That can't be safe.
"Are you a nuclear engineer?"
The man was obviously not that bright. He had been barely able to walk straight and had the hand eye coordination of a fish. As the duo made their way through the colony of lazy men that had lay on their own all day, Hans had felt that he was a fish out of water. He thought that there would be some small but hidden empire here. Like some rural El Dorado.
"I was an electrician for a week or two."
People and machines can't be that different. I'm a doctor, not a mechanic, but this can't be too bad.
"Close enough, do you have any idea what's going on with it?"
Hans was searching for weak spots whilst the man had run through the strange colony showing him everything there was to be shown.
"Going on with it?"
The man opened the door to the center hut that held the machine. A single pipe that someone could crawl through went to the machine and a single pipe that was a fraction the size went outwards. It was loud. Very loud. Another part of the machine was making a heat that could be felt on the outside of the hut if it wasn't for the extra thick mud walls that were internally lined with lead and pencils. Why did they glue pencils to the wall? Now that I think about it, humans and machines are plenty different.
"I think we should have a filter on the bayou water coming into the place. Also, we should throw water onto the outside of the hut. Plus, we should talk about pencils."
"What about them?"
"Why are they glued to the wall?"
The graphite and the lead block out the radiation."
"Ah, I understand."