Moving oil via dolmen gates is still a big reduction in the amount of oil used since supertankers won't be burning fuel carrying it across the ocean.
With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Twelve)
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Oil isn't used much for power generation, though.
Oil tankers like other large cargo ships are actually extremely fuel efficient. A Gate network would actually contribute more to improving the environment by reducing oil spills, since oil companies refuse to use double hulled tankers like other hazardous chemical transporters do.
It does occur to me that probably one of the biggest advantages of Dolmen Gates when it comes to bulk transportation (once there's enough of them) will be flexibility. Put one on a vehicle big enough to carry it, and you have a system that combines the mobility of a truck or aircraft with the effective carrying capacity of a pipeline, ship or railroad. If you need a few thousand tons of construction material in the middle of nowhere, land a cargo helicopter with a Gate in the cargo hold nearby and offload everything through there.
Jamie Roberts
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Like in Stephen King's The Jaunt where humanity can got back-and-forth from far off parts of space as long as they get a teleporter station to the other side by normal means first.
But without people gouging out their own eyes if they go through awake, a distinct advantage for Dolmen Gates over Jaunting even if they are shorter ranged.
"Wanted to see! I saw! Longer that you think, Dad! Longer than you think!"
I think it was stated in the fic that Dolmen Gates don't really work for further than the moon? Or that Mars was at least a dicey proposition.
Oil spills are quite rare and can be mitigated quite well with a power ring (even a green one) and you'll improve the environment far more by making a gate network connecting just a few major cities to replace airlines.
Until the gates are actually on the marketplace as a viable product transportation of PEOPLE is where you'll make the biggest strides in reducing the impact of stuff to the Earth. Hartsfield-Jackson Airport is the world's busiest airport; place gates at all the major terminals flights leave from there to reach and untold amounts of pollution disappear.
Hazardous chemical spills at airports ranging from aviation gasoline down to the various other fluids that go in planes are an everyday thing and rain carries the materials straight into the aquifer. Oil spills are quite rare especially when considered side by side with those statistics.
Even if you only put one at the busiest cities Hartsfield-Jackson connected to you'd cut emissions by a huge amount. IIRC Emissions are the massive polluters of the world stage.
Until the gates are actually on the marketplace as a viable product transportation of PEOPLE is where you'll make the biggest strides in reducing the impact of stuff to the Earth. Hartsfield-Jackson Airport is the world's busiest airport; place gates at all the major terminals flights leave from there to reach and untold amounts of pollution disappear.
Hazardous chemical spills at airports ranging from aviation gasoline down to the various other fluids that go in planes are an everyday thing and rain carries the materials straight into the aquifer. Oil spills are quite rare especially when considered side by side with those statistics.
Even if you only put one at the busiest cities Hartsfield-Jackson connected to you'd cut emissions by a huge amount. IIRC Emissions are the massive polluters of the world stage.
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Empiricist2
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Given what he said a while ago about magic fields, it makes sense. If Earth's magic fields don't extend that far into interplanetary space, moving between planets that could be multiple light minutes apart might cause issues.
Also, the "arcane matrix" of different planets doesn't work quite the same. Which is probably why you'd need consultation with a Martian magician; he or she would have to help in figuring out how to match compatibility between the Earth and Martian gates.
Evidently it's doable and the Martian Mages hold the key however... 
You'd probably be better off adding the Martians to the Zeta Tube network at the beginning if only so you can get everyone on one planet to do the research however. Even if it's unreliable on some days we do know it works from Earth to Mars well enough the rest of the time.
Hell, now that Paul has the database from the Green Ring he can probably even streamline / improve the Zeta Tube network (presuming that the Rannian's do exist and use the technology like he thought at the beginning even if Dr. Erdel developed it independently).
You'd probably be better off adding the Martians to the Zeta Tube network at the beginning if only so you can get everyone on one planet to do the research however. Even if it's unreliable on some days we do know it works from Earth to Mars well enough the rest of the time.
Hell, now that Paul has the database from the Green Ring he can probably even streamline / improve the Zeta Tube network (presuming that the Rannian's do exist and use the technology like he thought at the beginning even if Dr. Erdel developed it independently).
Black Reign (part 4)
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13th March 2011
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I wince as Kon looks at me. "What'd he say?"
I generate a gag round the would-be armed robber's mouth. Kon speaks fluent Spanish-Spanish, but that diatribe had several words from native languages and slang that hasn't made it into Cadmus' database as yet. "I have no desire to repeat it."
Kon nods in understanding, then gets out his mobile phone as he walks a little way away from the building, elbowing the mouthy man in the back hard enough to send him staggering into the wall. "Police? Superboy. Yeah, we've found them. Petare Barrio, near-." He pauses, looking back at me. "Yeah, we can do that. Do you want us to tape the area off?" He pauses for a moment, then moves the phone away from his mouth and looks at me. "Why is he laughing?"
I look away, towards the crowd gathering on the periphery of our working area. Maybe I'm getting paranoid, but I'm sure I've heard the word 'cake' at least twice. "Do you really think anyone would take the slightest bit of notice?"
"I guess…" He returns the phone to his ear. "Okay, we'll be there in a few minutes."
I turn to the investigative reporter who tried taking pictures of the wrong group of drug pedlars. "Ma'am? We can drop you off if you like."
Fabiana Holguin looks up from checking her camera. The gang might have grabbed her for taking pictures of them, but they recognised an expensive camera when they saw one and didn't just smash it. Looks like it's in full working order. "Thank you. I would appreciate that."
I nod and attach an orange filament to her before rising into the Caracan sky. The gang members get to dangle off the construct-ropes binding them while I grant Ms Holguin the courtesy of a more normal flight profile alongside me. Kon hangs around for a moment before following us into the air and taking the lead.
"How come two American superheroes-" I shudder. "-are in Caracas, anyway?"
"Do I sound like an American?"
"Ah. Maybe? Are you not American?"
"I'm English."
"I've only ever seen you in America."
"I was in England last week! There was this.. fear elemental thing in Cornwall."
"Where?"
"J-? Do I call you Mexican?"
"Okay, sorry." She brings her camera up and starts taking pictures. "So why are you here?"
"Training. Normally, we'd just get sent out on our own recognisance, but Superboy and I live somewhere with a very low crime rate." The entire Justice League meeting semi-regularly in a place can have that effect. There's actually a small plaque in Happy Harbour dedicated to 'the most unlucky burglar in America' after a petty thief somehow managed to run straight into nearly the entire League line up. "That's true for several of our fellow trainees, so we got our choice of cities to go to."
"And you picked Caracas?"
I nod. "Highest crime rate of any city in the world."
"Are you a masochist, then?"
"Once you've fought a couple of eldritch abominations, men with guns just aren't that scary. I mean, I was a little surprised that the government were okay with the League sending us here-" The President here isn't Hugo Chavez, but he isn't much more US friendly. "-but the police seem to appreciate it."
Kaldur and Garth are in Cape Town, while Tula and M'gann got Acapulco. When we visited it before we pretty much stayed on the beach. I imagine that seeing the rest will be an eye-opener. I asked to be paired with Kon, on the grounds that with everything that's been going on we haven't been spending as much time together as we used to. He's been busy with school stuff, Amazon stuff and M'gann while I've been busy with Zatanna. I mean, we live together, it's not as if we haven't spent time around each other, but he was right; it hasn't been the same.
"Wait, Superboy? As in Superman?"
I cup my right hand against my mouth. "Kon!"
He glances back then looks away for a moment before dropping back. "What do you want to know?"
"Are you..? Superman's son? You do.. look a little like him… And you're wearing an 'S'."
Kon sighs. He's in his Nth metal armour, which is sufficiently un-Supermany that people who just get a quick look usually don't notice the 'S' on the breastplate. "I'm a partial clone of Superman. I'm not his son, he didn't even know I'd been created until last July."
"Someone cloned Superman?"
"Yes. A company called 'Cadmus'."
"I thought cloning people was illegal in America."
"No, only cloning Humans." Kon looks away again. "The guy in charge is in prison and everyone else said they were being mind controlled."
I look down at the city as we fly over-. I extend an orange grabbing arm and hoik another drug pedlar off the ground, using a filament to pick up his stash as he tries to throw it away. He gets added to the prisoner group.
"Could we do an interview later? This sounds like something I could get an award for."
"Sure, but, ah… The story already broke in the US. It's not exactly news any more."
After the attack on the LexCorp headquarters various reporters have been asking the League who the chap in plate armour was and eventually Diana, Kon and Catherine Cobert decided between them that it would be better to explain the situation rather than allow the speculation frenzy to continue. Fortunately, I knew someone who would be happy to write a piece and -frankly- wasn't inclined to interview in an aggressive way that would wind Kon up. The public desire to know resulted in Dana Dearden's interview actually getting published, along with follow up pieces about the rest of us. Nationwide, as I understand it. I understand that Superman's been fielding some slightly uncomfortable questions but Kon was clear that he's happy with the situation.
Oh, for goodness sake. How blatant are drug dealers around here?
"It was news to me, so it will probably be news to my paper's readers as well."
"Ah. If we get time, sure."
"How long are you and…" She glances at me.
"Orange Lantern."
"Orange Lantern going to be here for?"
"Probably all day. You know, as long as nothing happens that means we need to be someplace else." He thinks for a moment. "Given the crime rate, we probably won't. Hey, Paul? Would it be alright if she came with us?"
"Um. I suppose. If she wants to?" I turn to her. "There aren't any significant supervillains active in Caracas at the moment, so it shouldn't be too hard to keep you safe."
"I've been kidnapped and kept in a cage under armed guard for two days. Compared to that, following a superhero around sounds pretty safe."
"Okay then. We can pick you up after you've given a witness statement about your kidnapping."
"Are you going to be coming back after today?"
"Depends. Maybe next weekend. After that… Probably not for a while."
"Okay then. I'll give a statement, phone my editor and then I will join you."
11:22 GMT -4:30
I wince as Kon looks at me. "What'd he say?"
I generate a gag round the would-be armed robber's mouth. Kon speaks fluent Spanish-Spanish, but that diatribe had several words from native languages and slang that hasn't made it into Cadmus' database as yet. "I have no desire to repeat it."
Kon nods in understanding, then gets out his mobile phone as he walks a little way away from the building, elbowing the mouthy man in the back hard enough to send him staggering into the wall. "Police? Superboy. Yeah, we've found them. Petare Barrio, near-." He pauses, looking back at me. "Yeah, we can do that. Do you want us to tape the area off?" He pauses for a moment, then moves the phone away from his mouth and looks at me. "Why is he laughing?"
I look away, towards the crowd gathering on the periphery of our working area. Maybe I'm getting paranoid, but I'm sure I've heard the word 'cake' at least twice. "Do you really think anyone would take the slightest bit of notice?"
"I guess…" He returns the phone to his ear. "Okay, we'll be there in a few minutes."
I turn to the investigative reporter who tried taking pictures of the wrong group of drug pedlars. "Ma'am? We can drop you off if you like."
Fabiana Holguin looks up from checking her camera. The gang might have grabbed her for taking pictures of them, but they recognised an expensive camera when they saw one and didn't just smash it. Looks like it's in full working order. "Thank you. I would appreciate that."
I nod and attach an orange filament to her before rising into the Caracan sky. The gang members get to dangle off the construct-ropes binding them while I grant Ms Holguin the courtesy of a more normal flight profile alongside me. Kon hangs around for a moment before following us into the air and taking the lead.
"How come two American superheroes-" I shudder. "-are in Caracas, anyway?"
"Do I sound like an American?"
"Ah. Maybe? Are you not American?"
"I'm English."
"I've only ever seen you in America."
"I was in England last week! There was this.. fear elemental thing in Cornwall."
"Where?"
"J-? Do I call you Mexican?"
"Okay, sorry." She brings her camera up and starts taking pictures. "So why are you here?"
"Training. Normally, we'd just get sent out on our own recognisance, but Superboy and I live somewhere with a very low crime rate." The entire Justice League meeting semi-regularly in a place can have that effect. There's actually a small plaque in Happy Harbour dedicated to 'the most unlucky burglar in America' after a petty thief somehow managed to run straight into nearly the entire League line up. "That's true for several of our fellow trainees, so we got our choice of cities to go to."
"And you picked Caracas?"
I nod. "Highest crime rate of any city in the world."
"Are you a masochist, then?"
"Once you've fought a couple of eldritch abominations, men with guns just aren't that scary. I mean, I was a little surprised that the government were okay with the League sending us here-" The President here isn't Hugo Chavez, but he isn't much more US friendly. "-but the police seem to appreciate it."
Kaldur and Garth are in Cape Town, while Tula and M'gann got Acapulco. When we visited it before we pretty much stayed on the beach. I imagine that seeing the rest will be an eye-opener. I asked to be paired with Kon, on the grounds that with everything that's been going on we haven't been spending as much time together as we used to. He's been busy with school stuff, Amazon stuff and M'gann while I've been busy with Zatanna. I mean, we live together, it's not as if we haven't spent time around each other, but he was right; it hasn't been the same.
"Wait, Superboy? As in Superman?"
I cup my right hand against my mouth. "Kon!"
He glances back then looks away for a moment before dropping back. "What do you want to know?"
"Are you..? Superman's son? You do.. look a little like him… And you're wearing an 'S'."
Kon sighs. He's in his Nth metal armour, which is sufficiently un-Supermany that people who just get a quick look usually don't notice the 'S' on the breastplate. "I'm a partial clone of Superman. I'm not his son, he didn't even know I'd been created until last July."
"Someone cloned Superman?"
"Yes. A company called 'Cadmus'."
"I thought cloning people was illegal in America."
"No, only cloning Humans." Kon looks away again. "The guy in charge is in prison and everyone else said they were being mind controlled."
I look down at the city as we fly over-. I extend an orange grabbing arm and hoik another drug pedlar off the ground, using a filament to pick up his stash as he tries to throw it away. He gets added to the prisoner group.
"Could we do an interview later? This sounds like something I could get an award for."
"Sure, but, ah… The story already broke in the US. It's not exactly news any more."
After the attack on the LexCorp headquarters various reporters have been asking the League who the chap in plate armour was and eventually Diana, Kon and Catherine Cobert decided between them that it would be better to explain the situation rather than allow the speculation frenzy to continue. Fortunately, I knew someone who would be happy to write a piece and -frankly- wasn't inclined to interview in an aggressive way that would wind Kon up. The public desire to know resulted in Dana Dearden's interview actually getting published, along with follow up pieces about the rest of us. Nationwide, as I understand it. I understand that Superman's been fielding some slightly uncomfortable questions but Kon was clear that he's happy with the situation.
Oh, for goodness sake. How blatant are drug dealers around here?
"It was news to me, so it will probably be news to my paper's readers as well."
"Ah. If we get time, sure."
"How long are you and…" She glances at me.
"Orange Lantern."
"Orange Lantern going to be here for?"
"Probably all day. You know, as long as nothing happens that means we need to be someplace else." He thinks for a moment. "Given the crime rate, we probably won't. Hey, Paul? Would it be alright if she came with us?"
"Um. I suppose. If she wants to?" I turn to her. "There aren't any significant supervillains active in Caracas at the moment, so it shouldn't be too hard to keep you safe."
"I've been kidnapped and kept in a cage under armed guard for two days. Compared to that, following a superhero around sounds pretty safe."
"Okay then. We can pick you up after you've given a witness statement about your kidnapping."
"Are you going to be coming back after today?"
"Depends. Maybe next weekend. After that… Probably not for a while."
"Okay then. I'll give a statement, phone my editor and then I will join you."
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I can just picture it; OL walking down the street, reaching out periodically to snag people out of alleyways and such and adding them to this giant ball of people he has floating behind him. He's likely humming something while he works, and has this huge grin on his face.
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What a nosy mexican!
Also, Mr. Zoat, as always appreciate your ability to summarize past events like Kon's press reveal that are important but don't merit their own chapter. Your pacing is smooth and steady as always.
Also, Mr. Zoat, as always appreciate your ability to summarize past events like Kon's press reveal that are important but don't merit their own chapter. Your pacing is smooth and steady as always.
Words can't describe how much I love that he has this problem.
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Krazyfan1
Worrying for the future.
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"Na na~ nanananana~ na~ na~ na~, na~ na~ nana~ na~"
i can see it....
the ball getting bigger and bigger.....
Oh I am slain!
Wynaut?
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A day in the life of a superhero: Zoat edition.
(Can be fixed in other ways too.)
Typo: getting published
(Can be fixed in other ways too.)
Either the word "got" should be "getting" or there should be the word "that" right before "Dana".
Crap, ninja'd.
We're like an elite strike team of proofreaders.
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Thank you, corrected.
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Yes, I can just hear the tune now. It goes something like--
--aw, dangit, ninjaed.
"as he walks"
frozenchicken
Does not have a custom title.
I don't get the bolded part. Is something missing?
Someone's a little famous
Love the offhand callback to Dana Dearden.
I don't say this often enough(thankfully, or I suspect it might get tiresome) but this is a very well executed piece of work.
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They're in
EDIT: And if you meant the "J-" I assume OL was about to say "Just" or similar to lead into a description of the location.
EDIT 2: You saw nothing.
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Mizu
Software Developer
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to be paired
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No, no, it's correct. He wants to have his skin peeled off alongside his friend.
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