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"No. That's what the temperature adjustment was for. I took a steady headwind allowance for the calculation. See? You got children blowing off the mountain? Unless you are on Jupiter, there is no wind that could blow that much chlorine away." Marcus was lost again, eyes screwed up, then closed, then screwed up again then closed, until the deep grunting moan crossed his lips, "Unless,.." Marcus's more recent and worldly education was creeping in. "Unless what?" "Unless, it ain't chlorine. Watered down with something?" "Gad! No! That would be a bomb! Anyway, the residuals would not look this way. But you may be right, something else may be deactivating it, something organic, AFTER it is in the water. Are all the kids pissing in the water?" "No. Well the little ones, probably. We allowed for that in the original organics deduction scale. Didn't we. Wouldn't it have to be a monumental piss fest?" "Oh yeah. Right." A long pause ended with, "Do you get anything unusual in your filters?" "That's it! We use diatomaceous earth. Bags of it. We use it like firemen use water." "No good. That's silicon. Zero effect, practically. But why do you use so much silicon, that's supposed to be a once only pore restricter - no? It isn't consumed." "Oh yes it is. It gets full of the goo that continually plugs up the filter sheets. We get loads of goo and, come to think about it, rocks in the filters." "ROCKS? ROCKS? Excuse me. Did you say rocks? When were you going to tell me that your supposed closed water system had rocks wandering in?" Henry held his arms wide.