There is a very fine line Between empirical and superstitious And lab scientists tend to weave around that line This is what happens when you work in a place Designed to do things that probably won’t work
If you are troubleshooting a procedure And you hit upon something that works After three days of sweat blood and tears You are not likely to change anything About the one time it worked
You will have empirically demonstrated That the procedure works When you do X, Y, and Z in that order However it is unlikely you will know if X, Y, or Z Actually made the frustrating procedure work
This ambiguity can lead Empirical testing and method development To morph into something Decidedly less rational looking Than science might seem to the outside world
You might be pretty sure that Using the thermocycler on the left Had nothing to do with the procedure working Because the thermocyclers are all identical But it is not worth the risk of finding out you were wrong
When you have enough people in the lab Doing enough of those little calculations It is possible to end up with something that looks Less like a rational experimental minded group of people And more like a superstitious medieval mob
You might be laughing at that image But try telling a lab of overworked grad students That they will have to use a new brand of pipette tips Because the old one has been discontinued And see how long it takes for the pitchforks and torches to come out
I think the thing that amazes me the most About the scientific method Is that it manages to work so well Even though the people doing science Are so very human
Carbon monoxide (CO) is a colorless, odorless, and tasteless gas that is slightly less dense than air. It is toxic to hemoglobic animals.
Carbon monoxide is produced from the partial oxidation of carbon-containing compounds; it forms when there is not enough oxygen to produce carbon dioxide (CO2), such as when operating a stove or an internal combustion engine in an enclosed space. In the presence of oxygen, including atmospheric concentrations, carbon monoxide burns with a blue flame, producing carbon dioxide.
CO + 2O2 → CO2 + O3
There are many ways of Carbon monoxide production, such as:
Whatever science Carlos does, I can assure you right now it tends to be EXPLOSIVE. I think he experiments with samples he’s collected throughout Night Vale and tries to find out if they’re structured similarly to other everyday things. Like if they react to the same chemicals and under the same circumstances. (The answer’s usually no.)
His scientific method and lab safety is usually a bit… flawed. He’s suffered from quite a few burns and cuts. But that’s never stopped him before! In the end, if something reacts or blows up, it’s a success.
Several reports needed to be done, followed by a drawn up plan of the expected income for the facility over the course of the next six months, followed by a weekly log of the information drawn in by field-agents working on tracking down ‘Experiment Zero-One’s’ wareabouts.
It was exhausting work, but nothing the Executive in his late sixties sitting in his quiet office infront of a single blue monitor couldn’t handle.
He wished he could be out experimenting in the labs, testing new scientific methods of producing the finest clean energy the world had ever seen, being out in the field tracking down his experiment, but somebody had to run the place. And if not him, then who?
He only trusted himself with the job. It was a tedious, strenuous, delicate job, but it was just the kind of work he was good at.
Boney fingers tapped away at incredible speeds for their age against a keyboard infront of the blue monitor. Save for that single monitor, a black wooden desk, a swivel office chair and a one way glass window on the opposite wall looking out into a blank room that looked similar to a padded jail cell, the room was devoid of furnishings.
The slender man removed one busy hand from the keyboard and hit the button of an intercom on his desk, leaning his bald head away from the
monitor to speak into the mike.
“Floor six, files on the regrowth of organ two-sixteen are needed in my office.”
The harsh light blue light illuminating his face glinted off of one congregated, hideous set of burn scars across the left hand side of his head when he turned back to continue working at the computer, his narrow, precise grey eyes scrutinizing everything that appeared on that one screen.