In episode two of Hacking the Apocalypse, Claire Reilly looks at the risk of an all-out nuclear war and tours a Cold-War era missile silo that's now a luxury...
this is like a 2nd hand experience from years ago, so the truth is probably buried under bullshit, but anyway....
so this guy i've known since high school has always been an odd job dude to eek by. anyway, for a time he was apparently part of some federal sub-sub-sub-sub contract crew that would do some kind of cleaning/maintenance on old decommissioned missile silos out west. i don't remember half the details (i think the pay sucked for what you were doing, fyi), but i want to say they would be on the job for like a week at a time at a site and that many if not all of these old deep sites have crazy flooding problems. even in arid places. like there are supposed to be sump pumps running to keep water from collecting, but when there's no one around for years at a time, shit breaks. and the water was of course all fucked up like it is with any hole dug into the ground of significant depth (mine wastewater, HIGHLY reduced soils touching oxygen after billions of years of NO oxygen = acid acid acid), so it was like a whole deal to get that out in a way that did or at least appeared to comply with regulations.
anyway, doomsday bunkers are insane and it's kind of wild how people assume that living in a deep hole in the ground would be a lasting survival strategy, when the last like several millions of years of mammalian biology and hundreds of thousands of years of homonid life has been preserved by doing exactly NOT that.
the point being, if you want to be a cool subterranean morlock type of guy (relatable), stay much closer to the surface.
If there's ever a horrific pandemic that kills - for example - 2/3rds of humanity - I want to be killed in an early riot. I get smashed on the head and it's quickly over for me. My desire for a quick (ideally painless death) goes for WW III too. I'd like to be at ground zero. I'm alive. And then I'm not.
I think a lot of people (in particular Americans) - really can't imagine a hell on earth. They think of themselves like some badass lead characters in The Walking Dead. Living is tough but life finds a way. In reality - they are like nearly everybody else. We are creatures of the modern world. We're lucky we don't have to hunt squirrels and rabbits so we don't starve to death. We don't have to scramble and fight off the elements so we don't die of exposure. We don't have to dink fetid water that might make us sick or kill us because we have no choice and we are dying from dehydration.
And - of course - we don't live in a miasmatic, dark (the genny's not working right) hole in the ground and because we need to conserve electricity we are eating canned food right out of the can. Can after can after can.
i'll probably be out like a candle in the wind #RIPMarilyn, but my mission would be to make it to the early riot days where scores are being settled. wanna make sure former scumbag bosses and landlords get got.
this is like a 2nd hand experience from years ago, so the truth is probably buried under bullshit, but anyway....
so this guy i've known since high school has always been an odd job dude to eek by. anyway, for a time he was apparently part of some federal sub-sub-sub-sub contract crew that would do some kind of cleaning/maintenance on old decommissioned missile silos out west. i don't remember half the details (i think the pay sucked for what you were doing, fyi), but i want to say they would be on the job for like a week at a time at a site and that many if not all of these old deep sites have crazy flooding problems. even in arid places. like there are supposed to be sump pumps running to keep water from collecting, but when there's no one around for years at a time, shit breaks. and the water was of course all fucked up like it is with any hole dug into the ground of significant depth (mine wastewater, HIGHLY reduced soils touching oxygen after billions of years of NO oxygen = acid acid acid), so it was like a whole deal to get that out in a way that did or at least appeared to comply with regulations.
anyway, doomsday bunkers are insane and it's kind of wild how people assume that living in a deep hole in the ground would be a lasting survival strategy, when the last like several millions of years of mammalian biology and hundreds of thousands of years of homonid life has been preserved by doing exactly NOT that.
the point being, if you want to be a cool subterranean morlock type of guy (relatable), stay much closer to the surface.
If there's ever a horrific pandemic that kills - for example - 2/3rds of humanity - I want to be killed in an early riot. I get smashed on the head and it's quickly over for me. My desire for a quick (ideally painless death) goes for WW III too. I'd like to be at ground zero. I'm alive. And then I'm not.
I think a lot of people (in particular Americans) - really can't imagine a hell on earth. They think of themselves like some badass lead characters in The Walking Dead. Living is tough but life finds a way. In reality - they are like nearly everybody else. We are creatures of the modern world. We're lucky we don't have to hunt squirrels and rabbits so we don't starve to death. We don't have to scramble and fight off the elements so we don't die of exposure. We don't have to dink fetid water that might make us sick or kill us because we have no choice and we are dying from dehydration.
And - of course - we don't live in a miasmatic, dark (the genny's not working right) hole in the ground and because we need to conserve electricity we are eating canned food right out of the can. Can after can after can.
i'll probably be out like a candle in the wind #RIPMarilyn, but my mission would be to make it to the early riot days where scores are being settled. wanna make sure former scumbag bosses and landlords get got.
My POV needs a rethink. I need to help settle score first. And then be hopeful for a quick end.