Acid Rains

***Acid Rains*** was a deranged article written by Anonymous Contributor and first published on February 18, 2002.

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*It was freezing that morning in February. The strong cold north winds shook the passenger side of the car with snow as it moved noisily along a road dominated by ice and surrounded by a large expanse of snow. It had snowed almost non-stop in Alaska for nearly four months, and for Anthony Abbing it was a real torment. He, accustomed to the hot California sun, had been sent up there, just for a damn experiment by the Blue Star Meteo Corp. In that damned laboratory. He wore two coats, heavy gloves and a wool cap. Interference due to bad weather conditions prevented him from listening to the local radio station while the car, under the powerful polar blizzard, headed straight for the large laboratory in the city of Manley Hot Springs, 7 km away. It had been two months since the move from the Los Angeles headquarters. Anthony had worked there for a decade and was heavily accustomed to the routine of the city of angels. And of course he hardly ever had to worry about the cold. For almost the whole year the climatic conditions of California, especially in the southern area, remain the usual ones: dry heat with occasional rainfall. He used to get up around eight and reach the laboratory in a few minutes, living a few blocks away from the science center. Then, suddenly, after the detection of a series of strange magnetic phenomena in different areas of the continent at high latitudes, he had seen the assignment transferred to that remote area of ​​Alaska, and moreover in the middle of winter. Anthony had thus found himself having to face a climate hostile to him and also to change his habits: he had to wake up at six, make a thousand preparations, transport the electronic equipment on the car and put the chains on the tires, as the streets just outside the city they were perpetually frozen. He had been given a nice home in downtown Hot Springs, and despite the short distance to travel, it took nearly an hour to get there. And he kept repeating to himself that those environmental conditions were unbearable than anyone who was not born there. Only an Eskimo could bear that cursed cold. Yet in his life he had got used to all the difficulties encountered: the death of his mother at five, the plane crash in which his father had lost his life when he was thirteen, the severity of the uncles to whom he was entrusted by the court, difficulties at school with teachers and classmates. All these events in his life he had managed to face them with firmness and decision, transforming him into a serious, taciturn, patient and strong man. Since elementary school he had demonstrated strong mathematical skills, skills that he was able to successfully cultivate over the years, attending the most prestigious schools in California and obtaining three degrees, in mathematics, physics and chemistry. He then became passionate about meteorology and had attended several masters at the National Meteorological Center, distinguishing himself several times for his research and diligent work. So, one day, an interesting offer arrived from a multinational: Blue Star Meteo Corp., one of the most famous research companies in the world, which had collaborated several times with the government and with the MWO, the Meteorological World Organization.*