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| Radiation Garment | ||
| Clothing worn by ordinary citizens to reduce the risk of radiation exposure. |
Doc Grimes is a bit of an iconoclast; he believes that one cause of increasing fatigue and lack of exercise is the indiscriminant use of various forms of broadcast power.
| While his friend complied, Grimes shucked himself out of the
outlandish anachronistic greatcoat he was wearing and threw
it more or less in the direction of the robing alcove. It hit the floor heavily, much more heavily than its appearance justified, despite its unwieldy bulk. It clunked.
Stooping, he peeled off thick overtrousers as massive as the coat. He was dressed underneath in conventional business tights in blue and sable. It was not a style that suited him. To an eye unsophisticated in matters of civilized dress, let us say the mythical Man-from-Antares - he might have seemed uncouth, even unsightly. He looked a good bit like an elderly fat beetle. James Stevens's eye made no note of the tights, but he looked with disapproval on the garments which had just been discarded. "Still wearing that fool armour," he commented. "Certainly." "Damn it, Doc - you'll make yourself sick, carrying that junk around. It's unhealthy." "Danged sight sicker if I don't..." "James, you are a fair-to-middlin' radiation physicist-engineer. But you're no medical man. You can't expect to pour every sort of radiant energy through the human system year after year and not pay for it. It wasn't designed to stand it..." "I've maintained for forty years that it was dangerous to expose living tissue to assorted radiation without being sure of the effect. From an evolutionary standpoint the human animal is habituated to and adapted to only the natural radiation of the sun, and he can't stand that any too well, even under a thick blanket of ionization..." |
| Technovelgy from Waldo,
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