Chapters (84)
- Cover
- Also by W. Michael Gear
- Dedication
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66
- Chapter 67
- Chapter 68
- Chapter 69
- Chapter 70
- Chapter 71
- Chapter 72
- Chapter 73
- Chapter 74
- Chapter 75
- Chapter 76
- Chapter 77
- Chapter 78
- Chapter 79
- Chapter 80
- Epilogue
And, as The Jewel began to return to normal, people making for the tables and bar, Dek threw his head back and laughed until his sides ached.
Chapter 35
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The way the shoring ran, the entire roof of the Number Three was enclosed. No way that IG Soukup could see the shocked rock that the bore had been drifted through. Kalico, Desh Ituri, and Arobindo Ghosh, dressed in protective suits with helmets and breathers, took a position in rear. Soukup, also covered in a protective suit, stared up through a transparent facial shield.
They stood in the tunnel—rails underfoot where the ore cars carried the rich quartz, schist, and metal-laced rock mined above, out to the haulers that in turn trucked them down to the smelter. Occasional lights—sometimes flickering—illuminated the tunnel. Even with the shoring, water dripped on them as if it were a healthy rain, while on the floor, the “water make”—heavy metal-rich water draining from the mountain—ran in a fast rivulet to one side.
Kalico pointed to where the ore from above fell through the hopper and into the cars. “That’s the payoff. Took us three years. We’re still using the tram above, removing ore and metal with the skip, then carrying it down in buckets. If we had a bigger smelter, we could triple production.”
Soukup winced at the droplets spattering on his helmet and face shield. His voice came out tinny through the speaker. “And you say this is all toxic?” It had been necessary to leave the Four at the tunnel mouth, not having enough protective suits.
“Many of the metals we mine, like beryllium, arsenic, and cadmium, are toxic. Not to mention the uranium, polonium, thorium, radium, and the rest. We have had to innovate. The really hot stuff is unprocessed. We load the radioactive ores directly into containers and ship them up to L5. When Turalon gets around to it, those containers can be strapped to the hull and can make the trip back to Solar System in vacuum, and on the other side of the ship’s radiation shielding.”
“You said it took you three tries to dig this tunnel? That it took you two years during which time, the mine was only running at partial capacity?”
Ghosh stepped up, saying, “We had to learn as we went. Had to develop the technology, design the shoring. Drilling through the shocked rock necessitated new techniques. And then there were the safety issues when it came to the metals. Dealing with the mercury alone caused us a month’s worth of delays.”
“And it cost us five people,” Kalico added. “Five lives we couldn’t afford.”
“You all seem unusually preoccupied with safety,” Soukup noted. “Even to the detriment of meeting production quotas.”