Roast Brocolli in Plasma for 2 Seconds
"No matter what you do, do not let the plasma burn out. If it does burn out, the entire planet goes dark. Oh, don't worry. This is the easiest job, son. Even an i***t can do it," were the final words during his training.
"Of course, sir," Poindexter said, nodding like a madman. "I'll keep it running no matter what."
"Good lad," his supervisor said and walked away.
So, there he was, Poindexter and plasma reactor, plasma reactor and Poindexter. It was a big, ringy thing, a ringy glowing thing. It was actually too bright to look directly with any comfort. He checked the gauges, nothing was saying anything catastrophic, so everything was fine. The control room was Spartan, with most of the indicators and lights on a big panel. He had a well-worn seat,
