Discharge of the Light Brigade
Prologue Dr. Gabriel Wilson paced back and forth in front of the dry erase board in his laboratory, examining the equations and formulas that he had written there, staring at the noticeable blank space into which he hoped to put the final piece of this puzzle. ‘I need something that facilitates oxidization. I need something renewable. I need… I…’ Tiffany, his student assistant, perked her head up. ‘Did you figure it out?’ ‘I.. I think so!’ He ran back to his computer and typed in a few...