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This is the control room, and if you look closely, you'll see a dark stripe in the carpet running the perimeter of the room. This was referred to as the "velvet rope," and absolutely NO ONE was allowed to cross it without authorization. It was under constant observation from an adjacent office, and I was told that if someone did set foot inside without permission, things got VERY serious VERY quickly.

This is one of the computer stations, and to me, it's such a gorgeous encapsulation of its period of technology, the sort of aesthetic that shows like Lost will bend over backwards to recreate.

As I was scouting, I noticed the day calendar had last been torn off about when the plant closed for good...

Then we went into the nuclear reactor, and the whole damn thing was just so spooky.

Looking back, I think it came from an overwhelming feeling of utter insignificance in the face of the sheer power this colossus was designed to produce.

The scale was just so out of proportion to every day reality, the sort of place where a weight of "46000 LBS" is just casually noted on the side of a part.

Peering into where the core would've been, all I could think is that I'd never want the job where you have to climb down that ladder on the left while this thing was in operation.

If you're interested in seeing more, you can find my full tour here!

https://nickcarr.com/scouting-a-decommissioned-nuclear-power-plant/

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My best friend at the time was working with me, and we were they type who could finish each other’s sentences, and we enjoyed messing with everyone’s heads by carrying on conversations while we were not in the same place.  Like, I’d be at the sink, he’d be bussing tables, and we’d just carry on our half of the conversation, pausing to fill in the gaps where the other would respond… and then turn around and reply to a response that we could not, in fact, hear, but knew what would be said.  One waitress actually hung by the kitchen door to verify that we were, in fact, having one conversation.  We were known as Thing 1 and Thing 2. 

This particular story takes place during a music festival where they blocked off a huge part of downtown and put literal concert stages in the street.  We were expecting a really busy night, and had a full staff… and of course, nobody showed up.  They start sending people home, including me.

I decide not to go straight home… I futz around for a bit, and realise that hey, I’m kinda hungry, and I don’t actually have much food at home, nor a whole lot of money. But if I go back to work, I can order something and charge it against my next cheque. 

Meanwhile, back at work, the entire city of Birmingham has showed up at the same time.  They’re slammed, and regretting sending people home.  The manager tried calling me, but I wasn’t home.  So he turns to Thing 2 and says “Hey, can’t reach Thing 1 at home.  Do you know how to get hold of him?”

Now, Thing 2 is kind of irritated at being asked how to contact a person who isn’t home in the days before cellphones, so in complete sarcasm, he puts his fingers to his temples, acts like he’s sending a telepathic transmission, and says “He’ll be here in five minutes.”  The manager takes it as the sarcasm it was intended to be… for exactly four minutes and forty-five seconds, when I walk in the door.  I could see from a block away that the place was slammed, and I don’t even need to be told that I’m going Back to Work.

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