A friend blew up his lab and put himself and another student in the hospital due to flying glass wounds because they were flooding a glass vessel with gas under too much pressure, and maybe some other complicating details like the glass was made extra brittle by Joule-Thompson cooling.
General note, in industrial processes there are lengthy safety engineering processes undertaken before anything is actually built, but research labs are basically like magic in HPMOR. Deadly dangerous and with few of the proper warning labels.
This applies to engineering labs, too, which sometimes do a better job of teaching the “hubris leading to downfall” trope than some literature departments. Our permanent staff knew everything inside and out, and worked there for decades with little incident. The undergraduates had a semester class to hammer in safety rules, and so my subsequent robot design project only left me with a tiny scar from when I stupidly assumed a rule wouldn’t apply. The graduate students were expected to already know what they were doing, and during my senior year one lost a thumb when that expectation proved false.
A friend blew up his lab and put himself and another student in the hospital due to flying glass wounds because they were flooding a glass vessel with gas under too much pressure, and maybe some other complicating details like the glass was made extra brittle by Joule-Thompson cooling.
General note, in industrial processes there are lengthy safety engineering processes undertaken before anything is actually built, but research labs are basically like magic in HPMOR. Deadly dangerous and with few of the proper warning labels.
This applies to engineering labs, too, which sometimes do a better job of teaching the “hubris leading to downfall” trope than some literature departments. Our permanent staff knew everything inside and out, and worked there for decades with little incident. The undergraduates had a semester class to hammer in safety rules, and so my subsequent robot design project only left me with a tiny scar from when I stupidly assumed a rule wouldn’t apply. The graduate students were expected to already know what they were doing, and during my senior year one lost a thumb when that expectation proved false.