Enjoy the bit about disintegrator therapy - a medical procedure I created for the
Medic! article in S&P 63 and 64. I feel particularly proud of that one, because nobody ever bothered to ask me about the disintegrator booths.
"Erm, excuse me, what about the disintegrator booths? Actually,
what disintegrator booths?" I hear someone ask ... in my voice ...
You mean, nobody ever thought of, say, having your society's lawmen shoving a condemned miscreant into a disintegrator therapy machine, strapped down, and turning the knob all the way up, set to take out all of the poor guy's carbon atoms?
Or perhaps putting a hapless soul into a damper box and subjecting him to a barrage of low-level radiation that gets amplified into a lethal dose that won't harm anybody outside the box?
I'm shocked.
I had no idea I was the only one who could think that way.
