Wind Turbines Free Power

By D. E. Harrison

Georgette is in a school lab with a Nobel prize winner. She has her own experiments, which should have given more accuracy, but does not keep the accuracy she had. Off to the school lab that built it. William says it was not his coiling unit. He suggests she look at the real math. In her shower she is cleaning when the idea hits her. She writes all over the shower wall. She invites William over to join her in the shower. He comes expecting something else.
They spend time in the shower, then writing on posters that go on the walls, then ceiling to hold them all. They spend time looking at the posters from the floor and bed. They have an idea what it all might mean.
Their eating and the discussion about the shower, walls ceiling and bed could be misunderstood.at a local truck stop.
They try their new ideas out and burn out every electrical wire in all the buildings around them on campus. They change the experiment and seem to control the power flow.
A double nuclear power plant cannot explain why the company that buys all their power at night, no longer needs them. The plant opens a full day shift and tells the power people they maybe selling them power. The wind vanes are suppling ever watt of power they need. “Thanks for telling us about them.”
The trucks stop is placing bets on all Georgette and William’s parts of conversations they have over hear in the truck stop. Is she in ‘trouble?’
“Daddy will send Uncle Jim to help us in the shower and bedroom.”
What will Bill’s folks say when he brings George home to meet the folks?
Is there free electric power in all this?

• Language: English
• Publisher: D. E. Harrison
• Release date: Dec 31, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463990278

D. E. Harrison

I am trained as a theoretical mathematician. I am an emeritus member of the American Mathematical Society for fifty odd years. I have lived in Seattle since 1967. I starting writing fiction after writing a family history.

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Wind Turbines

Free Power

By D. E. Harrison

Copyright 2005 by D. E. Harrison

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1 The Experiment’s Results Are in Question

Chapter 2 The Tub and Shower Encounter

Chapter 3 The Pictures in the Shower Start to Show Up

Chapter 4 What is There About the Shower

Chapter 5 The First Experiment and the Results

Chapter 6 The Second Experiment

Chapter 7 Fine Tuning the Experiment

Chapter 8 Free Electric Power

Chapter 9 A Little One on the Way

Chapter 10 The Big Test

Chapter 11 Meeting the Father at Lunch

Chapter 12 The Ring Turns Out to be a Bent Nail

Chapter 13 Laying Low

Chapter 14 The Black Family and Grandma

Chapter 15 The Big Test

Chapter 16 It is All Laid Out on the Table

Chapter 17 The Trip to Bill’s Folks

Chapter 18 The Fancy Party

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Chapter 1 The Experiment’s Results Are in Question

Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Georgette Black turns over and reaches for the phone, knocking the phone and her alarm clock to the floor.

Who could that be? she muttered, feeling for the receiver. She looks down at the clock as she puts the receiver to her ear.

Hello, is said in a sleepy voice.

She hears, I am glad that I caught you before you left. I won’t be in the lab at 8:30, but I will be in around noon. I will make time to review your results before we start another experiment.

Realizing it is Ted, her boss, she shields her eyes from the sunlight pouring through the white curtains.

What time is it?

It is 8:15. Why do you ask?

She sits up and rubs her eyes, That stupid alarm failed again and yes, I will buy another one on the way home.

That is good, Ted says, snickering, I will see you when I get in.

She reaches over the bed, pulls the phone up by the cord and hangs up the receiver. She places the phone back on her table and grabs the cord to her alarm clock. She yanks the cord from the socket and throws the clock into the hall.

‘That stupid clock, I will not buy that brand again,’ she thinks.

Georgette throws the covers back and places her feet on the shag rug. It is a house gift from her father when she moved to her own place. Georgette lived with her father through school and his hard wood floors were always cold on her feet. When she moved, she had no money left for a rug because she spent it on the alarm clock, now in pieces scattered down the hall.

Looking in the bathroom mirror, she notices her red hair is standing on end; it gets wrapped in a bandana. She gets dressed walking down the hall she steps on a few parts of the clock.

She realizes that her red hair and feisty attitude comes from her father’s Irish background. As a young woman of thirty, she is happy that she has no husband or kids to get up in the morning. With all the broken alarm clocks she has had, she needs every minute in the morning for herself.

George shuts the apartment door and gets into her old, always unlocked car. But it does start every time. She usually walks but it is only five minutes to the lab in the car. She makes it in four minutes, driving like a Celt in his chariot chasing a Roman. She walks into the lab only six minutes late.

Stupid clock might as well use a sun dial for all the good it is, she mutters to herself as she puts on her white lab coat. George inspects her experiment that has been running for 3-days less 10 minutes.

Oh boy, oh boy, another 10 minutes and I would have had to start all over.

At exactly 9 am she shuts the experiment off. The next 3-hours are data reduction activities. The computers are running just as hard processing the data as they have been collecting it. George’s fingers fly over the keyboard giving instructions as the data is read.

At 12:29 the lab door opens, it is Ted, George how is going?

He walks to the only office in the lab. George waves with one hand but never takes her eyes off the monitor as her free hand dances over the keyboard.

Ted never closes the door to his office. But then he could not if he wanted too. The path to his desk is about 2-foot-wide and knee deep in paper all the way to his desk. Ted sits and watches as George waves her magic wands over the keyboard.

He remembers their first meeting. It was almost a year ago. She was the last candidate he interviewed for an assistant, helper, collogue and fellow researcher.

Please have a seat Miss Black.

Georgette is too busy looking at the awards all dusty and hanging crooked on the wall behind his desk. The Noble prize is closest to the floor and somewhat covered with computer printout.

Miss?

Oh, thank you Dr. Young.

Please call me Ted, Miss Black. I have no students; there is no need for tittles. May I call you Georgette?

No. Oh NO. George will do just fine. My father gave me that name when I was in the 5th grade. Some 6th grader made a smart remark about my red hair. I decked him on the spot.

Very well, George. I don’t want to get deck. I don’t waste time, either. Why take this job when you have a position as a full professor offered elsewhere?

Ted, I have a passion for the type of research you are doing right now. The professorship will wait. What you are doing will not wait. I also have several ideas; besides, you have the lab, equipment and the ability to make this work.

George, you don’t mince words either. When can you start?

I will be here Monday morning. I will move this weekend. I found an apartment yesterday just a few minutes from here.

Very good, here is a key to the lab. I will finish the paperwork next week or sometime. You can have the desk over next to the wall. It is covered with paper, do with it as you see fit. I forget exactly what is there. I will see you at 8:30 on Monday.

Ted rubs his head and returns to the current problem. The rub includes no hair, as it is long gone. From the corner of his eye, he thinks he sees a bird in the lab. He raises his head to look over some boxes and watches as George’s face changes from intense effort to disbelief then to disgust. Ted has seen this twice before.

Oh, oh, I better get out there before George throws the computer across the room again.

George is there an unexpected result? as he goes through the doorway.

Some error has crept in. I was so careful. The math is solid. It must be the new cooling loop; I had built. It was supposed to give us at least 100 times more accuracy.

Ted is reading the paper as it is being printed from the screen. He cannot handle the speed of the screen and needs a piece of paper in his hands. The screen has stopped and George, no longer pounding the keyboard, turns to Ted. He has learned; it is best if he speaks first.

George, I checked your loop and we run the experiment twice, once with and once without using the loop cooling, we got the same results both times. I can’t see how the cooling could cause a problem. If there was a problem, it should have showed up in one of those runs.

Stupid coil, it was supposed to get us out to 11 maybe even 12 decimals in accuracy. If you look on page 23 at the bottom, it says our 7th decimal was low to start with. It has corrupted our results and taken 2 decimals of accuracy from us. Where are my wrenches, that baby is coming out.

George let’s go for lunch. I ate early this morning, my treat.

She says, First let me reset this unit and start a rerun with the cooling coil not in use. We need to get back to known results and then move from there.

The school cafeteria is a 5-minute walk for Ted; they do it in less than 4-today. Ted from behind notices how Georgette’s hair is enhanced as the sun rays pass through it.

He thinks, ‘Now it makes sense! The flash in the lab It was the bandana that came off George’s hair and thrown across the room. About the time, the results started to show a discrepancy. What I thought was a bird was her bandana. Now I know why her father has given her a box of red bandanas for Christmas. That was the second one I know of this year.’

The line is short as they pick up their trays and start down the line.

That walk would give any man an appetite, as he watches George fill her tray to the top.

Feeding George is worse than feeding my two teenage grandsons.

Ted is almost finished when George goes for desert.

She asks, Would you like some custard? They seem to have a lot left.

Thank you, a small cup will do.

Ted now wonders if feeding the engine will calm her down or just add fuel to the fire! George brings several large pieces of cake for herself and behind them is the custard.

Good news, the lady gave me two custards for you. I think you have a friend in the kitchen.

Sitting down she starts to eat and talk at the same time.

"Ted, I am going over to the cryo-lab. Maybe they can