The latrine
suffered heavily after closure as shown here. Another favorite target of
smashing was porcelain fixtures. The silo gnomes were not pleased...
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A
sad end to the Fortress of Solitude.
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As
it was expected that during an all-out war there could be some 'rock
n' roll' subjected upon the Titans which could potentially unsettle
and unnerve the crew and facilities, everything-- and I mean
EVERYTHING was (eventually*) installed
with shock mounting and/or rattle space. Typically, any given
pipe, conduit, tank, fixture, what-have-you was mandated to have
between 6 inches and 1 foot of space to move in the event of any
seismic undulations, and anything mounted to the floor or other
surface had its very own suspension system. The crapper was no
exception...
*
Massive modification programs were implemented after turnover of the
sites to allow more movement, more shock suppression, and more
flexibility in the systems and equipment at the sites. These 'mods'
went on nearly until the closing of the sites!
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A
pre-smashed head. This is a bona-fide shock-mounted toilet.
No foolin'.
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It
would be just my luck to be on the john when Armageddon comes calling.
Fortunately, I need not worry:
Don't be caught off guard by the
Apocalypse! Don't suffer the heartbreak of splash-back
and "unscheduled
dismounts"
caused by extreme seismic
upsets! Ride
it out in style on one of these babies!
That's right folks, this
sucker's shock mounted so you can sit in comfort with piece of mind
that if The End comes calling while you're "in disposed",
your end will remain safely (and comfortably) seated on your patented "Blast-Master"™
head!
In
this underground environment, the old plumber's adage, "Sh*t
don't run uphill", does not apply. Here sh*t, must
run uphill or the crew will be in deep sh-- well, you know. Through the wonders of technology, this seemingly
irrevocable law of nature is subverted to keep the Titan sites from
meeting a most unpleasant end as a giant cesspit. Thanks to sump
pumps and lift stations, the offending effluent is thusly ejected to
the sewage stabilization pond on the surface where it presents little
more than a golfing hazard.
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The
cafeteria was well appointed-- especially when the brass (or the press)
were visiting. There's A1C Brannon again getting some chow.
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A
large portion-- if not all of the Control Center was a designated smoking
area (as seen above). This provided a respite from the
mind-numbing tedium of spending all day underground, or the
white-knuckle terror of impending doom or interminable standboard
inspections. Manning the "doomsday device" was
undoubtedly stressful so smoking appears to have been practically a
requisite. Even the launch console had an ashtray built right
in!
Outside the Control Center
there existed a plethora of highly reactive substances which when combined
with open flame create an environment inconsistent with life.
Smoking, say, in the propellant terminal, was openly discouraged.
Let's head
upstairs already...
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Inside
the stairwell there are these large service drops which have acted as
inroads for water. Note the 1' of rattle space between the upper
and lower levels.
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Next
we'll get a look at the Complex Operations room-- the central nervous
system of the Titan complex.
Control
Center Cont.
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