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There seems just about no chance of a worst case scenario actually occurring. They've got seawater and boric acid into the worst reactor, and they say radiation levels are dropping.
Of course, I can play disaster p0rn too.
For example, Godzilla might wake up and lunge out of the harbor. Due to his untreated obsessive-compulsive disorder from his last encounter with the human race, he neurotically fixates on helicopters and rapidly rampages up the coast to Fukushima, where yet another quake hits. Tripping, he collapses on top of Reactor No 1 at the Daiichi plant, and squashes the still-intact containment chamber. Naturally, this releases whatever is left of the fuel and the seawater/boric acid compound. The fuel rods are exposed to air.
Sensing an odd tingling sensation, Godzilla rises and resentfully kicks the fuel rods a few hundred yards further inland (which nets him a very nice contract offer from the Chicago Bears, who are already lining up their scabs for the next NFL season).
Now we have the rods fully exposed. They are relatively cool, but still emitting tons of radiation. What we can't let the Japanese do is simply dump tons of concrete over them, because we NEEDS disaster. So now we need something to get this up in the jet stream. Hmmm. Mothra!!!!
Unfortunately, at this precise moment a battery-operated Fukushima station has been playing its soothing Crooning To the Oldies lineup, which consists solely of those little twins singing their Moth-a-riYA song for 26 straight hours. Not only has the population become crazed with anger over 26 straight hours of this when it is searching for news, and bolted into the evacuation area in a mob bent on tracking down and destroying the station, but Mothra has been alerted and comes to investigate. Unable to find the twins, Mothra circles in a puzzled yet determined manner over the Fukushima shore. It is at this PRECISE moment that the mob of Japanese finds and shuts down the radio station.
This makes Mothra decide to leave, but Mothra figures "hey, gotta get something out of this," and picks up the nice radioactive nectar fragments to go back to his(her?) - xir! - nest. Mothra unfortunately did not have xir coffee this morning, so xe is a bit befuddled.
At this PRECISE moment, Mothra detects the very faint sound of the Godzilla film festival currently being broadcast by an small, yet classy, TV station in Seattle, USA, which mingles tantalizingly with the fumes from a fair trade coffee shop on the outskirts of Seattle. Blundering into the jet stream, Mothra heads toward Seattle. Admittedly, Mothra's top flight speed is only 25 km per hour, but the jet stream itself is moving at a good clip, so now we have hot, partially spent fuel rods being carried toward the Seattle area by a giant moth with poor taste in music looking for two tiny twins with poor taste in music. As serene a pastoral picture as this is, one wonders what will happen when Mothra doesn't find the twins and lands for a coffee?
Fade to advertisement. Folgers, I think.
We see Mothra nearing the Seattle landscape, looking a bit tired and in need of a pick-me-up.
I'm a little too tired to finish this novel, but it gets easier from here. There are only a few plot holes left, which are relatively easy to fix:
A) One might expect NORAD to have picked up the giant radioactive moth in the jetstream, but it turns out that ET has just landed in Boulder, CO (where else?) and the entire airforce is out there getting autographs.
B) One might expect Mothra to drop the fuel rods into the ocean and land at the first available Starbucks, which would sadly produce little disaster, but Mothra has Strict Opinions on Fair Trade and heads inland toward the fair trade coffee shop.
C) Mothra finally drops xir cargo which lands on the top of a tractor-trailor heading for NYC.
D) It's not like any of those radiation-monitoring thingamabobs deployed after 9/11 are still working.
E) Take your pick as to which city to finally fully irradiate, ignoring the fact that fuel rods are not that stable and by now, rather cold. Still radioactive, but certainly not spewing as much radiation into the air as the desert nuke tests of the 40s and 50s.
F) I really think you should work Cheney into this somehow. It's not REAL disaster p0rn until Cheney gets in there. Maybe he gets irradiated and turns into a radioactive undead zombie who craves the still-living hearts of union organizers. Naturally he cannot be killed by ordinary means. I think it would be neat if he eventually climbed the Empire State Building.
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