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Tokyo Water

For all those who love Tokyo, and Japan, the news this morning that Tokyo drinking water is no longer safe for infants to drink due to radioactive levels is more than alarming - it is tragic.  One can only hope that somehow the reactors get back on the grid soon and some sort of control replaces the radiating chaos.

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Frau Mahlzahn said…
Unfortunately, I doubt that the situation will improve, rather, I'm afraid we don't have the full information...

So long,
Corinna

P.S.: Found you via Profile favorite books (Homo Faber) and saw that you also liked Echo&theBunnymen -- haven't listened to them in a while but used to like them a lot.
Anonymous said…
If there is one thing we have learned, we need better robots. We should have the ability to control a nuclear reactor via remote with robots from 500KM away, or via satellite. If pilots can control Predator and Reaper drones halfway around the world.

Of course, we will also need to start forming human militias to prepare for the inevitable day that that the robots rise up against us. Gangs of organ-harvesting robots sometimes intrude in my nightmares. So perhaps we should equip the robots with giant red shutdown buttons in the middle of their chests, so they could be disabled by a rock thrown by an urchin in the tattered ruins of an urban battlezone.

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