spring water.

Again the liquid went into the big whirling drums but this time the crystals left on the inside of the drums were pure glistening white sugar. Jack’s adventure was over and he had to go back to his job, but now he was happy and was really glad to be the Jack Frost trade-mark, as he knew what he represented and he was proud to be the guarantee of every package of sugar that went out of his refinery.

So with a smiling face, contented and proud, he took the tablet from his brother and stepped back onto the side of the blue pasteboard box.

Long, long ago in a city of France there lived a king who had a beautiful daughter named Elizabeth. One day as she was walking through her garden a fierce dragon swooped down upon her and carried her away.

There was a great sorrow throughout the land. Her father said that he would give the hand of his daughter and half of his kingdom to the man who would save her. Ther lived not far from the palace a lad whose name was Roland. when he heard what the king had said he decided to go and try his luck. He set out on his journey to the palace.

On his arrival he asked to see the king. When he was admitted he told him that he would save his daughter or get killed by the dragon. The king told him to stay over night and rest. The next day he set out on his journey. When Roland came in sight of the dragon’s cave he hid behind a rock. Suddenly the dragon came with fire coming from his nose and mouth.

Roland was near by and drew his sword, swung it with all his might upon the dragon. he gave a fierce cry of pain and fell dead. Roland went into the cave and brought out the princess and took her to the palace. Later Roland and Elizabeth were married.

7. “Krokodil”

Desomorphine, known by the street name Krokodil, is an opioid derivative of codeine. Like heroin and another opioid, it has sedative and analgesic effect is highly addictive and harmful as well. Those who use it can develop extreme skin ulceration, infections, and gangrene. It is used as a substitute for Heroin in Russia and Ukraine.

 

8. “Calculus Bridge”

                   It’s not related to Maths.
It’s hardened plaque across teeth – a big old chunk of it. Technically it has to be chipped away by a Dentist. It’s not something you would like to see.



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9. “Lemon Party”

Sounds like a bunch of teenagers having a lemon party thing but it’s an orgy of a very old man. But why is it called a “Lemon Party”? No. Don’t even think about it.



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It was the last day of school and four boys were walking home. Their names were Time, Jack, Bill and Joe. Time said, “Let’s go fishing Wednesday if it’s a nice day.” So all boys agreed. Then they went home.

Jack’s mother said, “Jack please go to the store for me.” Jack pouted and said, “Let sister go.” So his sister went. On Wednesday Jack was just leaving the house when his mother said, “Where are you going, Jack??” Jack answered, “I am going fishing with the boys.”

Jack’s father said, “No, you disobeyed your mother yesterday, so go out into the back yard and chop all the wood in the pile.” Just then the boys came along and said, “Come on, Jack, we are going fishing.”

Jack did not answer but he just looked at them. Jack’s dog looked up as if to say, “Do not go Jack, you would be disobeying your parents.” Jack did not go.

That evening the boys came home and Tim had fallen into the pond and had gotten all wet, but Jack was glad he did not go because he might have fallen in the water too.

- By Jemima Moyle

There once was an aviator who was called Ace High. He was called Ace High because he won cups and medals for records and tricks that no other aviator could perform. When the World War broke out he went as an aviator. One day five American aviators went out and met with a German airship. Ace High was one of the five to fight with the German airship.

Ace High’s partner was killed. Consequently he drove and took charge of the machine gun. After one hour of fighting with the enemy Ace High wa the only one left.

The men in the airship shot their machine guns at him but could not hit him because he did tricks. Ace High tried to get ontop of the airship so he could drop a bomb on it but every time he tried the airship would go up higher. There were twenty-five men in the airship and Ace high shot six of them. One of the men in the airship shot ace high in the shoulder but he didn’t give up. Ace High fought and fought and fought.

At last he got on top of the airship and dropped a bomb on it and the German airship went down in flames. Ace High went back to quarters and told his story. he received a medal for what he had done.

When the war was over he went home to his parents and told about the fight he was in. He received seven medals during the war. The people then called him “The Hero of the Air.”

- By Benny Buchberg 

There was once a parson who was such a tyrant that whenever he met anyone on the road he would cry out, “Out of my way!” One day it happened that he met the king on the road and he did not recognize him. He called out as usual, “Out of my way!”

But the king kept on and it was the parson who had to turn his horse. “Come to see me tomorrow,” called the king. “If you can not answer three questions I will ask you, you will lose your position as parson.” “Well,” thought the parson, “all this is fine except I can’t answer any questions.

I’ll get the clerk to go in my place.” The following morning he sent his clerk to the king. When the clerk appeared the king said, “Well, I see you’re here.” “Yes, sire,” answered the clerk. “Tell me, said the king,” how far is the east from the west?” “Just a day’s journey,” replied the clerk. “How is that?”

“Well, the sun rises in the east and sets in the west and he makes the journey nicely in one day.” “Tell me how much do you think I am worth as I stand here before you?” asked the king. “Our Lord was worth thirty pieces of silver,” answered the clerk, “so I couldn’t price you any higher than twenty-nine.”

“Well done,” exclaimed the king, “but can you tell me what I am thinking of now?” “You’re thinking the parson stands before you, but you are mistaken, sire, because I am only the clerk.” “Well then, go home abe be you parson and let him be clerk.” And so it ended.

- Grace Schallowhorn