The White Coat team sat in a great circle around the Safety Valve and chanted their climate mantras.
They passed their clip boards or tablets to the left, to the left, scribbing a number here and solving an quadratic occasion there.
Soon, when the mantras had died away, the Coats did downward facing frog, looking like Buzby Barclay dance moves from above, making the magic shapes of climate control. Send out waves of influency to allow the building of on shore wind farms and fuelling things greenly.
Slowly the coats themselves relaxed with full warm down and made to come back tomorrow when further climate dance might ensue. Hanging their coats in the personalised cabinets, padlocks not provided, they made way to see their kinder in the garten where they played chess and built house of cards together for fun.
The safety valve settled down now and the magma coursing through its veins turned a little darker hue. Not black, then it would have to stop, and the earth would lose its magnetic field, which is crucial to the shielding of the solar wind. The orange light which turn in its clever glass dome, slow down and go dim, and out. The gauges, once whipping up and down in their glass places, became complacent and gathered dust. Safety Valve at rest. Safety first.
The BWK wandered restless the corridors of powerful forces in the lower regions of the Central Station there. Being primarily a woman of action, she opened each door as she along and viewed the suspicious content. Behind a door marked DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT, she found a number of barrels. Marked with each 4 large red XXXXs and showing a picture of a corpse lying recumbent in a pool of liquid, a deadly vapour rising. She pried up the lid with her sword to look inside.
The BWK shined a torch in the bent up lid gap and made out a sparkling substance which begged to be touched. She reached in a hand and pulled a fist full of quantum particles for use in the quantum refrigerator. Which I have just invented by the way. Luckily the BWK wore her armour complete, gauntlets and all.
Wow, she breath, pretty. She kneel down, metal knees, clunk, donk. Reading the side of the barrel small print.
Small print:
This barrel might contain some particles. They have been individually paired with another barrel of particles which is over there by the table. Thus, if you get angry with one of theses particles, its pair, over there, will get upset. They are very sensitive, so please play nice. These particular are intended for repair and replenish duties of the planetary quantum refrigerator, but they are versatile and can be used in any the imagination might.
Examples Paint dry for one, the other falls sleepy.
Put one in brandy, the other, you’re my best friend you are.
Trip one, the other stumble.
Play one a tune, the other dance.
Heat one, the other sweat.
Please one, the other smile.
OK, don’t go on, say the BKW, I get the idea.
Taking her plastic lunch box with clip down lid, The BKW scooped a billion particles and into, and, knocking the barrel lid back in place, going out she heard a muffle calling from another barrel by the table.
Take us too, cried the paired particles, we will be bereft and bereaved if we are left alone twinless.
OK, BWK says, jump in this other plastic.
Back in the canteen near the Safety Valve, BWK and Constance meet with the White Coat team off duty. Having coffee and cake, very nice. Carrot cake and Victoria sponge available.
You must dance the dances and chant the mantras of climate balance for as long as it, said Constance, all authoritative standing on a chair. The world futures all children depend upon the quality and commitment of your endeavours. Paint your designs, weave your magic and settle your scores. It must be done.
The chief White Coat, denoted by a shelf of plastic identity cards all along his chest, stood.
We have taken this burden gladly and do as you ask. Our request is that all solar panels should be named after our children and a Blue Plaque be placed upon the Safety Valve to honour in eternity.
No problem, say Constance, before we go questing in another direction is there anything that you need?
We will need a new book of stories for our children as they do love a bedtime story.
My partner the Blue Knight may assist in this, as he has some experience, says the BWK, he has been writing nonsense for the children of Az this many a day.
The Guardians of the Cave 