Lukașenko vrea să readucă în circuitul agricol terenurile contaminate de Cernobîl, la 40 de ani de la dezastru
La patru decenii de la cel mai grav accident nuclear din istorie, președintele bielorus Alexandr Lukașenko insistă că țara sa trebuie să „reînvie” terenurile contaminate de dezastrul de la Cernobîl și să le readucă în circuitul agricol — indiferent de consecințe.
Poziția sa contrazice avertismentele experților în radioprotecție și ale grupurilor de mediu, potrivit tvpworld.com.
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Our new research shows PFAS contaminate a far wider range of whales and dolphins than previously thought, including deep-diving species that live well beyond areas of human activity.
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Rimmer sat alone in the control room, pouring over the console and mindlessly checking off his handy dandy clipboard to make sure everything was in tip-top shape. One could never be too careful these days. Any moment now, Red Dwarf could be boarded by a Jupiter Mining Corporation ship inspector and given a poor write-up for having curry vindaloo spilled all over the control board. Sure, they were three million years into deep space but that meant nothing to these people. They’d find you.
Usually, it made him absolutely giddy to find minor flaws in the ship’s setup because that meant he could complain about them to Lister and make another attempt to sit him down for his patent-pending three-hour seminar: Contamination Review to Assess Posthaste or CRAP (he would have to come up with a better acronym in the future) but today he just wasn’t feeling the glee. He wasn’t really feeling anything.
He felt nothing when he drew a red X on his clipboard because Lister left the brakes on during flight. He felt nothing when he found three month old poppadoms scattered underneath the pilot’s seat. He simply felt nothing. Nothing but the inescapable loneliness of deep space.
He had thought about it quite a few times over the years. The loneliness. About how he never really had anyone he could relate to since he joined the Space Corps. Or even beforehand for that matter. Growing up, he was at the mercy of his overbearing parents and his abusive older brothers.
Upon being shipped out as a technician aboard Red Dwarf, he was once again lost in the shuffle of his superiors, never to stand out amongst his peers as a gentleman and an officer. And then he met Lister. The one man he ranked higher than. In his mind, that made him inherently better than Lister and he could, therefore, never be a suitable companion because Rimmer had always told himself he would never fraternize with his subordinates.
Lister. He always despised Lister and the feeling was mutual. The two of them couldn’t stand to be in the same room as one another for more than five minutes. Why they were assigned to share sleeping quarters, he’d never understood. Not to mention his slobbiness, his lack of any sort of personal hygiene, and his laissez faire attitude toward life itself. For Rimmer, it was all about going up, up, up the ziggurat lickety-split! But Lister? He was content to while away the fleeting hours of his life watching Zero-G Football and wearing his underwear inside out. The two of them couldn’t be any more different. They were like cats and dogs. Protons and electrons. Sunshine and moonlight.
As Rimmer sat, contemplating his loneliness in the vast dark emptiness of space, he couldn’t help but wonder what irritating thing Lister was doing at the moment. Surely, no matter what it was, there was probably something to complain about. He felt the glee returning to his hologrammatic body in full force.
“I feel a new seminar coming on.”
Lister was good at contaminating things. And maybe, although Rimmer would never admit it, Lister had contaminated him a bit as well.
