| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from U. S. Project Trinity Report by Carl Maag and Steve Rohrer: United States sought a source of uranium to use in determining the
feasibility of a nuclear chain reaction. After Germany occupied
Belgium in May 1940, the Belgians turned over uranium ore from their
holdings in the Belgian Congo to the United States. Then, in March
1941, the element plutonium was isolated, and the plutonium-239
isotope was found to fission as readily as the scarce uranium isotope,
uranium-235. The plutonium, produced in a uranium-fueled nuclear
reactor, provided the United States with an additional source of
material for nuclear weapons (7; 12).
In the summer of 1941, the British Government published a report
written by the Committee for Military Application of Uranium
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from St. Ives by Robert Louis Stevenson: time gone from my companions, I was still at no great distance,
when a miserable accident put a period to the escape. Of a sudden
the night was divided by a scream. This was followed by the sound
of something falling, and that again by the report of a musket from
the Castle battlements. It was strange to hear the alarm spread
through the city. In the fortress drums were beat and a bell rung
backward. On all hands the watchmen sprang their rattles. Even in
that limbo or no-man's-land where I was wandering, lights were made
in the houses; sashes were flung up; I could hear neighbouring
families converse from window to window, and at length I was
challenged myself.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Sarrasine by Honore de Balzac: succeeded by a convulsive little cough like a child's, of a peculiar
resonance. At that sound, Marianina, Filippo, and Madame de Lanty
looked toward us, and their glances were like lightning flashes. The
young woman wished that she were at the bottom of the Seine. She took
my arm and pulled me away toward a boudoir. Everybody, men and women,
made room for us to pass. Having reached the further end of the suite
of reception-rooms, we entered a small semi-circular cabinet. My
companion threw herself on a divan, breathing fast with terror, not
knowing where she was.
"You are mad, madame," I said to her.
"But," she rejoined, after a moment's silence, during which I gazed at
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