Hey Reddit! I am back. Thanks for sharing your thoughts as usual. This time I brought some translated discussions back. I hope you enjoy it. Part 1 is answering Redditer's questions from previous post, Part 2 is dedicated to new questions by Korean players to Redditers, and Part 3 will be a new format where I introduce you to infamous/famous incidents in Korean WOW.submitted by NewPlaceHolder to wow [link] [comments]
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*This post is meant to not spark toxic debates and is designed to bring two communities together. *These are the excerpts from the Korean forums regarding NA/EU players’ question about Korean WOW. Due to formatting issues and to increase readability I had to cut certain portions out and ignore redundant answers – I also was forced to pick good, well thought out comments only as it was too much of a work for me :( I tried to capture variety of opinions as much as possible. Hope Redditers understand this.
PART 1: Answers from Korean WOW forum in regards questions I have received from NA/EU WOW players.(1) There is no sense of community in NA/EU WOW – is it like that in Korean WOW as well?
PART 2: Questions from Korean WOW usersQ1: Is this meme universal? Can you relate to this? (To explain this even further, we make a meme out of tiers of each class for major patches in regards to mythic keystones and raids. Some are slave class, having difficulty getting into groups, while god-king tier class like B.DK have an easy time joining a group.)
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Q2: Korean server recently experienced major lag where our guild chat was dysfunctional for several hours. Do you guys have that as well?
Q3: How hard is it to get into famous mythic raid progression guilds like METHODS? What are communities’ perception of them?
Q4: Nightborne – are you guys satisfied with their appearances? I feel like they are Horde vr of Night elf and there are nothing unique to them. Wish to know your thoughts.
PART 3: Some infamous / famous events that happened in Korean WOW.This is going to be a trial thing where I introduce you guys on some infamous/famous things that happened in Korea, but didn’t receive any spot light due to language barrier. You may think of events like funeral raid in Winterspring back in English WOW. Let me know what you guys think:
The Beginning of the great legend:As you well know, ninja-ing in WOW is frowned up. This is no exception to Korean WOW as well – if you get caught ninja-ing, you immediately go on blacklist forum and it is very difficult to join raids after all, so please tend to avoid doing such horrifying acts. However, what if I told you that one person in Korean WOW was loved after he ninja-ed all the gold from GDKP run during WotLK?
This incident, infamously or famously known as “Durotan Server Hokage Incident.”*(Hokage is the ultimate name given to the best Ninja, from what I’ve heard.)
On January 2nd, 2010- Icecrown Citadel Heroic. After downing Sarufang Jr., the total sum of the GDKP run was 50400g which was equivalent of $100 of real life currency back in the day. Raid Leader gentle paused, and starts streaming Ninja themed music – and yells
“All of Durotan server golds’ are mine! HA! See you later retards!”https://reddit.com/link/9slrnk/video/gvwfz4xo1av11/player
He then hearth out. He then posts his own video of ninja-ing on youtube and went on high-horse about how he was the best ninja on the server.
People on the forums were shocked on how forefront this ninja was, and found his actions so hysterically funny that people didn’t care about the fact that he ninja-ed the golds.
The rumors claim that ninja, A.K.A. Durotan Hokage later apologised and mailed the gold back to the raid members, but the sum was rather random. Some received 500g and some receiving more, creating a laughter even after the incident. There have been no other greater ninjas after him-- he was the true king of them all.
Anyway, hope you enjoyed reading what I’ve prepared. I get a lot of messages or comments saying that you guys want to transfer to Korean WOW for xyz reasons. Quite honestly, grass is usually seen greener on the other side. There are pros and cons here as well --- for example, you’ll have to wait for hours to join a BG if it’s not a peak hour, there are not a lot of PVPers and people who remained are so good that it is difficult for new players to join etc. We really envy you guys having fun twinking and having easier time going for achievement runs due to sheer population difference.
Furthermore, I would like to aplogise to people who asked me questions and didn't hear back from me. There were a lot to go through, and I will bring more memes next time. I just didn't want this post to get too lengthy where people will give up reading this (after all, this is already lengthy.)
As usual, if you have any questions to Korean forum please comment down below.
|Offensive DVOA||0.4% (15th)||-||-|
|Points/Game||19.5 (21st)||25.7 (5th)||15.2 (30th)|
|Yards/Game||305.7 (26th)||344.5 (13th)||282.4 (31st)|
|Yards/Play||4.9 (22nd)||5.7 (8th)||4.4 (32nd)|
|Turnovers||25 (T-23rd)||24.0 prorated (T-22nd)||25.6 prorated (26th)|
|Pass DVOA||-1.4% (25th)||-||-|
|Pass Yards/Game||198.0 (25th)||248.2 (9th)||167.8 (32nd)|
|Net Pass Yards/Attempt||5.2 (30th)||5.8 (19th)||4.8 (32nd)|
|Interceptions||18 (T-28th)||16.0 prorated (T-25th)||19.2 prorated (30th)|
|Rush DVOA||10.1% (4th)||-||-|
|Rush Yards/Game||107.8 (17th)||96.3 (27th)||114.6 (15th)|
|Rush Yards/Attempt||4.5 (4th)||4.5 (3rd)||4.4 (7th)|
|Fumbles Lost||7 (T-12th)||8.0 prorated (T-14th)||6.4 prorated (12th)|
|Defensive DVOA||4.9% (20th)||-||-|
|Points Allowed/Game||23.1 (30th)||21.5 (21st)||24.1 (31st)|
|Yards Allowed/Game||348.9 (22nd)||332.2 (16th)||358.9 (27th)|
|Yards Allowed/Play||5.5 (25th)||5.5 (24th)||5.5 (25th)|
|Turnovers||22 (T-13th)||24.0 prorated (12th)||20.8 prorated (19th)|
|Pass Defense DVOA||21.6% (26th)||-||-|
|Pass Yards Allowed/Game||236.8 (23rd)||205.8 (6th)||255.4 (31st)|
|Opp Pass Yards/Attempt||6.9 (29th)||6.4 (21st)||7.2 (30th)|
|Interceptions||11 (T-20th)||8.0 prorated (T-28th)||12.8 prorated (18th)|
|Rush Defense DVOA||-13.0% (8th)||-||-|
|Rush Yards Allowed/Game||112.1 (17th)||126.3 (29th)||103.5 (8th)|
|Rush Yards Allowed/Attempt||3.9 (9th)||4.3 (24th)||3.6 (5th)|
|Fumbles Recovered||11 (T-7th)||18.7 prorated (1st)||6.4 prorated (22nd)|
|Point Differential||-64 (23rd)||+48 prorated (11th)||-131 prorated (29th)|
|Pythagorean Wins||6.2 (22nd)||8.9 (14th)||4.7 (29th)|
|Opponent Win %||0.539 (T-5th)||0.531 (T-8th)||0.544 (3rd)|
|Overall DVOA||-3.3% (17th)||-||-|
|Special Teams DVOA||1.3% (14th)||-||-|
|Player||Position||FA Type1||Projected Market Value|
|Morgan Burnett||S||UFA||4 yrs, $9.8 million AAV|
|Ahmad Brooks||OLB||UFA||1 yr, $3.5 million AAV|
|Davon House||CB||UFA||1 yr, $2.8 million AAV|
|Jahri Evans||G||UFA||1 yr, $2.3 million AAV|
|Quinton Dial||DE||UFA||1 yr, $0.8 million AAV|
|DickRod||TE||UFA||3 yrs, $2.0 million AAV|
|Michael Clark Duncan||WR||ERFA||-|
|Mystery Player A||109||12||50||9||2.0||434||0|
by George O. Smith "While you're thinking," said Jim, "I'm going to lockstitch these cables together. It'll make this thing less messy." Jim got a roll of twelve-cord from the cabinet and began to bind the many supply leads into a neat cable. Barney watched until the job was finished, and then said: "Look, chum, let's try that electric-light trick again." They swung the tube around until it was in the original position, and turned the juice on. Nothing happened. Barney looked at Jim, and then reached out and pointed the big tube right at the electric light. Nothing happened. "Check your anode voltages again." "All O.K." How about that aligning job?" Barney fiddled with the alignment screws for minutes, but his original setting seemed to be valid. "Back to normal," said Barney. "Rip out your cabling." "Huh?" "Sure. You did something. I don't know what. But rip it out and fan out the leads. There is something screwy in the supply line. I've been tied up on that one before; this thing looks like electronics, as we agree, and I've had occasion to remember coupling troubles." "All right," said Jim, killing the circuits and reaching for a small rug to smother the fire. "No wonder the Martians had this thing out in the middle of the desert. D'ye suppose that they were trying to find out how it works, too?" "Take it easier this time and we'll fan the various leads," said Barney. There's something tricky about the lead placement." "Half power," announced Barney. "Now, let's get that sixty cycles." The light dimmed slightly and a sheet of metal placed in front of the tube became slightly warm to the touch. The plate stopped the output of the tube, for the wallpaper did not scorch. Jim began to take supply line after supply line from the bundle of wiring. About halfway through the mess he hit the critical lead, and immediately the light went out completely, and the plate grew quite hot. "Stop her!" yelled Barney. "Why?" "How do we know what we're overloading this time?" "Do we care?" "Sure. Let's point this thing away from that light. Then we can hop it up again and try it at full power." "What do you want try?" "This energy-absorption thing." "Wanna burn out my motor?" "Not completely. This dingbat will stop a completely mechanical gadget like a clock. It seems to draw power from electric lights. It stops electro- mechanical power. I wonder just how far it will go toward absorbing power. And also I want to know where the power goes." The tube was made to stop the clock again. The motor groaned under the load put upon it by the tube. Apparently the action of the tube was similar to a heavy load being placed on whatever its end happened to point to. Barney picked up a small metal block and dropped it over the table. "Want to see if it absorbs the energy of a falling object—— Look at that!" The block fell until it came inside of he influence of the tube. Then it slowed in its fall and approached the table slowly. It did not hit the table, it touched and came to rest. "What happens if we wind up a spring and tie it?" asked Jim. They tried it. Nothing happened. "Works on kinetic energy, not potential energy," said Barney. He picked up a heavy hammer and tried to hit the table. "Like swinging a club through a tub of water," he said. "Be a useful gadget for saving the lives of people who are falling," said Jim thoughtfully. "Oh, sure. Put it on a truck and rush it out to the scene of the suicide." "No. How about people jumping out of windows on account of fires? How about having one of the things around during a flier-training course? Think of letting a safe down on one of hose beams, or taking a piano from the fifth floor of an apartment building." "The whole apartment full of furniture could be pitched out of a window," said Barney. "Mine looks that way now," said Jim, "and we've only moved a couple of times. No, Barney, don't give 'em any ideas." Jim picked up the hammer and tried to hit the table. Then, idly, he swung the hammer in the direction of the tube's end. Barney gasped. In this direction there was no resistance. Jim's swing continued, and the look on Jim's face indicated that he was trying to brake the swing in time to keep from hitting the end of the tube. But it seemed as though he were trying to stop an avalanche. The swing continued on and on and finally ended when the hammer head contacted the end of the tube. There was a burst of fire. Jim swung right on through, whirling around off balance and coming to a stop only when he fell to the floor. He landed in darkness again. The burst of fire emanated from the insulation as it flamed under the heat of extreme overload. This time the lights were out all over Lincoln Head. The whole city was in complete blackout! Candles were found, and they inspected the tube anxiously. It seemed whole. But the hammer head was missing. The handle was cut cleanly, on an optically perfect surface. Where the hammer head went, they couldn't say. But on the opposite wall there was a fracture in the plaster that Jim swore hadn't been there before. It extended over quite an area, and after some thought, Barney calculated that if the force of Jim's hammer blow had been evenly distributed over that area on the wall, the fracturing would have been just about that bad. "A weapon, all right," said Barney. "Sure. All you have to do is to shoot your gun right in this end and the force is dissipated over quite an area out of that end. In the meantime you blow out all of the powerhouses on the planet. If a hammer blow can raise such merry hell, what do you think the output of a sixteenth-inch rifle would do? Probably stop the planet in its tracks. D'ye know what I think?" "No, do you?" "Barney, I think that we aren't even close as to the operation and use of this device." "For that decision, Jim, you should be awarded the Interplanetary Award for Discovery and Invention——posthumously!" "So what do we do now?" "Dunno. How soon does this lightning situation get itself fixed?" "You ask me . . . I don't know either." "Well, let's see what we've found so far." "That's easy," said Jim. "It might be a weapon, but it don't weap. We might use it for letting elevators down easy, except that it would be a shame to tie up a room full of equipment when the three-phase electric motor is so simple. We could toast a bit of bread, but the electric toaster has been refined to a beautiful piece of breakfast furniture that doesn't spray off and scorch the wallpaper. We could use it to transmit hammer blows, or to turn out electric lights, but both of those things have been done very simply; one by means of sending the hammerer to the spot, and the other by means of turning the switch. And then in the last couple of cases, there is little sense in turning out a light by short circuiting the socket and blowing all the fuses." "That is the hard way," smiled Barney. "Like hitting a telephone pole to stop the car, or cutting the wings off a plane to return it to the ground." So we have a fairly lucid book that describes the entire hook-up of the thing except what it's for. It gives not only the use of this device, but also variations and replacements. Could we figure it out by sheer deduction?" "I don't see how. The tower is in the midst of the Red Desert. There is nothing but sand that assays high in iron oxide between Canalopsis, at the junction of the Grand Canal and Lincoln Head. Might be hid, of course, just as this one was, and we'll send out a crew of expert sub-sand explorers with under-surface detectors to cover the ground for a few hudred miles in any direction from the place where we found this. Somehow, I doubt that we'll find much." "And how about you . . . ah, there's the lights again . . . deduce that?" asked Jim. "This gadget is or was of importance to the Martians. Yet the Temple of Science and Industry at Canalopsis, there is scant mention of the towers." "Not very much, hey?" "Very little, in fact. Of course the pictographs on the Temple at Canalopsis show one tower between what appeared to be two cities. Wavy lines run from one city to the tower and to the other city. Say! I'll bet a cooky that this is some sort of signaling device!" "A beam transmitter?" asked Jim skeptically. "Seems like a lot of junk for just signaling. Especially where such a swell job can be done with standard radio equipment. A good civilization——such as the Martians must have had ——wouldn't piddle around with relay stations between two cities less than a couple of thousand miles apart. With all the juice this thing can suck, they'd be more than able to hang a straight broadcast station and cover halfway around the planet as ground-wave area. What price relay station?" "Nevertheless, I'm going to tinker up another one of these and see if it is some sort of signaling equipment." The door opened and Christine Baler entered. She waved a newspaper before her brother's eyes and said: "Boy, have you been missing it!" "What?" asked Barney. "Pixies or gremlins loose in Lincoln Head." "Huh-huh. Read it," said Jim. "Just a bunch of flash headlines. Fire on Manley Avenue. Three planes had to make dead-tube landings in the center of the city; power went dead for no good reason for about ten minutes. Façade of the City Hall caved in. Power plants running wild all over the place. Ten thousand dollars' worth of electrical equipment blown out. Automobiles stalled in rows for blocks." Jim looked at Barney. "Got a bear by the tail," he said. "Could be," admitted Barney. "Are you two blithering geniuses going to work all night?" asked Christine. "Nope. We're about out of ideas. Except the one that Barney had about the gadget being some sort of signaling system." "Why don't you fellows call Don Channing? He's the signal wizard of the Solar System." "Sure, call Channing. Every time someone gets an idea, everyone says, 'Call Channing!' He gets called for everything from Boys Scout wigwag ideas to super-cyclotronic-electron-stream beams to contact the outer planets. Based upon the supposition that people will eventually get there, of course." "Well?" "Well, I . . . we, I mean . . . found this thing and we're jolly well going to tinker it out. In spite of the fact that it seems to bollix up everything from electric lights to moving gears. I think we're guilty of sabotage. Façade of City Hall, et cetera. Barney, how long do you think it will take to tinker up another one of these?" "Few hours. They're doggone simple in spite of the fact that we can't understand them. In fact, I'm of the opinion that the real idea would be to make two; one with only the front end for reception, one for the rear end for transmission, and the one we found for relaying. That's the natural bent, I believe." "Could be. Where are you going to cut them?" "The transmitter will start just before the cathode and the receiver will end just after the . . . uh, cathode." "Huh?" "Obviously the cathode is the baby that makes the end product. She seems to be a total intake from the intake end and a complete output from the opposite end. Right?" "Right, but it certainly sounds like heresy." "I know," said Barney thoughtfully, "but the thing is obviously different from anything that we know today. Who knows how she works?" "I give up." Christine, who had been listening in an interested manner, said: "You fellers are the guys responsible for the ruckus that's been going on all over Lincoln Head?" "I'm afraid so." "Well, brother warlocks, unless you keep your activities under cover until they're worth mentioning, you'll both be due for burning at the stake." "O.K. Chris," said Jim. "We'll not let it out." "But how are you going to tinker up that transmitter-relay-receiver system?" "We'll take it from here to Barney's place across the avenue and into his garage. That should do it." "O.K., but now I'm going to bed." "Shall we knock off, too?" asked Jim. "Yup. Maybe we'll dream a good thought." "So long then. We'll leave the mess as it is. No use cleaning up now, we'll only have to mess it up again tomorrow with the same junk." "And I'll have that——or those——other systems tinkered together by to- morrow noon. That's a promise," said Barney. "And you," he said to Christine, "will operate the relay station." Altas said to Than: "Now that your system is balanced properly, and we have proved the worth of this tube as a replacement, we shall take it to the roof and install it. The present tube is about due for retirement." "I've done very well, then?" asked Than. "Considering all, you've done admirably. But balancing the device in the tower, and hooked into the circuit as an integral part is another thing. Come, Than. We shall close the line for an hour whilst repairing the tube." "Is that permissible?" "At this time of the night the requirements are small. No damage will be done; they can get along without us for an hour. In fact, at this time of night, only the people who are running the city will know that we are out of service. And it is necessary that the tube be maintained at full capability. We cannot chance a weakened tube; it might fail when it is needed the most." Than carried the tube to the top of the tower, and Altas remained to contact the necessary parties concerning the shut-off for replacement pur- poses. He followed Than to the top after a time and said: "Now disconnect the old tube and put it on the floor. We shall replace the tube immediately, but it will be an hour before it is properly balanced again." "It was not long before Than had the tube connected properly. "Now." said Altas, "turn it on one-tenth power and we shall align it." "Shall I use the meters?" "I think it best. This requires perfect alignment now. We've much power and considerable distance, and any losses will create great amounts of heat." "All right," said Than. He left the tower top to get the meters. Barney Carroll spoke into a conveniently place microphone. "Are you ready?" he asked. "Go ahead," said Christine. "We're waiting," said Jim. "You're the bird on the transmitter," said Barney to Jim. You make with the juice." Power rheostats were turned up gingerly, until Jim shouted to stop. His shout was blotted out by the cries from the other two. They met in Barney's place to confer. "What's cooking?" asked Jim. "The meters are all going crazy in my end," said Barney. "I seem to be sucking power out of everything in line with my tube." "The so-called relay station is firing away at full power and doing nothing but draining plenty of power from the line," complained Christine. "And on my end, I was beginning to scorch the wallpaper again. I don't understand it. With no receiver-end, how can I scorch wallpaper?" "Ask the Martians. They know." "You ask 'em. What shall we do, invent a time machine and go back sixty centuries?" "Wish we could," said Barney. "I'd like to ask the bird that left this textbook why they didn't clarify it more." "Speaking of Don Channing again," said Jim, "I'll bet a hat that one of his tube-replacement manuals for the big transmitters out on Venus Equi- lateral do not even mention that the transmitter requires a receiver before it is any good. We think we're modern. We are, and we never think that some day some poor bird will try to decipher our technical works. Why, if Volta himself came back and saw the most perfect machine ever invented——the transformer——he'd shudder. No connection between input and output, several kinds of shorted loops of wire; and instead of making a nice simple electromagnet, we short the lines of force and on top of that we use a lot of laminations piled on top of one another instead of a nice, soft iron core. We completely short the input, et cetera, but how do we make with a gadget like that?" "I know. We go on expecting to advance. We forget the simple past. Remember the lines of that story: 'How does one chip the flint to make the best arrowhead?' I don't know who wrote it any more than I know how to skin a boar, but we do get on without making arrowheads or skinning boars or trimming birch-bark canoes." "All right, but there's still this problem." "Remember how we managed to align this thing? I wonder if it might not take another alignment to make it work as a relay." "Could be," said Jim. "I'll try it. Christine, you work these screws at the same time we do, and make the current come out as low as we can." They returned to their stations and began to work on the alignment screws. Jim came out first on the receiver. Christine was second on the transmitter, while barney fumbled for along time with the relay tube. "Then Christine called: "Fellows, my meter readings are climbing up again. Shall I diddle?" "Wait a minute," said Barney. "That means I'm probably taking power out of that gadget you have in there. Leave 'em alone." He fiddled a bit more, and then Jim called: "Whoa, Nellie. Someone just lost a millimeter. She wound up on the far end." "Hm-m-m," said Barney, "so we're relaying." "Go ahead," said Jim. "I've got a ten-ampere meter on here now." Barney adjusted the screws some more. "Wait a minute," said Jim. "I'm going to shunt this meter up to a hundred amps." "What?" yelled Barney. "Must you yell?" asked Christine ruefully. "These phones are plenty uncomfortable without some loud-mouth bird screaming." "Sorry, but a hundred amps . . . whoosh! What have we got here, any- way?" "Yeah," said Christine. "I was about to say that my input meter is running wild again." "Gone?" "Completely. You shouldn't have hidden it behind that big box. I didn't notice it till just now, but she's completely gone." "I'll be over. I think we've got something here." An hour passed, during which nothing of any great importance happened. By keying the transmitter tube, meters in the receiver tube were made to read in accordance. Then they had another conclave. "Nothing brilliant," said Jim. "We could use super-output voice amplifiers and yell halfway across the planet if we didn't have radio. We can radio far better than this cockeyed system of signaling." "We might cut the power." "Or spread out quite a bit. I still say, however, that this is no signaling system." "It works like one." "So can a clothesline be made to serve as a transmitter of intelligence. But its prime function is completely different." "S'pose we have a super-clothesline here?" asked Christine. "The way that hammer fell last night, I'm not too sure that this might not be some sort of tractor beam," said Jim. "Tractor beams are mathematically impossible." "Yeah, and they proved conclusively that a bird cannot fly," said Jim. "That was before they found the right kind of math. Up until Clerk Max- well's time, radio was mathematically impossible. Then he discovered the electromagnetic equations, and we're squirting signals across the Inner System every day. And when math and fact do not agree, which changes?" "The math. Galileo proved that. Aristotle said that a heavy stone will fall faster. Then Galileo changed the math of that by heaving a couple of boulders off the Leaning Tower. But what have we here?" "Has anyone toyed with the transmission of power?" "Sure. A lot of science-fiction writers have their imaginary planets criss- crossed with transmitted power. Some broadcast it, some have it beamed to the consumer. When they use planes, they have the beam coupled to an object-finder so as to control the direction of the beam. I prefer the broad- casting, myself. It uncomplicates the structure of the tale." "I mean actually?" "Oh, yes. But the losses are terrific. Useful power transmission is a minute percentage of the total output of the gadget. Absolutely impractical, especially when copper and silver are so plentiful to string along the scenery on steel towers. No good." "But look at this cockeyed thing. Christine puts in a couple of hundred amps; I take them off my end. Believe it or not, the output meter at my end was getting a lot more soup than I was pouring in." "And my gadget was not taking anything to speak of," said Barney. "Supposing it was a means of transmitting power. How on Mars did they use a single tower there in the middle of the Red Desert? We know there was a Martian city at Canalopsis, and another one not many miles from Lincoln Head. Scribbled on the outer coffer of this book is the legend: "Tower Station, Red Desert," and though the Martians didn't call this the 'Red Desert,' the terminology will suffice for nomenclature." "Well?" asked Jim. "You notice they did not say: 'Station No. 1,' or '3' or '7.' That means to me that there was but one." Holy Smoke! Fifteen hundred miles with only one station? On Mars the curvature of the ground would put a station below the electrical horizon——" Jim thought that one over for a minute and then said: "Don't tell me they bent the beam?" "Either they did that or they heated up the sand between," said Barney cryptically. "It doesn't mind going through nonconducting walls, but a nice, fat ground . . . blooey, or I miss my guess. That'd be like grounding a high line." "You're saying that they did bend—— Whoosh, again!" "What was that alignment problem? Didn't we align the deflecting anodes somehow?" "Yeah, but you can't bend the output of a cathode ray tube externally of the deflection plates." "But this is not electron-bean stuff," objected Barney. "This is as far ahead of cathode-ray tubes as they are ahead of the Indian signal drum or the guy who used to run for twenty-four miles from Ghent to Aix." "That was from Athens to Sparta," explained Christine," explained Christine, "the Ghent to Aix journey was a-horseback, and some thousand-odd years after." Simile's still good," said Barney. "There's still a lot about this I do not understand." A masterpiece of understatement, if ever I heard one," laughed Jim. "Well, let's work on it from that angle. Come on, gang, to the horse!" "Now, "said Altas, "you will find that the best possible efficiency is ob- tained when the currents in these two resistances are equal and opposite in direction. That floats the whole tube on the system, and makes it possible to run the tube without any external power source. It requires a starter- source for aligning and for standby service, and for the initial surge; then it is self-sustaining. Also the in-phase voltage cannot be better obtained than by exciting the phasing anode with some of the main-line power. That must always be correctly phased. We now need the frequency generator no longer, and by increasing the power rheostat to full, the tube will take up the load. Watch the meters, and when they read full power, you may throw the cut-over switch and make the tube self-sustaining. Our tower will then be in perfect service, and you and I may return to our home below." Than performed the operations, and then they left, taking the old tube with them. And on Terra, Sargon of Akkad watched ten thousand slaves carry stone for one of his public buildings. He did not know that on one of the stars placed in the black bowl of the evening sky for his personal benefit, men were flinging more power through the air than the total output of all of his slaves combined. Had he been told, he would have had the teller beheaded for lying because Sargon of Akkad couldn't possibly have understood it—— "You know, we're missing a bet," said Jim. "This in-phase business here. Why shouldn't we hang a bit of the old wall-socket juice in here?" "That might be the trick," said Barney. Jim made the connections, and they watched the meters read up and up and up——and from the street below them a rumbling was heard. Smoke issued from a crevasse in the pavement, and then with a roar, the street erupted and a furrow three feet wide and all the way across the street from Jim Baler's residence to Barney Carroll's garage lifted out of the ground. It blew straight up and fell back, and from the bottom of the furrow the smoldering of burned and tortured wiring cast a foul smell. "Wham!" said Barney, looking at the smoking trench. "What was that?" "I think we'll find that it was the closest connection between our places made by the Electric Co.," said Jim. "But what have we done?" "I enumerate," said Christine. counting off on her fingers. "We've blasted in the façade of City Hall. We've caused a couple of emergency flier- landings within the city limits. We've blown fuses and circuit breakers all the way from here to the main powerhouse downtown. We've stalled a few dozen automobiles. We've torn or burned or cut the end off of one hammer and have fractured the wall with it . . . where did that go, anyway, the hammerhead? We've burned the wallpaper. We've run our electric bill up to about three hundred dollars, I'll bet. We've bunged up a dozen meters. And now we've ripped up a trench in the middle of the street." "Somewhere in this set-up, there is a return circuit," said Jim thoughtfully. "We've been taking power out of the line, and I've been oblivious of the fact that a couple of hundred amperes is too high to get out of our power line without trouble. What we've been doing is taking enough soup out of the public utility lines to supply the losses only. The power we've been seeing on our meters is the build-up, recirculated!" "Huh?" "Sure. Say we ring an amp in from the outside and shoot it across the street. It goes to the wires and comes back because of some electrical urge in our gadgets here, and then goes across the street inphase with the original. That makes two amps total crossing our beam. The two come back and we have two plus two. Four come back, and we double again and a gain until the capacity of our device is at saturation. All we have to do is to find the ground-return and hang a load in there. We find the transmitter-load input, and supply that with a generator. Brother, we can beam power all the way from here to Canalopsis on one relay tower!" Barney looked at his friend. "Could be." "Darned right. What other item can you think of that fits this tower any better? We've run down a dozen ideas, but this works. We may be arrested for wrecking Lincoln Head, but we'll get out as soon as this dingbat hits the market. Brother, what a find!" "Fellows, I think you can make your announcement now," smiled Chris- tine. "They won't burn you at the stake if you can bring electric power on a beam of pure nothing. This time you've hit the jackpot!" It is six thousand Terran Years since Sargon of Akkad held court that was lighted by torch. It is six thousand years, Terran, since Than and Altas replaced the link in a power system that tied their cities together. It is six thousand years since the beam tower fell into the Red Desert and the mighty system of beamed power became lost as an art. But once again the towers dot the plains, not of Mars, but of Venus and Terra, too. And though they are of a language understood by the peoples of three worlds, the manuals of instruction would be as cryptic to Than as his manual was to Barney Carroll and Jim Baler. People will never learn.
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