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Expert Judgement on Markers to Deter Inadvertent Human Intrusion into the Waste Isolation Pilot Plant



* This place is a message... and part of a system of messages... pay attention to it!

* Sending this message was important to us. We considered ourselves to be a powerful culture.

* This place is not a place of honor...no highly esteemed deed is commemorated here... nothing valued is here.

* What is here is dangerous and repulsive to us. This message is a warning about danger.

* The danger is in a particular location... it increases toward a center... the center of danger is here... of a particular size and shape, and below us.

* The danger is still present, in your time, as it was in ours.

* The danger is to the body, and it can kill.

* The form of the danger is an emanation of energy.

* The danger is unleashed only if you substantially disturb this place physically. This place is best shunned and left uninhabited.
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fallslikesnow said…
Thanks for the kind words.
Sadly I didn't write the words here.
They were written to be inscribed somewhere on the site as a warning.
Hope you keep reading nonetheless!
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