What is Antimatter?

Antimatter can be thought of as the opposite of matter, or matter that has properties to opposite or contra-positive of the normal steady state.  In a simplistic fashion, antimatter can have anti-protons that have the same mass as a proton but the charge of an electron, anti-neutrons: neutrons that have no charge but an opposite or out of phase wave associated with it, and anti-electrons which have the same mass as electrons but a positive charge. In a more real and concrete interpretation, antimatter has the same properties as matter but in a 180 degree out of phase wave nature associated with it.  For example, an anti-electron will have the same mass and charge as an electron but an opposite wave function.   It may happen that, an antimatter particle, colliding with a matter particle will annihilate and release energy in the electromagnetic spectrum equivalent to the equation energy equals mass times the speed of light squared.  A gram of hydrogen annihilating another gram of anti-hydrogen could be said to liberate approximately ten to the ninth power joules of energy in a microsecond burst.  This amount of energy released per unit time is astounding and may be used for producing work because of its magnitude.

Physics of antimatter annihilation

An antiparticle of given mass can annihilate another particle of matter of the same atomic weight.  To use dissimilar particles of mass and anti-mass results in an equivalent of a fissile.  Using like particles of anti-matter and matter brings wave functions that are 180 degrees out of phase into proximity for capture and annihilation. Bringing mass a1 and antimass a2 together in a magnetic field long enough, annihilation will occur.   The reaction of plutonium fission can be likened in a tangential way to reacting antimatter with matter in the sense that the two components of the reaction must be held together for a minimum amount of time for the reaction to ensue or the elements will quickly separate and the reaction quench. In a fission bomb, plutonium wedges must be held together to initiate a chain reaction. In annihilation, two particles of matter, anti and real must be collided and maintained in union for annihilation to proceed.  In a fusion reaction the constituents must be held together in a relativistic environment or the constituents may separate and the reaction fails.  In nuclear physics all reactions must be brought to relativistic state for the event to proceed.  This is because, nuclear reactions only occur under very special circumstances.  

Antimatter can be contained in a near vacuum within a magnetic field as long as matter opposite to the atomic number of the antimatter is not brought into proximity.  Two like but opposite particles of matter share the same mathematical but opposite properties making equivalence real.   For example: an atom of hydrogen antimatter under real conditions will not normally react with an iron atom because of the dissimilarity of mass and the shielding of the nucleus by barrier particles.  These will only react at relativistic conditions found only in nature at the center of a sun or neutron star.  This is the big bang of a dying star.

Production of antimatter

Antimatter can be produced on earth by spinning particles or atoms in a tokomak until the particles change nature at the speed of light.  Matter spun in a circle at the speed of light eventually changes character and can be siphoned off with magnets and contained in a vacuum.

On chemical scale, reactions are either exothermic or endothermic and have an activation plateau to achieve for initiation.  On a nuclear level, the constituents much be brought to a relativistic state before the reaction can proceed.    A relativistic state happens when matter is brought to the speed of light. A relativistic state occurs when transuranic elements are brought in high concentrations in close proximity.  The combined mass is inherently unstable and the atom fissions at the speed of light.    In a relativistic environment, matter can change into energy and back again as the wave function is similar.  Accelerating mass to the speed of iight produces relativity when matter is accelerated in a circle in a powerful magnetic field.  This is because anything moving in a circle at near the speed of light becomes the speed of light due to the linear velocity of an object revolving in a circle.  VSub *t   = AsubR / radius.  

Passing energy through various crystal lattices changes the frequency of the energy in the electromagnetic spectrum

Uses of Antimatter

At present no way exists to realize the great amount of energy liberated in a microsecond by the reaction of antimatter.  It may be possible to store antimatter in an evacuated bottle in a magnetic field.  It might be found that antimatter can coexist with matter as long as the two are not brought to a relativistic state.  In fission reaction unstable matter disintegrates into more stable forms with the release of energy.  A fusion condition will extinguish when the relativistic environment no longer exists.  Antimatter reactions progress to complete annihilation under the proper conditions.    Antimatter energy will power starships to different galaxies and fuel huge and create awesome lasers and particle weapons.  The harnessing of antimatter energy will provide the means to transgress time and the warp as envisioned by Albert Einstein.  Energy can be converted to specific forms such as gravity waves and the essence of time itself.

On a positive note

The universal field equation may become a plausible reality

Who is at the door asks the Wracks, it is after dinner.   I’ll go see.

Tell the Fuller brush man we don’t need any merchandise says father Wracks.

Its me says Kool, alive and well and I want you to come along for a ride. 

I haven’t heard of any parties says the Wracks.

I need a shotgun says Kool to pick up some merchandise.   I feel safer if I don’t go alone insists Kool

What are you going to get says the Wracks

A Q Z says Kool, it will be quick and easy.  They are professionals

All right says the Wracks, I don’t know any better

Wracks and Kool embark in the brown and yellow fully camperized Volkswagen van that his father had bought him.   He puts the car in gear and they exit bacon way.  

Look in the glove and see what I have says Kool

Wracks opens the glove compartment and pulls out a jet-black two-inch barrel Smith and Wesson thirty-eight special.  

Its loaded says the Wracks.   What are you going to use it for.

In case things get rough, just pull out the gun and blast them says Kool

I am not going to jail for murder one says the Wracks.   You blast em.

Yeah dah voy says Kool.   Yeah dah voy.

Down the one to the ten and soon the two are in an opulent section of West Los Angeles stuffed and festooned with endless two-story apartment buildings all sitting in manicured residential neighbor hoods. Kool pulls to an empty parking space and inserts naturally and the two exit the car and enter a group of apartments.

This is the one says Kool, 2202, apartment 10 second floor.  Let’s go, we are invited.

They climb the stairs and knock on apartment 10.  A Hispanic man of average height with wavy black hair opens the door.  He is dressed in jeans with a workers rayon shirt.  He has a Texas style silver belt buckle and the television is on and two others are watching intently smoking cigarettes and drinking beer. 

My name is Paul says the man.   Come on in.  I have been expecting you.   What can I do for you says Paul.

I would like to talk to you in private says Kool and the two walk into the other room.   Wracks walks over to the sofa near the television and looks in and the two Mexican Americans look back at him an ask him if he wants a beer. 

No thanks says the Wracks, I am on business.

Suit yourself says one of the other guys and they go back to watching a drama police show.

Kool and Paul reappear and Paul says to the Wracks, I have something I want you to see.   Go to apartment 15 and knock three times.   The wracks says goodbye and they walk over to the brown apartment door and knock three times.  A Mexican American man in jeans and tee shirt with new adidas sneakers lets them in and the Wracks beholds an amazing sight.   The entire apartment is filled with bricks of Marijuana all wrapped in pick toilet paper stacked head high.

Want to buy any pot asks the man?   All you can smoke.

I don’t have any money says the Wracks.   Kool, do you want any pot.   It looks like commercial grade green marijuana all bound in kilograms. 

No says Kool.   I have bought something else

If you ever need any pot, you know where to come.   Just talk to Paul first.  

Thank you very much, it was nice meeting you says the Wracks

Adios, says the man as he closes the door behind them

Well did you get what you came for asks the Wracks?

I will soon see says Kool and he show the Wracks an automobile trunk key, holding it up int the dark night.  We are looking for a light brown Ford Granada says Kool.   Help me find it.

There it is down the street about one hundred feet away says the Wracks.

Let’s go find it says Kool.

They slowly walk to the car and Kool goes to the trunk inserts the key and opens it.   In the trunk is a small brown bindle covered in butcher paper with white string as a bow.  He takes the package, throws the key in the trunk. Closes the trunk and directly walks away.   Back at his brown and yellow van, he throws the package under the seat and speaks.  Get in, we are done here.

What’s in the package asks the Wracks?

Blow!    Pure crystal blow from Bolivia, uncut, and a lot of it.

What are you going to do with all that coke says the Wracks?   Cut it and sell it and give it to the girls.   They go wild over the stuff.  

Girls like coke says Wracks, why is that so?

They like it more than men.    

It is so expensive; it is out of my market says the Wracks.

If I see you later, I will give you a line.   We are almost back to your house.

Kool pulls up to the front of the Wracker house and says thank for being shotgun. There are going to be a lot of happy people tonight.  What are you going to do.

Study like I always do.   I don’t have an inheritance; I have to accept a career.

I will see you soon says Kool, have a good night. And he puts the car in reverse and heads off into the darkness.  The Wracks goes to the front oak door with marble centerpiece, inserts the key and is in the hallway with the big mirror and father is smoking cigarettes, and eating a bowl of vanilla ice cream.

How was it asks father.   Was it worth it

It was a simple drug score with the big league and I don’t fit in. 

You are who you associate with says father Wracker.

I am going to study says the Wracks, and the room is empty and the simple cheap desk with Formica top appears with the tensor reading lamp and the Wracks lights a cigarette and starts to read.  Time goes by and he looks up at the big clock and it is late and sleep awaits.   Tomorrow is another day.  

Wrack[RR1]  does not know why he woke up so early today. Today is Saturday and the automatic coffee maker is off and father does not have to leave at seven fifteen today after a cereal breakfast and a cup of coffee. Today is another day of summer in Tranquil Hills and the sun shines in the kitchen window now as it does almost every morning except in June when the coastal fog crawls up the canyon into Bacon way and Mellow man’s Lane. Wrack does not know why he drifts around the house so early today but notices his little dog Punkin is not on his cushion. Where is Punkin, wrack thinks.  Wrack walks over to his father’s Pall Mall cigarette pack and steals one because he does not have money to buy his own. I will go outside for a coffee and a smoke thinks Wrack.  Wrack opens the back door and steps outside where the garage meets the back door of the house and a little herb garden sits in front of the trashcans. GB is sitting on the ground playing with Punkin.  Punkin is sitting up and begging with his little paws making a praying motion.  If a person was not sane, they would think BG and the dog were having a conversation.  Any sane person knows this is not so.  “GB, what are you doing out back with my dog at 6 AM,” Inquires Wrak.   “I had nothing to do so I am playing with Punkin,” says BG. He ignores wrack and pets the little orange platinum Silky terrier. “Besides he says, a new south swell should be hitting right now and I want to see if the Bu is catching it.”  “Get your board and wetsuit and let’s go.”  “Get some food and steal some of your Dad’s cigarettes for the road.”   Wrack does not have a board, or is at least in between boards so he borrows his brother’s lily white seven foot eleven inch pipeline gun with winglets shaped by Dean.   “Be sure the board fits in between the seats before we start off,” says BG “I have my sack of stuff,” says Wrak.  “Light me smoke and lets have at it,” says GB.  

      The Pacific coast highway remains a beautiful stretch of road on the good side of town and touches in the opulent beach area of Northern Los Angeles called Malibu and Point Dume Estates.    The army corps of engineers built the road wide and the palisades to the east rise beautifully in the east and the ocean sparkles dazzlingly on the left and west side of the street.  Most of the movie star beach house has been torn down and the ocean beckons alluringly, sweetly and innocently as Catalina Island shimmers sixty miles away to the south east.  Surf rider beach has a parking lot and a wall and a secret house hidden in the moat inside of the creek belonging to the Getty family. Surf rider beach today displays three foot waves and a slight south wind which ruins the shape somewhat and makes the lines section raggedly as they turn inward into first point.  “Let’s go out,” says Wrack.   “There is hardly anyone here!”   “No!” I do not want to get in my suit for three foot mush and south wind,” asserts BG.

“I am deciding,” insists GB.  “Don’t talk, I am thinking.”  “Probably the swell is too south for the Bu and the tide changes right for the pipeline.  “What pipeline,” says Wrak?  At Newport Point there is a secret surf break only some people can surf.  Houses are built on the beach and no parking exists so there exists no way to enter the surf zone without having your car towed.  “I know Juan van says BG.” “We can park at his house on the beach.”  “Light me another smoke,” We are jamming to the pipeline.

   At seventy plus miles per hour the Chevrolet econocar propels down highway one.    Highway ten appears and then Highway five appears and the huge refinery burns by and highway 58 becomes a reality and then into Newport.  BG’s uncle is Richie Rich.

       “Who is the guy,” says Juan Van “GB you know better than to bring strangers here!”   “He is cool,” says GB “Beside; He is a friend of mine.”  “OK,” says Juan Van “Pull it in and close the garage.”  “I just finished the night shift as a security guard.” I am going to have coffee and breakfast and wake up,” says Juan Van “You two can go out.”  “It’s pretty good.”  A south swell hit last night.  Wrack learns quickly. He realizes that an extremely south swell blocked out by Catalina Island focuses on the point here the point faces south southwest and picks up any swell with a south to it and the predominant westerly wind blows side shore. . GBG and wrack sit on the beach at the point in the morning and the water shimmers like glass and the fishing boats sail out at the pier and the waves crest at six to ten feet and breaking like turning cylinders and spitting in the shallow end of the sand bar.   This is the Orange County pipeline and the wave looks better then Hawaii.  Hawaii always is windy.  The point today shows smooth as molten glass and green water waves break in perfect form and harmony onto shallow sand reefs.   “Let’s go surfing,” says GB.  “I can’t go backside so good,’ whine Wrack, “They will run me over.”   “Just tell them you know Juan van,” says GB.  “They will back off.”    “I will go surf the right on the other side of the channel. It looks almost as good.”  “Get a few waves and paddle over to left,” says GB.  “It really is good.” 

     The paddle out at the point seems easy compared to the washing machine up north.  Wrack waits outside and paddles into a twelve foot right peak, bottom turns and releases the inside edge of the pintail to ride the tube.  A huge blond haired local takes off in front of Wrack and wrack holds the edge of the board in the vortex then reinserts the inside rail as the wave spits foam and blows by the huge blond haired muscleman.  Inside the shore-break, the huge blond haired kook grabs the white pintail from wrack and says “If you take off on another of my waves I will kill you.”  “Give me back my surfboard you huge idiot, I am a guest of Juan Van.  The big blond surf God looks at wrack, looks at wrack looks at wrack, then grabs his own board and paddles away.  “I had better stay clear of him.” Thinks wrack, Time to surf some lefts.”  The channel at the point means an easy paddle out.  Half way out, GB enters a ten foot pipeline peak.  He goes straight off then turns hard and the board arcs up into the hook of the wave as the water forms a pipeline tube.  As the wave tubes over him GB carves back down the face then turns again up into the hook and then goes by Wrack as he paddles out.    Outside in the lineup BG returns.  “How do like the pipeline.” Asks GB.  “The waves are great but the locals burn aggressively,” says Wrack.  “Just do not snake Juan Van,” says BG “Then you will be OK.”  “Let’s surf till our arms drop off,” says GB.  “This is as good as it gets.”

       Juan Van lets BG and Wrack redress in his garage.  His parents live upstairs in a two story house converted into a duplex.  “I have someone I want you to meet,” says BG.  “Let’s go meet the Brotherhood.” 

     We meet some friends in Irvine in an apartment in an upscale building with security and potted plants everywhere.  BG tells wrack one of his friends is deaf and not to make fun of him.  The deaf person is smaller, with brown hair, a deep chestnut tan in short pants and a Hawaiian shirt.  Another person is larger, skinnier, with brown curly hair and a beard, dressed similarly and who laughs a lot.   I grab a piece of paper and write on the paper what we are discussing so the deaf person can stay tuned.  The deaf person does not talk, but smiles and reads the paper. Smoke passes around and the boys share surf stories and compare the lifestyle of Los Angeles with the Beach and Irvine. “Is he cools,” they each ask GB in turn.  “He is cool,” says GB, and a friend of mine. After a while Juan Van shows up on queue and GB and Wrack decide the time is right to leave.  Wrack waves good bye to the brotherhood and will never see them again.  They provided hospitality and cordiality and all that can be expected of them in a place in time down south.  BG and wrak accelerate on to the freeway and rocket toward Los Angeles.  “Light me another smoke,” says GB.  “I am driving.”   The refinery and the large deep fence hiding the factory from the people appear then disappear.  The surfers arrive on the ten and then the one and up Moonrise to Bacon way.  Wrack pulls his board out of the hatchback and punkin jumps out from the fence and greets the pair.  “Hi Punkin,” says BG.  “See you later.”  The green Chevrolet econocar accelerates quickly and smoothly because the car weighs very little.  GB leaves as mysteriously and enigmatically as he arrives when the buoy indicators of big surf herald a new swell.  Wrack goes back to the daily rigmarole of reality sometimes punctuated by excitement.

        Wrack never rode the pipeline again.  Occasionally, when wrack would surf the area, he would park illegally and watch the waves from an aperture on the street that meets the beach.  Occasionally a skinny, tall, beach boy with a long head and blond hair would appear and menace him with a Ruger 10/22 varmint rifle.   The tall beach boy shot him once when he was in his wetsuit but the bullet did not stick in.  The pipeline is real.  The pipeline tubes perfectly.   The pipeline gives a great drop and acceleration.  The pipeline is off limits to commoners.   “The rich are different from you and me,” said the Great Gatsby.  Wrack knows what he means.  The brotherhood was formed by surfers with the object of supplying clean unadulterated controlled substances to friends; any profit was put back in the business.   All street drugs are cut with toxic substances and adulterated.  The brotherhood of eternal love was constructed to supply friends only.  Life is not black or white but shades of grey and the Wracks was not asked to join the brotherhood because he didn’t have a car and they couldn’t use him.   Life flows and goes and eventually the end is near but the waves and good times remain. 

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