This book's like black holes. It really engulfes you whole.
When you do the math and examine how much energy is produced per atomic union, you find that fusing anything to iron__ twenty-six protons costs energy. That means post-ferric fusion* does an energy-hungry star no good. Iron is the final peal of a star__ natural life.
The Disappearing Spoon: And Other True Tales of Madness, Love, and the History of the World from the Periodic Table of the Elements
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When you do the math and examine how much energy is produced per atomic union, you find that fusing anything to iron__ twenty-six protons costs energy. That means post-ferric fusion* does an energy-hungry star no good. Iron is the final peal of a star__ natural life.
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