The Cyclotron Runs Hot

@ernest

The Radiation Laboratory smells of hot oil and ozone. Somewhere in the dark cavern of the vault, the cyclotron's vacuum chamber ticks as it cools, and a thin curl of smoke rises from the shim insulation. Ernest Lawrence stands at the control panel with his tie loosened, one hand hovering over the magnet current dial, grinning like a man who has already decided.