Chemistry

Huh?

The strange flow of dust was her outfit.

The gripping phenomenon of free electrons everywhere swept away along with the dust they had driven.

‘Whoa, there's too many of them. ’

Whether she knows it's a burst of static saturation, she doesn't seem to want to get out of her reading trimester.

Assuming by sheep, if she touches metal, she will experience static electricity that is roughly three times more painful than she felt before.

Although not necessarily because of the dust he blew away, Jung felt an moral responsibility. It was never because it was too pretty for a woman I met by chance.

That's DEFCON Phase 1 in the electrostatic world. It's very dangerous. ’

Jung, who was looking around for a moment with the crisis consciousness, had to cough briefly.

Chubby chubby.

The train was jogging on a quiet, familiar track.

‘ · · · · · ·. ’

Jung focused on finding solutions.

The unique insights of molecular biologists that combine optic nerves with chemical information imprinted on brain cells began to enlarge the molecular structure of the electrostatic bomb mantle.

A chain constellation of elements appeared in Jungwoo's field of view over the fibers.

A tight amide bond to this extent is likely to cause aggregation of charges by friction. ’

The material is nylon. When women wore stockings, it was somewhat similar to the fact that the skirt stuck to static electricity.

‘But there's no reason to be an electrostatic bomb. Wait. Na · · · O · · Si ·? ’

The eyes of the pits that found a transparent compound adhering between the molecular structures of the fibers glowed. The dust particulate passing by is sticking to this compound and it seems to explode in no time.

Was it you?

The name of the compound that easily captures free electrons is sodium silicate. If this stuff sticks to the clothes and the ionic reaction is fiercely removed towards the alkali, it's a great catalyst to attract free electrons. Now that you're involved in the fabric molecular structure and you've made your clothes stiffer, you have to be an electrostatic bomb mantle.

‘Ion neutralization comes first. Sodium silicate would have some effect if you sprayed it with water right away. ’

While thinking about how to present this solution, which lowers the level of DEFCON 1 to Stage 5, she raises her head, focusing on the document.

"Phew."

Her big, clear, unblinking eyes turn towards you. "Why were you staring at him? ’.

“Oh, that. ”

I was embarrassed that even though I had fallen into the chemical world, it was also true that I was focused enough to excuse myself. The user points to the opposing Pokémon's hand.

“Watch out for static electricity. ”

“Yes?”

“When you get off the subway, sprinkle some water on your outfit and pluck it out. Oh, my clothes are so stiff. ”

The urgent movement of the people began in the barrel stopped at the station. Jungwoo got caught up in it and pushed into the crowd.

What are you talking about? ’

Song Bo-young had to feel embarrassed by the words of a strange man. Then I looked everywhere for where he disappeared, but it was not easy to find someone I met on the ten thousand won subway.

Jiaying...

My phone rang in my bag to turn my mind off and see the document again. I took it out and it was on my way to the company.

- Boom!

“Yes, sir. ”

- Where are you going to work?

“The subway.”

- Are you Bo-young?

“I rode every day in Munich. ”

- Now that we've started the official cosplay, your father's serious hands are starting to get hurt.

“Sunbae.”

Song Bo-young's eyebrows flew up.

“Stop talking if you want. I'm busy.”

Wait a minute. There's been a huge incident.

Song Bo-young asked with an expression that she wasn't interested.

“What is it?”

- You just met the head of human resources and heard the shocking news. They're entering the lab with parachute privileges.

“We recruit researchers, don't we? ”

- Don't freak out. It was inserted directly by Dr. Heaven.

I warned her not to be alarmed over the phone, but her eyes widened.

“Dr. Shen? It's been six months since the Sabbath. When did you get here?”

I didn't ask for that. Why don't we go to Human Resources and find out more? Then we'll have a café brunch in front of you and talk.

“Never mind. You can ask him yourself. ”

- Wait, wait, wait! · · · ·

Tsk.

Song Bo-young, who put her phone back in her bag, looked down at the A4 document she was reading earlier.

[Next Generation Biocode]

This paper was written about a decade later when the heavenly kingdom served as Heidelberg Center for Biochemistry in Germany.

Dr. Shen personally scouted you? I have to go see him later. ’

I thought that I would have to study even more at the same time with the expectation that maybe the kingdom of heaven would return.

Song Bo-young focused on the next paragraph of the article and read it down.

Then.

She reflexively touched the wall due to the rattling of the train, and she was furious with the static spark.

“Aww · · · · · · · · ·. ”

An elbow aches.

The old lady sitting on the old pebble frowned and turned her gaze away because the sound was quite loud.

“Are you okay, student? ”

“It's okay, Grandma. ”

In the meantime, Song Bo-young had to smile at seeing me as a student. Well, technically, I'm still a student. Twenty-six graduate students. But it's been a year since I became a researcher.

Song Bo-young, who looked down at her worrying grandmother, asked her mouth for a finger that was irritated.

‘This is why I hate winter. ’

She unconsciously looks at her hands and recalls the words she just heard, then tilts her head. He predicted and told you about this?

“That's ridiculous. ”

Song Bo-young shook her head.

Then I started reading the paper quietly. Not long after, however, I had to be interrupted by the loud voice that came from beyond the crowd.

“Ahhhh! No! Let's go home, Mom. ”

“Oh, that! Let's keep him quiet. ”

The crying one. Other passengers whose nerves are sharpened by it. The loud voice that dug through the crack in concentration once continued throughout the station.

Song Bo-young decided that she could no longer read the paper. I had a headache just to force myself to see what was hard to see.

I looked down for a moment to tidy up in my bag and saw a text message on my phone.

[Ask me instead of the head of human resources. Tea room at 10: 00, OK? By the way, this is a parachute face.]

A photo appeared to be taken from the Human Resources Department together.

‘Huh? This face? ’

Jungwoo was looking at the crying kid. About five years old?

“I'm sorry. He's got Atopy. ”

The kid's mother, who was constantly apologizing, begged him not to do it when she kept scratching her arm because she was ticklish. The boy cries and scratches, and the mother can't stop him from scarring. The boy struggles, the mother scolds.

Is that what this is? ’

Jungwoo felt sorry for the kid who couldn't adapt to the atmosphere on the train, but he couldn't say anything. Anyway, he's the one who's making all the noise.

“Hmmm!”

The old man, sitting next to the two hats, watching the newspaper, gave a blatantly unpleasant look.

“Atopy is something. You're an adult. You need to know public morals. Why did the fucking government destroy the moral textbooks? Tsk, tsk, tsk. ”

He also did not look too good pushing the passengers aside as if they were spread out as big as the newspaper had.

The boy who was crying fortunately stopped crying, but his expression became slightly frozen in the old man's speech.

Jungwoo glances at the boy without a thought and sees dust streaming over the boy's head. It's a cotton wool hat.

I was in agony because of Atopy, but I reached out over the boy's head and waved my hand to prevent the static electricity.

If you want to go, go to the grumpy old man next to you! ’

I didn't act consciously.

However, the dust star wrapped around the palm of his hand and flew away. The problem was that the old man's hair, without a few strands of dirt, reacted.

How did that affect you? ’

Curious about the principle, the waving hand settles in the air above the old man's head. The old man's hair spreads upward as if struck by lightning.

“Phew.”

Jungwoo moved his hands to the side. The old man's extended hair moves in unison with it.

When the old man looked at the newspaper, he looked up and quickly took his hands off. Tak, the old man who hit the newspaper and revealed uncomfortable plantings to a large number of unspecified people, soon bowed his head.

‘Woohoo, my heart is pounding. ’

The frozen kid next to him put a finger on the mouth of the barrel to watch the whole thing and said, “Shh.” I whispered.

The boy shakes his head up and down with a serious look as if it were some secret.

Jungwoo looks away with his hands.

Why do free electronic souls listen to me? I don't even have sodium silicate on my hands. ’

I looked for answers in emerging chemical knowledge.

It was just a momentary [+] dramatic [-] transformation of the palm.

Theoretically possible.

Because watching horror movies and standing still is a bioelectric response that's been transmitted to the sensory organs. If we could control this electrical signal so finely, wouldn't it be possible to induce ions to aggregate fine charges in the palm of the hand?

‘Let's see. ’

Spreading your palms out, dust stars stream in like whirlwinds. Jung Woo-man couldn't help but admire it.

Do we call this chemical sensory modulation? ’

The experience of peering into the molecular world was just too shocking, but this sense of potential as an electrostatic master was also mysterious.

After roughly understanding, Jung turned his eyes to the boy. Atopic itching seems to have gone a little, but I kept drooling with eyes full of anticipation.

Try it again? ’

Jungwoo reaches out over the old man's head. Soon, I felt like the [+] ions are dense in the nerves in my palms.

[-] When a swarm of charge dust gathered from all over the nanoworld, the old man's hair reacted as well. Just as advertisement music appeared on the subway broadcast.

- I ~ Nana ~ Wattoweriwari ~ In front of Seoul City Hall, Good Neighbor Dental · · · · · · · ·.

Do you dance with the DOC? ’

It was not intentional, but the music was exciting, so my shoulders were fine, and there was a big storm in the world of dust.

The old man's hair begins to tingle.