must have been about twelve when the language teacher ordered us to analyze the reading class. I was so recorded that nearly twenty years later was the first thing that came to mind when the disaster began FUKUSHIN, which has already reached the level of Chernobyl on the international INES scale.
is not the tale of a radical environmentalist, but from a story by Isaac Asimov, biochemist, communicator and writer of science fiction that later I would drink the Foundation saga.
Stupid Asses!
Naron, Rigelians of the long race was the fourth of his line carrying the annals galaxies. Possessed the large book containing the list of the many breeds of all galaxies that had acquired the gift of intelligence, and the book, much less, which included those who had reached maturity and had merit join the Galactic Federation.
is not the tale of a radical environmentalist, but from a story by Isaac Asimov, biochemist, communicator and writer of science fiction that later I would drink the Foundation saga.
Stupid Asses!
Naron, Rigelians of the long race was the fourth of his line carrying the annals galaxies. Possessed the large book containing the list of the many breeds of all galaxies that had acquired the gift of intelligence, and the book, much less, which included those who had reached maturity and had merit join the Galactic Federation.
In the first book had crossed a few names listed above: those races that, for whatever reason, had failed. Misfortune, or bioavailable biochemical deficiencies, lack of social adaptation took their toll. However, in there had been little book that ever cross any of the names noted. At that time, Naron, enormously big and incredibly old, looked up, noting that the approach of a messenger.
-Naron-greeted the messenger. Great Lord!
"Well, well, what? Less ceremony.
"Another group of organisms has reached maturity.
"Great. Great. Rise very fast now.
Just passing year without reaching a new group. Who are those?
The messenger gave the key number of the galaxy and the world coordinates in question.
"Oh, yes," Naron said. I know. And with good cursive scored the data in the first book, then moving to the second planet's name. Used, as usual, the name under which the planet was known by the larger fraction of its own people. He wrote then: The Earth.
-Estas criaturas nuevas -dijo luego- han establecido un récord. Ningún otro grupo ha pasado de la inteligencia a la madurez tan rápidamente. No será una equivocación, espero.
- De ningún modo, señor - respondió el mensajero.
- Han llegado al conocimiento de la energía termonuclear, ¿no es cierto?
-Sí, señor.
-Bien, ése es el requisito. -Naron soltaba una risita-. Their ships will probe the space soon and will contact the Federation.
"Actually, sir," said the messenger, with reluctance, "the Observer reported that we have not yet entered the zone.
Naron was stunned.
- neither too little nor too much? Did not even have a space station?
"Not yet, sir.
"But if they have the thermonuclear energy, where do the tests and explosions?
"In his own planet, sir.
Naron stood in his six feet tall and thundered:
- In your own planet?
"Yes, sir.
With deliberate gesture, Naron took out his pen and crossed out with a line in the last entry small book. It was an unprecedented event, but is that Naron was very wise and able to see the inevitable as nobody in the galaxy.
- dumb asses! - Muttered.
Author comment:
I'm afraid this is another cautionary tale. But you will see, the nuclear danger points escalated when the U.S. and the Soviet Union, each in turn, built the fusion bomb, or hydrogen. I again feel bitter.
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