Bear crossing in the sun. Train crossing sparkling in the sun. The
crystal train crossing. The crystal train to the coast. Crystal
sprinkling the sun with twinkling train parts. The nuclear stoker
exploded. The nuclear coal tender exploded.

Now we're using nuclear coal to fire our star drives. Down in the engine
room, burly Scots, stripped to the waist, shovel nuclear coal into the
ovens. We have to change our Scots every few weeks. The previous are sent
to coral farms in the atolls of the Pacific, where they lounge in
splendor until they die of radiation sickness. All in all not a bad
tradeoff. One plenty of boys are willing to make. Always holding out hope
on the off chance one of them will become some kind of radiation
superman.