Forbidden Elements: Dihydrogen Monoxide

[Nathanial K'cansce]

Dihydrogen Monoxide: Boiling Point



*Fire. His time spent learning and practicing with Fire: its waves of energy, and its state of living... it had proven itself useful. He had grown more powerful in the use of fire, being able to create a small ball of it and hurl it at a target. He had also been able to cause sparks, or flash grenades as a more effective name, to blind others temporarily. Also, Snack had been able to set other’s clothing and whatnot on fire.

Wind. The one element that Snack had mastered.

Now, the Dark Lord focused his attention on the very thing that gave life, and that sometimes ended it: water. This liquid took many forms and many states of mater. As a solid it is ice; extremely cold and numbing to the touch. As a gas, water vapor; scolding those who touched the superheated form. And as a liquid, it could be both hot and cold, both burning and freezing the finger that touches it.

The race of humans depended on drinking water to live, to bathe, and for recreation. Their bodies being made up of mostly water. If the body were to dehydrate, not receive enough water, or have that water ripped from their bodies, they would surely die. Crops, and most all plant life found on planets require water to keep their own processes functioning. Without it, they would die. Controlling water was where true power lies. If Snack could learn to use water, by forming it, by heating it, by freezing it, by condensing it, by sucking a life force dry of it, then he would have power unmatched. He would be a demi-God.

Realistically, though, Snack knew that was a dream. To master all of that would take him ten life times. As for now, he would be content with learning the basics. And since he knew how to use fire and the winds, what better way to start off than with creating mini water cyclones and boiling water? *

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*Just outback of his home on Cayss, a river flowed. Its crystal clear water rushed slowly downstream, dimpling and rising up to create small, peaceful rapids where rocks lay imbedded into the ground. The stream was not deep at all, half a foot throughout, with two foot puddles scattered here and there. His planet was the perfect place to study and practice with elemental properties.

Snack stood in his black pants, shirtless and eyes closed, facing the flowing stream. Two markings on his upper body were visible: the axe on his right arm that signified his ascent to Lordship and his loyalty to his Master, Ogre Mal Pannis; and the Sith marking/tattoo on his chest representing his becoming a leading member of the once great Sith Empire.

His concentration ran deep as he called upon the Force, summoning its all-mighty power. He could feel the water running down the gentle and unnoticeable gradient. He reached deeper, feeling what made the water -- water. Much like air, there were many many molecules that formed its being; its liquid state. Unlike air and the atmosphere, however, this pure water only had one type of molecule. Individually, they formed into bigger molecule strands of the same compound, and formed into the substance of water.

Slowly, Snack began to touch these molecule made of oxygen and two hydrogen with he Force. It began to push them back and forth, moving faster and faster. This released energy on a small scale, but when more and more molecules began to quicken their movement, increasing in their kinetic energy, the energy given off immediately turned into heat energy.

Opening his eyes, Snack saw the portion of the stream he was "working" on. Strands of white steam was floating over the water's surface, signs of evaporating water. Slowly, a few bubbles began to form, popping into more steam and water vapor. The stream drew into a slow boil.*

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Dihydrogen Monoxide: Freezing Point


*Two days ago, Snack was standing in this very spot behind his mansion-keep. The stream was just as clear, flowing peacefully towards a bigger river. That day, the water's temperature had risen to the point of boiling.

It was time now, to drop the temperature of the water. More concentration it would take in order to do this, Snack thought. He had experience with raising the temperature of the atmosphere, and now with water. It was a simple practice, one which involved making molecules move faster than their current state. But dropping the temp. was slightly different. Snack would have to slow down the movement of the sub particles.

He did not know if he could do this. A clear mind was needed, along with a lot of patience.

The Dark Lord closed his eyes, taking air in through his nose. He let his mind slip into a state of rest, relaxing his soul, mind, and body. His right arm lifted to shoulder height, straight out with a slight bend at the elbow, and the Force at the tips of his fingers. The Force allows Snack to reach into the molecules of the water, flowing as calmly as the water itself...*

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*...He focused, and concentrated on the molecules of the water. There had to be a control over all of them in the general area in which he wished to cool down. The molecules danced as the slipped into Snack's control, and for a moment, they began to slow down.

Without their kinetic energy, heat would be lost. He grew ambitious. The molecules slowed even more, but Snack wanted to stop their movement all together. His eyelids closed tighter around his, his face showing signs of strain.

And then one little bugger slipped away, impacting into another and then another, causing a chain reaction to bring the particles back up to the normal speed.

Snack's eyes slowly opened to look upon the stream. Clear flowing water. He had failed.*

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*But in failure, comes a lesson learned. His experience had taught him that much.

I focused too much on the larger picture.

I grew over zealous.

I thought too much.

I grew impatient, and in turn let my anger overcome my vision.

I thought too much.

...

Let your mind go.

A breath of air entered then escaped his lungs as his eyes closed once more. This time, his body went limp causing him to fall to his knees. He came to a rest on the back of his heels and shins, feeling the peaceful calm of his home world around his body. There were teaching that he remembered from his time as a Jedi: to be at calm, and at peace when learning new abilities. Once learned, his darker side could overtake his newfound knowledge.

A perfect mental movie of the flowing stream was now the only thing that found itself in Snack's mind. He probed deeper. The flowing molecules were now as large as rocks. Rocks.

It did not matter on the size of the rock, for all can be moved. These molecules were tiny rocks. Invisible ones that moved.

The Force swirled in and around the molecules, creating tiny hands around them, waiting to do Snack's bidding. Slow down. He reached out with the Force, and one by one the molecules of water began to slow down. He did not reach further into the stream, just in one secluded spot. The molecules along the surface slowed, the heat emitted by their movement decreased as a result.

His eyes opened to find a small sheet of ice on surface. It, too, flowed down the stream as Snack let go of his hold on the Force, slowly melting.*

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Dihydrogen Monoxide: Let it Flow


*How long has it been? A few weeks already? Ice control had seemed to come natural for the Dark Lord after he initially figured out how to freeze bodies of water. But there was much more to work on. Being able to evaporate or freeze water was one thing, but what about moving it? What about condensing it from the air? What about subliming it from its gas state into floating shards of ice?

Those were Snack's main goals.

The breeze calmed itself in the cooler than normal Cayssian afternoon. Snack stood there, near the stream, in his normal light attire. In one of his hands was a rock. Actually, it was more of a small pebble, smooth and a hint of redish pink in color.

Tossing it lightly into the air, the stone flew in an upwards manner away from Snack's hand, and then coming down, causing a splash and ripples in the calm stream.

Hmm...

Reaching down, Snack picked up another stone, this one about twice the size of the other. He tossed this one into the air, and caught it with the Force. It hung in suspended motion before floating down into his opened palm. He then glanced from his palm where the rock lay to the calm water, and smirked.

The rock once again left his hand, this time projected for the stream. The moment it made contact with the surface and sank, displacing its mass via the splashing water, Snack reached out with the Force. He "grabbed" around the area where the drops of water flew up, trying to catch them before they merged with the stream once more.

Create a container....

The Force moved around the small droplet of water he had 'caught', molding the Force container to a shape of a small ball. The drop of water caught within soon took the shape, and hung a few inches above the water's surface.

Again

Snack began tugging at the water's surface and the molecules that held it together. Slowly, yet surely, the clear liquid stretched out from the surface and began to circle upward around the tiny droplet he started with. It took a minute or so, but soon, the sphere of water began to fill out, expanding and increasing its radius and volume.

Lift it up...

He concentrated on the Force he was using to hold the shape of the liquid, and began to move the mass up higher into the air. It started out a little shaky at first but it soon began to lift like the small rock he lifted before.

With his eyes now open, Snack witnessed the awesome sight of the ball of water floating in mid air. Even when controlled by the Force, the water still had a life of its own, and seemed to flow evenly throughout the sphere. A smirk crossed formed on his lips, and then the ball of water burst, raining the liquid down back into the stream.*

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Dihydrogen Monoxide: Making Something from Nothing


*A few more days have passed, and Snack found himself once more outside near the crick playing with the water. He had made much progress, but knew he had so much more to learn and try out.

Out in front of him, two spheres of water were floating, circling each other at his own bidding. A third from the stream began to move upwards to join the other two, and all then soon found themselves converging together, forming one larger sphere of water.

Releasing his control, the ball of water lost its shape and fell un-uniformly into the crick below.

Only a few more lessons to learn, and everything would fall into place. He could then say he had done it, and begun his steps into mastering it all. The next step... harder than probably anything else he had tried as of yet. But he knew how to do it. At least the basics.

It was quite simple. Water vapor was present in the atmosphere in abundant supply. All he had to do was pull the hydrogen atoms close with the oxygen atoms, and their reaction would be instant, forming water molecules. And that was for the ones that were not already present in that form in the air. From there, Snack would then have to lower the temperature of the molecules by slowing down their movement. They would not be able to hold the stability needed to keep themselves in the gaseous state, and would therefore flop from mid air, seemingly from no where as rain drops. Easy condensation, almost similar to how rain clouds form. Only Snack would not be forming clouds, only water.

No, clouds were not on his mind today. That would be later... much, much later.

His eyelids closed and his concentration on the Force grew. Slowly but surely, he tugged the atoms, the molecules, slowed their movement down, and felt through the Force the water forming in mid air. The drops began to fall towards the ground, and quickly Snack had to catch them with the Force before the grass drinks them all up. But that sudden jolt in concentration stopped the forming of water, and left him with only a few drops to play around with.*

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*Do it again! Don't give up.

Or else you'll be a failure.

No I won't.

Use your anger. Your dark feelings.

There is no anger.

The anger you'll get when you fail. You're so close.

I've past this test. Failure means nothing to me.

Then why am I back?

Those three droplets of water still hung in suspended animation a meter in front of his face. Where there was once concentration, now was confusion. Why was it back?

It has taken you a long time to just learn that.... and I thought you were powerful.

There are many different types of power.

Power is power, nothing more, nothing less.

Mind, body, spirit, political.. shall I go on?

You're losing mind right now.

Cram it.

That's it...

The stern expression on Snack's face returned, though with a hint of more determination. Just to prove it wrong. The constant in his life was his loathing of that thing.

Those three small droplets of water began to expand in volume, as Snack drew upon more of the Force to bring the water vapor in the air to liquid water. Soon, more droplets began forming and merging into the larger three. And then those three grew into one giant bubble.

There's the anger...

Eat me.

Manipulating the water molecules, Snack contorted the liquid's shape form a sphere to a cone shaped structure, pointed at one end and flat at the other. It was not a perfect cone, however, since being a liquid, it seemed to flow really where ever it wanted to within the Force grip it was in.

Slowly, Snack's concentration increased. He wanted to prove it wrong, and he would be doing just that. The intermolecular forces of the water began to strengthen as their random-moving molecules began to slow from their rapid movement. The kinetic energy held within was being drained and with it, its internal heat energy. The molecular structure began to crystallize until it was a uniform ice javelin.

A solid object that one could move with ease with the Force. Snack spotted a tree off to the side by the stream, the mental image of that old hermit forming into the bark. And with a slight wave of his right hand in the tree's direction, the sharp piece of ice flew through the air, until it impacted and shattered on the tree. Once the debris finally settled, Snack saw that a whole was not produced; rather a dent was made. More work would need to be done in order to get the ice to stay solid during and after collision.

At least the voice grew silent.*