Which has interesting implications for funeral customs in space -- a lot of scifi dealing with planets where the soil is infertile to human-imported crops solve the problem partly by interring human dead and waste products therein. Someone could start a funeral services company that uses crushed asteroid rock and dead bodies to get things started... maybe buy a few thousand tons of fertilizer from Earth, too... --
"I give you the beautiful... the talented... the tirelessly atomic-powered...
R!
DOROTHY!
WAYNERIGHT!
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Sucrose Octanitrate.
Proof positive that with sufficient motivation, you can make anything explode.
"I give you the beautiful... the talented... the tirelessly atomic-powered...
R!
DOROTHY!
WAYNERIGHT!
--
Sucrose Octanitrate.
Proof positive that with sufficient motivation, you can make anything explode.