in 2048, when the meteorites hit, the main reading room was directly in the path of a chunk of red hot interstellar ore. Stepping gingerly through the wreckage, contemporaries were still able to find their accustomed reference materials, none the worse for a bit of irradiation. Indeed, some volumes even now harbour traces of rare earths deposited at the time of the catclysm.
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