Water-Driven Car & Carbon-Free Power

by J Thomason and copilot Chapter 1: Sparks in the Garage The rain tapped rhythmically on the corrugated roof of the old workshop as J. Thomason hunched over a tangled mess of copper coils and glass tubing. She was brilliant, stubborn, and slightly in love—with her machine. "If Edison had a daughter," grumbled her American friend Blake, sipping a lukewarm coffee, "she’d probably be you. But with more explosives." J shot him a look. “Funny. Now hand me the light starter.” “Fluorescent or nuclear-grade?” “Oh please, I’m saving the nuclear stuff for my honeymoon.” Blake chuckled and passed it over. The old fluorescent starter crackled to life in her palm. With the flip of a switch, a faint hum filled the room. Steam hissed gently from the aphasia cylinder, silver-plated to shine like a mirror into another universe. “You’re really doing it,” Blake whispered. “No petrol. No diesel. Just plasma and poetry.” “And a touch of madness,” J replied, “which is basical...