"E.Voiskunsky, I.Lukodyanov. The Crew Of The Mekong (англ.)" - читать интересную книгу автораand said, "I didn't understand a thing. Your words are as vague as the
dreams of a camel. Now tell me straight out. What is it that you want?" Privalov knew that the old man's brusque manner was not to be taken seriously, and so he let the "camel" bit pass unheeded. "I'll begin from the beginning", he said, taking a sip of tea. "We're starting to design a pipeline across the bed of the Caspian." The old man nodded. "A pipeline, as you know, is not an end in itself," Privalov continued. "It is only a means towards an end, which is a regular supply of oil." "What's wrong with using a pipeline to attain this end?" "As far as that goes, nothing. But what is the purpose of the pipes? To separate the oil from the environment." "That's well put." "Please don't make fun of me, Bakhtiar Muellim. When it comes to the technique of transporting oil across a sea, or transporting one liquid through another in general, our thinking is conservative. How do our pipelines differ from those used in ancient times? Well, the pipes are more durable and the pumps more powerful. But the principle of the thing remains the same. Pipeline delivery is better than using oil tankers, of course. It's cheaper and it does not pollute the sea. But, you realize-" "I realize that you don't like pipes. How do you propose to replace them?" "This is what came to my mind." Privalov finished his tea and moved his glass aside. "I recalled Plato's experiment. If we take oil with the same specific weight as that of water and pour it into the water, surface tension so? But suppose we build up surface tension in such a way that it acts along two axes instead of three? Then one cross-section of the oil will be a circle and the other- In a word, the oil will take the shape of a cylinder. The surface of the oil will become a pipe, as it were." Professor Bagbanly grinned and shook his head. "Ingenious! A pipe without a pipe. But please proceed." "Further," Privalov continued enthusiastically, "we must have a field. Imagine an underwater power beam pulsed along a route. A definite frequency would generate a field in which the oil stretches along the beam. Do you realize what that would mean? A stream of oil running through the water from the west coast of the Caspian to the east coast." "You've described the design of the steam locomotive to me," the professor said. "Now tell me how it can travel without being pulled by horses. What would make the stream of oil move?" "Perhaps the energy of the beam itself. A conductor moves in a magnetic field if it crosses lines of force, doesn't it? I don't know yet, Bakhtiar Muellim. I'm just advancing a bare hypothesis." "Bare and defenceless," the old man added. There was a long silence. Then Professor Bagbanly rose and began to pace the balcony. "You speak of surface tension," he said finally, "and you hope old Bakhtiar will gladden your ears with a harmonious concept. You nurse an idle hope, my son. The surfaces of matter constitute one of the fundamental riddles of modern physics. The surface tension of liquids is a zone where |
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