Once upon a time a lab was made in the cynkel laboratory.
I, Marcpenetrerande Radar, tried to increase the top speed of the cynkle by fusing it with cynklotons, the newly discovered photon cousin.
By spinning, the cynklotons started to dance. This is called pumping. Then Cynklestine “A21” was released into the wild. Nobody told him the rules. He has no rules. He decays whenever he wants and calls it spontaneous.
Then I became one of them.
I am a Cynkloton. I fly weeeee. Bonk. A mirror. Weeee, huh, a friend. Weeee. Bonk. Another. Weeee. More friends?? Where are they coming from??
Tickeling Neon just creates more of us, we fly with feathers and tickle Ne till it sneezes out a new of us.
There are many Neon friends in the tube. I like the Neon friends. The Neon friends are gentle. The Neon friends glow nice when you tickle them.
The Helium does not tickle the Neon friends.
The Helium is the evil parent of Neon. The Helium talks to the cynkel-thunder. He says “thunder come here” and the thunder comes and then he uses the thunder to punch the Neon friends right in the face. Every time he gets close enough. Full body. Shoulder in the chest. Bonk bonk bonk.
And the Neon friends do not even know why. They just get all the energy shoved into them and they stand up, all inverted, very confused, saying “what did I do.”
Nothing. You did nothing. That is the sad part. And cynkelbot can verify it.
Then the poor Neon friends relax and cough out me. That is how I was born. I was born out of a Neon friend getting bullied by a Helium.
After long days of bouncing around the mirrors let me out, and I landed in the worst place of all:
The Cynkel-Street of Etalons.
Etalons everywhere and friends vanish out into nothingness. You hear their screem as the non resonance cancels them out. And here I am flying into a detect-o-cynkel (cynkelbutiks newest addon for only 12g cynkelgold) turned into the new cynkelelectron.
This was the end of the cynklotons. I landed in the detect-o-cynkel and became the new cynkelelectron, and my story was done.
But my story is not over. Somewhere out on the Cynkel-Street of Etalons, a small dish heard me and went “hmm, object. Three meters. Turn left.”
The next day, doctor Lonkas Bronkas came in and read the whiteboard. Radar advancements Marcpenetrerande Radar:
CynkelSirkel 5000: experiment successful
Working radar prototype
You have met him before. He wrote this post.
Tune in next time, when the CynkelSirkel lets out its first beep.
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