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Diamond Age Coming Soon
Roland Piquepaille writes "In 'The many facets of man-made diamonds,' Chemical & Engineering News (C&EN) writes that synthetic diamonds are getting bigger and cheaper. An example: for Valentine's Day, you can buy a yellow colored man-made diamond, visibly indistinguishable from a natural one, for $4,000 per carat. This is a 30% discount when compared with a natural diamond. This very long article also says that if synthetic diamond makers are targeting the jewelry market first, these new products will have an impact on many other industries. Not only is it now possible to grow bigger diamonds, you also can choose their color. 'Colored diamonds, which are valuable and very rare, can be created by introducing carefully controlled elemental impurities into the stone,' says C&EN. For instance, nitrogen produces a yellow stone. Infusing boron into the growing diamond produces a blue gem. This overview contains some details, references and photos of men-made diamonds, but read the original article for even more technical explanations if you have the time."
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Better break out the liquid nitrogen cooling system.
There is no god
Mutant Milkmaids by: Rancid
The County Fair was in full swing when he arrived. With a mere glance around, he knew that he's made the right choice. This was a virtual cornucopia of toothless rednecks just begging for improvement. Dr. Pierce smiled briefly, flashing slightly sharpened teeth and strode out among the people.
Dr. Pierce was a strange sight. Among the large, hairy inhabitants of this small Texan town, he looked more like a giant rodent than a man. His face was lean and pointed, with a beak-like nose, large ears, and round red glasses that totally hid his eyes. His hair was shock white, frazzled and long, tied back in a knotted ponytail. His body was thin, dangerously so. The way his lightly stained labcoat hung on his shoulders, he looked a bit like an undernourished hat-rack.
No, he didn't fit in with this small town, but he wasn't here to make friends...well, that wasn't necessarily true. But when Dr. Pierce made friends, it usually involved spare parts and floating things in jars.
Occasionally he muttered to himself as he squeezed through the crowd. He said stuff like, "too thin", or "bleag", and occasionally "called me mad!".
The crowd parted, and Pierce saw what he was looking for. There was a large table with several fat hicks stuffing themselves with what he hoped was chocolate pie. He pushed through the gathered spectators and gaped at the sign before him.
"Eating contest?" He pushed his red glasses up his thin nose. He returned his gaze to the contestants. "Fascinating."
The contestants were really gorging. By now, the man directly in the middle had already inhaled six pies and was
scooping the seventh down his throat. The others were furiously trying to keep up, but even a large 500 gorilla in
overalls was hard pressed to compete with this eating machine. Pierce's lips split into a thin smile as he watched. The
man was unremarkable at best, with a plain face and the physique of someone thrice his age. In a mere matter of moment,
the young man gulped down five more pies, and ate another one even after the others had stopped. He was undisputed
winner, breaking the previous year's record. By the end, Dr. Pierce was bouncing from foot to foot, giggling.
After the contestants all left, the winner still sat there and rubbed his enormously swollen stomach. After the others had gone, a shadow fell over the gurgling gut, and the lad looked into the piercing red stare of the doctor.
"What is your name, boy?"
The lad looked up. "Uh...Billy Joe."
Pierce beamed, leaning back. "Billy Joe! Wonderful, wonderful. Well, very pleased to meet you Billy. I am Dr. Anthony Pierce. I have need of a young man of your...talents."
Typical of the breed, Billy Joe blinked stupidly. "Huh?"
Pierce seemed to grin wider, making him look a bit like a rabid rat.
"And such a bright lad. Yes, you're absolutely perfect. How old are you?"
"19." Billy was trying to squirm back, but his stomach rendered him immobile.
Pierce nodded sagely. "Good age, that. Yes..." He seemed to look into the horizon, his face twisted into a mask of internal struggle. Finally he nodded and reached into his labcoat and whipped out a small card. BJ shrunk away from it as if worried it would bite or possibly explode. "Here's my card. I'm in need of a ranch hand to help me with a very, VERY secret project. If you're interested in working for me, come to this address. If you are not TOTALLY serious about working for me, do not come. I'll have no slackers interrupting my projects."
Billy Joe took the card and looked at it. It was a black card with Dr. Pierce written in white, nothing more. The address was penciled in on the back.
Billy looked up suddenly. "Hey wait, what does this pay?"
Pierce half-turned and smiled. "Oh not too much....but the benefits are outstanding." He stalked away with sweep of his coat and strode into the sunset.
Billy finally manage
CAN you IMAGINE the thought of a bunch of BOY FETUSES EJACULATING their ironically fertile BOYCUM, the very substance that half made who they ARE only recently?!?! THINK about it, a group of TINY PRE-BABIES with their ROCK HARD yet tiny PENISES all in a CIRCLE-JERK performing a IN UTEREO BUKKAKE ceremony way up in mommy's CUM-DRENCHED WOMB, man, when the "water breaks" I'm thinking that's more STICKY BABYCUM than FETUS FLUID. Birth would be like one gigantic EJACULATION!
you think the goatse.cx guy likes diamonds?
Stop posting please
In fact, I submitted it as a story... not interesting enough in september, I guess...
Fucking jews. No wonder no one likes them.