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   From: gene@shaw.ca   
      
   On Thu, 12 Dec 2019 18:08:55 -0500, Joel Polowin   
    wrote:   
      
   >On 2019-12-12 4:52 PM, Dorothy J Heydt wrote:   
   >>>Hypothesis: Creatures of Faerie live via a nuclear fission/fusion field.   
   >>>   
   >>>Logic: They are poisoned uniquely by the presence of matter that   
   >>>contains no (or few) atoms that can be fused/split without loss of   
   >>>energy.   
   >>   
   >> Examples? And are you sure the term is "poisoned" rather than   
   >> "starved"?   
   >   
   >It's a fairly common folkloric trope that the Fae are sickened and   
   >pained merely by being in the presence of iron. It's a recurring   
   >element in Seanan McGuire's October Daye series: a small wound from   
   >an iron weapon can be fatal. At one point, IIRC, a character is put   
   >into an iron cage, and can't think about anything but the horrible   
   >presence of the iron. I gather that somewhere along in the series,   
   >a Fae character is gravely injured by being whacked by an iron skillet.   
   >I know that there are other examples in other literature, but I'm   
   >blanking on them at the moment.   
   >   
   >Perhaps I should explain the joke: a unique characteristic of iron   
   >is that it's at the peak of the nuclear binding energy curve. You   
   >can get energy by fusing lighter nuclei to get iron, or by splitting   
   >heavier nuclei to get iron and something else. You can't get energy   
   >*from* iron by either splitting it or fusing it.   
      
    I have thought of this myself.   
      
   >At least with the physical properties of our universe. Another set   
   >of experiments to try would be to see if Faerie creatures are poisoned   
   >by the presence of other elements, in universes which have physical   
   >constants different from ours.   
      
    Maybe, the iron reaction is a deficiency. Where does their magic   
   come from?   
      
   Sincerely,   
      
   Gene Wirchenko   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)   
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