Ivernia
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- Jun 15, 2012
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- Location
- Meath, Ireland
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Structural Safety Engineer Micheal Lynch
It was very late at night, and Micheal Lynch was sitting in his small office room. He took another drink from his awful coffee. He looked over the diagrams of the project. With the contruction of the first prototype to be completed tomorrow, he was furiously going over his math. Checking and double checking any inconsistances, any errors, anything.
Once that prototype is built they're going to see if it works. Even if the smallest number is off, people die and the Aodh-Mór Corporation loses hundreds and thousands of Ór.
Micheal took another swig from his coffee, and ran the equations once more. One of the most problematic things with this prototype was it's shape. How exactly would the wind go over the shell? Smaller versions were successfull - And Micheal has the papers from the AMX-096 right in front of him - but nothing of this size had been tested.
He checked the boundary layer under high speeds once more. Once again his numbers added up, but tonight Micheal is a perfectionist and a pessimist. He needed to check every speed, every weather condition. Any extreme turbulence at this point in development and he cannot 100% predict separation points. He has simply never seen this shape. The thin edge could exacerbate wake, or perhaps distill. He didn't know. Well, he would. Next week when it's tested.
''Micheal for Heaven's sake are you still in here?'' His boss, James Collins Head of Research and Development just stuck his head in the door.
''Err yes sir I'm just running the numbers for turbulence for more time''
''One more time? Micheal I've got your numbers in my office, they're perfect. You realise this is not on your head right?''
''Yessir''
''Son, get home and get to bed, your wife Martha's probably waiting for you. And relax, the whole teams got this.''
''Yessir''
Micheal cleared up some of his notes and hurredly shoved them into his tattered leather suitcase. He walked out of the office and gave a nod and a 'night sir' to Collins before he was on the stairs. Micheal hurried out of his department and headed down, and out of the building. Heading into the parking lot he felt cool air and felt calmer somehow. He got into his car. And looked into the front mirror at himself. He looked at his blood stained eyes and realised how mad he must have looked.
''It'll be fine. The numbers are right''.
Micheal drove out of the Aodh-Mór Corporation Complex and sped down the main streets, at this time of night Bán Dair Cathrach was almost completely empty, except for the main city centre, which he was avoiding. Driving on the ring road around the city he watched the orange glow from the street lamps speed by.
Micheal pulled of the highway into the Bán Dair Cathrach suburbs of Terenure. And pulled up to his house, to Martha. Tonight he was going to relax.
It was very late at night, and Micheal Lynch was sitting in his small office room. He took another drink from his awful coffee. He looked over the diagrams of the project. With the contruction of the first prototype to be completed tomorrow, he was furiously going over his math. Checking and double checking any inconsistances, any errors, anything.
Once that prototype is built they're going to see if it works. Even if the smallest number is off, people die and the Aodh-Mór Corporation loses hundreds and thousands of Ór.
Micheal took another swig from his coffee, and ran the equations once more. One of the most problematic things with this prototype was it's shape. How exactly would the wind go over the shell? Smaller versions were successfull - And Micheal has the papers from the AMX-096 right in front of him - but nothing of this size had been tested.
He checked the boundary layer under high speeds once more. Once again his numbers added up, but tonight Micheal is a perfectionist and a pessimist. He needed to check every speed, every weather condition. Any extreme turbulence at this point in development and he cannot 100% predict separation points. He has simply never seen this shape. The thin edge could exacerbate wake, or perhaps distill. He didn't know. Well, he would. Next week when it's tested.
''Micheal for Heaven's sake are you still in here?'' His boss, James Collins Head of Research and Development just stuck his head in the door.
''Err yes sir I'm just running the numbers for turbulence for more time''
''One more time? Micheal I've got your numbers in my office, they're perfect. You realise this is not on your head right?''
''Yessir''
''Son, get home and get to bed, your wife Martha's probably waiting for you. And relax, the whole teams got this.''
''Yessir''
Micheal cleared up some of his notes and hurredly shoved them into his tattered leather suitcase. He walked out of the office and gave a nod and a 'night sir' to Collins before he was on the stairs. Micheal hurried out of his department and headed down, and out of the building. Heading into the parking lot he felt cool air and felt calmer somehow. He got into his car. And looked into the front mirror at himself. He looked at his blood stained eyes and realised how mad he must have looked.
''It'll be fine. The numbers are right''.
Micheal drove out of the Aodh-Mór Corporation Complex and sped down the main streets, at this time of night Bán Dair Cathrach was almost completely empty, except for the main city centre, which he was avoiding. Driving on the ring road around the city he watched the orange glow from the street lamps speed by.
Micheal pulled of the highway into the Bán Dair Cathrach suburbs of Terenure. And pulled up to his house, to Martha. Tonight he was going to relax.