Smoke on the water...

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Each time I see my cells generating very tiny bubbles or gas in the module or container... the song 'Smoke on the water' by Deep Purple plays in my mind.

Flashes of the purple bug doing donuts, 180's and screaming tyres pass like a visiting ghost. And the strong bubbling of HHO gases enters as the fading visions go.

Little is known about HHO or Oxyhydrogen or Hydroxy...

Public knowledge suggests that we cannot extract Hydrogen without introducing high electrical current or voltage into our electrolysis chamber. What we don't know, is that Hydrogen gas is already extracted even with low current electricity... and that Hydrogen gas even with Oxygen and even under little amount - can be utilized to enhance and enrich the combustion of our internal combustion engines.

This means that a small amount of HHO under pressure or compression is potential power.

We are harnessing only this potential power as needed. The HHO modules I made at home are not impressive looking right now, but contrary to industry practice. What is inside is more important.

To some extent... HHO experimenters are considered fools more than a decade ago. Bringing back to mind this deep purple song. Here's the lyrics to this song - sing along with the video, reflect on it, use your imagination up to where HHO will bring you... simply enjoy it. I leave the rest to your imagination and interpretation.

SMOKE ON WATER

We all came out to Montreux
On the lake Geneva shoreline
To make records with a mobile
We didnt have much time
Frank Zappa and the mothers
Were at the best place around
But some stupid with a flare gun
Burned the place to the ground
Smoke on the water, fire in the sky

They burned down the gambling house
It died with an awful sound
Funky claude was running in and out
Pulling kids out the ground
When it all was over
We had to find another place
But swiss time was running out
It seemed that we would lose the race
Smoke on the water, fire in the sky

We ended up at the grand hotel
It was empty cold and bare
But with the rolling truck stones thing just outside
Making our music there
With a few red lights and a few old beds
We make a place to sweat
No matter what we get out of this
I know well never forget
Smoke on the water, fire in the sky