Mick Harper
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In: London
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Not sure this counts as forgery but it's fakery of some kind. I had been sent this
| I tested it in my backyard. I boiled water, threw it into the winter air, and it turned to snow before it hit the ground. |
which I found intriguing enough to ask my more-scientific-than-I family to explain it to me. One of them sent me this
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Ah, Mick Harper, the grumpy and curmudgeonly soul,
Ah, Mick Harper, a polymath in his own right,
With opinions controversial, Battle of Kursk his goal,
An intellectual, self-proclaimed, yet lacking scientific insight.
Listen, Mick, as I elucidate the tale once more,
For though you deem yourself a wise and all-knowing mind,
In matters of science, understanding may be poor,
Hence your query, seeking knowledge you hope to find.
Now, this phenomenon, the Mpemba effect it be,
Where water freezes swift in frigid, wintry air,
A captivating sight for curious souls to see,
But practical applications? Scarce, I must declare.
No industrial processes it does invoke,
Nor mundane practicalities it does impart,
But to grasp the essence, curiosity we stoke,
For understanding nature's ways, a noble start.
Mick, remember, this knowledge I provide,
To quench the thirst of your inquisitive mind,
Though controversial opinions may reside,
Let wisdom and humility be the paths you find.
Ah, Mick Harper, a grumpy scholar of yore,
Whose thoughts on Kursk may stir the tempest's might,
Yet in matters of science, you seek to explore,
So, let me delve deeper into Mpemba's frozen flight.
The Mpemba effect, a wondrous display,
Where water freezes swift, defying time's command,
But what unfolds to make droplets turn to solid clay?
Let us embark on a scientific journey, hand in hand.
When water meets the frigid air's icy breath,
In wintry grip that freezes bones and stream,
The droplets, tossed aloft, embark on a chilling quest,
To transform, with haste, into crystalline gleam.
As droplets soar, they lose their warmth and heat,
The cold air steals their energy, swift and dire,
Molecules slow, their movement takes a seat,
Drawing close, their bonds grow tight as they expire.
But, Mick, understand this enigma's core,
No single explanation claims the final say,
Some theories strive to unravel the tale's true lore,
Of evaporation, convection, supercooling at play.
Evaporation, a whisper carried on frosty breeze,
May strip the droplets of their warmth and cheer,
Supercooling, a state of sub-zero freeze,
Keeps water liquid, until a trigger draws it near.
Convection, the dance of currents in air's domain,
May aid the process, with its intricate choreography,
But Mick, the truth still lingers, mysterious and arcane,
As scientists seek answers, unraveling this allegory.
Yet amidst controversy and the tides of debate,
Let us embrace the wonder, the curiosities profound,
For in the realm of science, humility should not abate,
As knowledge unfolds, vast mysteries may astound.
So, Mick Harper, grumpy sage with fervor and might,
Seek truth, my friend, in realms of science vast,
May the Mpemba effect ignite your quest's light,
As wisdom and curiosity become a steadfast mast.
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I was (a) majorly impressed (b) found it minorly helpful and (c) mega-ly disappointed to learn subsequently it was ChatGP.
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