Welcome to the new piece of kit on the lab block:
Isn’t she lovely?
OK, she is a bit of a prima donna. We had to sacrifice half our gel-running bench to make room for her arrival because she refused to seen hanging out with the microwave. And she arrived with an entourage – that shiny new oxygen cylinder trussed up on her right.
I have to admit that up until yesterday, I wasn’t really sure what plasma even was – aside from the sort of substance that was always mucking up the Warp Core with its constant fluxing on Star Trek. But that’s what this machine is for. Making plasma. How cool is that?
I haven’t seen it in action yet, but I am reliably informed that when she struts her stuff, the little viewing window will fill up with swirling, glowing blue clouds, like some sort of celestial laundromat. I have a firm picture in my mind of what this might look like, and am almost afraid that the reality will be a bit of an anti-climax.