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Two thousand and forty eight pulses of coherent light belch from their emitters.

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Two thousand and forty eight pulses of coherent light strike the sphere of ballotechnics, uniformly igniting it.

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The massive wave of heat reaches the tamper, expanding it to thousands of times it’s inert size, compressing the crystalline Helium at it’s core.

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The pressure from the expanding tamper keeps the core compressed while the heat released by the ballotechnics reaches it’s way inside.

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A tiny new sun is born. The massive X-ray pulse charges it’s way out as the helium nuclei fuse together.

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The X-ray pulse reaches the lasing rods swinging through the air below the bomb, precisely aligned for only this moment.

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Forty eight beams of focused X-rays slam into their carefully chosen targets, shattering their reinforced ceramacrete carapaces like pottery.

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The superheated remains of the tamper, riding the blast wave of incandescent air, dust the smashed carcass of the city.

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