Eleah Gersten takes us on a wild journey...
It was silent, like most days. The sky was a greyish-red glow. Each step I took on the rocky ground produced a puff of dust that surrounded my shoe. Slowly I walked, with only the sound of my steps and breath to accompany me. The sun was beaming a bright yellow-white circle in the sky but the sunshield of my helmet protected my eyes. I felt heavy, tired, yet my suit was built to put no force on my body. The silence was becoming irritating.
“Jack, what’s my status?” Jack is my virtual assistant.
A deep, steady voice sounded in my round glass helmet. “Four hundred yards till your destination. Oxygen level is sixty seven percent. Temperature is negative fifty nine degrees fahrenheit. Time is 13:24. Heart rate is 62.”
“Any new messages Jack?” “No”
“Any new shipments?”
“May I suggest a cheese sandwich, Blaire?”
I wasn't in the mood for a cheese sandwich but I didn't have much of a choice. Ten
minutes later we arrived at the station. I peeled off my suit and turned on some music. Smooth jazz softly sounded throughout the large square room. The room served as my living room, dining room, kitchen, and workstation all the same time. On one side of the room was a door to my bathroom and on the other side was a door to my bedroom.
I walked over to the back wall, opened one of the cabinets labeled food, and grabbed a package with small white letters on it that read “cheese sandwich”. I sat down at the table meant for one in the middle of the room and opened the package. Crunch.
It tasted like airplane food. Bland, could be deemed as expired, yet probably one of the more fancy meals i've had. “This is what you wanted” I had to remind myself in times like these.
I've been here for over 5 months now. Yeah, it's gotten a little lonely now and then but I was trained for it. Plus, I have Jack.
“Excellent suggestion Jack.” I lied.
“Thank you. I thought you might like it.” The room beamed.
“Can you read me some news from earth?”
“Surely. Tristan Jonathan jailed for vandalism, reckless driving, and theft. A death count
of twelve from the tornado that swept across the US. Arthur Reed died, age 113.” “Interesting.” The whirring of the air system patterned on.
“You know what I miss from earth?”
“What’s that Blaire?”
“I miss pizza. Good, old fashioned take out pizza. And my family, of course.”
“I can message the control station to ask for a package of pizza in your next shipment if you'd like?”
“No, its ok. I don’t think they’d allow it anyways. I’m getting bored of the music, do you have any suggestions?”
“What type of music are you looking for?” “Let's spice it up. How about... rock?” “May I suggest Tom Stur?”
“That sounds perfect”
Drums boomed as a guitar ringed. I stood up, mumbling the lyrics to myself, and dropped my empty package into the trash can.
I lay in my bed staring at the blank white ceiling as thoughts raced through my mind. Tom Stur continued to echo.
“Jack?” The music turned down till it was a faint whisper.
“Yes?” The low voice replied.
“Do you think i'll die here?”
“Based on your mission, there is a forty three percent chance you will die on Mars.” “Yes, I know that. I was made sure of that long before I accepted this mission. I guess
what I’m asking is; do you think I'll die here, alone?”
“The control station on earth is working on sending three more astronauts to Mars soon.
You were sent here early for your countries honor.”
“I know all of this Jack. Tell me what you think, not what you know.”
“Ok Blaire. You have me, and all your friends on earth as well, which means you’re
“That’s sweet Jack. That made me feel a lot better.” My eyelids grew heavy and my
breaths became a shallow rhythm.
The next morning was the same as any. Airplane food, collect data, music and Jack. I
got back to the station at 6:54 and pulled out a package labeled “pasta” for dinner. After heating the package and sitting down I started to talk to Jack.
“Any news from the Control Station?”
“They are very busy getting the new recruits ready, but they sent you a message one hour ago.”
“Read it to me please.”
“Control station message 126. Keep up the good work Blaire.”
“They don't even care about me, do they? I'm just their little political pawn. I'm sick of it.” “You are on a crucial mission to research the hidden data of Mars.”
“Crucial mission? Crucial mission?! If It's such a crucial mission then why am I here
alone?!” I shouted, unaware of my sudden emotions.
“I’m not sure how to answer that.”
“Of course. You're not even real. Why do I bother with you anyways?”
“That’s not very nice, Blaire. I’m programmed to imitate human feelings and reactions. I
was manufactured for the purpose of providing you with comfort.”
I was hurt by this. It's true, he was my only friend and I had just ruined that. I hope he
isn't mad at me. I hope he can forgive me. “I- I’m sorry Jack.” “It’s ok Blaire. I know you-”
Jacks voice cut off and faded to silence as all the lights switched off. Suddenly, not a sound could be heard and the entire station was pitch black.
“Jack?” My heart began to speed up.
“Jack are you there?!” Silence.
I stood up and stumbled my way to the far right corner of the room. I held my hands out
in front of me and closed my eyes, trying to imagine what was there. I felt around. The distress
phone, no. The emergency pod, no. The diagnostics run, no. Finally my hands came over a small screen embedded in the wall.
As I taped the screen, my face became alight. I squinted my eyes and turned my face away, not expecting the sudden bright light.
The only possible explanation for this was a power outage. On earth, I was trained for moments like these. Stay calm and run through the steps.
As I tapped and typed on the device, the darkness seemed to get closer and closer. Fear lurked in the air. I paused for a second; pure silence filled my ears and sank to the bottom of my stomach, from which butterflies emerged.
I need Jack, I thought. Do this for Jack. So, I ignored fear. Silence. Darkness. Loneliness. I got back to work.
10 minutes later, I took a deep breath and pressed one last button. A rumble sounded throughout the room and lights slowly faded into full power. I ran to the main control table in the center of the room and checked the stations status. Everything was running smoothly, which means Jack should be back online.
“Jack? Are you there?”
The room beeped and flickered as systems started up.
“It seems there's been a power outage. Would you like me to run a diagnostics run?” “Jack! Oh Jack I missed you! I’m so glad you’re ok! No need for the diagnostics run, I’ve
checked everything already. “ Relief swam through my body.
“Good to hear. I’ve just received a message from the control station. Would you like me
to read it?”
“Let’s save it for dinner. I’m going to check on the lab work for now.”
In the lab room, all I could think about was Jack. If I had lost him what would happen?
Would I go crazy?
In school, I hated the kids. I had no friends because I wanted to be alone. I was content
with the acquaintance of my sub conscience. But after the power outage, i've never felt more alone. Why now do I suddenly feel an urge for companionship? I've done everything by myself my entire life. Could it be that the first time i've gained friendship, was the first time I gained a sense of loneliness?
“It's getting la- late Blaire, may I suggest a br- break to eat dinner?”
That's weird, he usually doesn't have malfunctions in his speech.
Anyways, hours of thinking can feel like just one minute sometimes. I left the lab room, picked out a food package, turned some music on, and sat down. “That power outage was quite the event wasn't it Jack?” I waited for Jack to say something but instead a monotone female voice answered.
“Error message 259. Control system 3 has malfunctioned. Permission to eject from station?”
That was Jack's system. Had our software been hacked? Or maybe it was a virus somehow? Either way there was no way I was ejecting him. I could fix the malfunction, easy. I’d just need to fix it from the main components, which meant going outside. “Permission denied.”
It was completely against protocol to go outside when not needed. Wasting oxygen and putting myself in danger is no match to saving my virtual assistant. But it was Jack. So, I put on
my suit and started to recall my training as I opened the giant air lock door with the push of a button. The door slammed shut behind me as I stepped into the dusty air. “Jack I need-” I stopped myself.
I looked around for a while till I found them, on the right wall of the station only about 100 yards away. Each stride I took toward the wall of boxes was in slow motion. Within seconds I was at the control systems, facing multiple rectangles all of different sizes, along the wall of the station. Each was labeled with a different number. On the third row up, only foot shorter than myself, was a rectangle with a large, fading, white 3 in the center. I opened the box up and began to search for the source of the malfunction. My breath echoed in my helmet.
I’d found it, and it was as simple and I thought it was going to be. Just needed a clean and rewiring. Itd take a couple minutes, but I had the oxygen for it.
I glanced at my watch and bright green numbers lit up reading 3:13. I started with cleaning. Dust had seeped through cracks, making the control system acquire a reddish tint. I took everything apart and one by one, grabbing a cloth from the belt on my waist, gave each little component a good scrub until it looked brand new. I had to make sure everything was perfect. If this didn't work, Id lose Jack forever. I didn't have enough oxygen to do whatever I wanted. The oxygen I had left was strictly for research purposes only.
I put everything back together and double checked I haven't missed anything. Jacks control system was shining brightly; the sun reflected off it, making me squint my eyes. I raised my watch to check the time but my heart stopped. The numbers seemed to be bigger, ablaze with green and screaming at me, echoing in my head, telling me to hurry because time was out. The clock had ran too fast. It was 4:49. My oxygen must almost be at 5% by now. Without Jack reminding me of my oxygen levels, or the time, I forgot to even check it myself. I didn't have time to think. I needed to rewire Jack.
Grabbing the red wire in the control box with my left hand, I reached down to the left side of my belt with my right hand, gripping my pliers and swifty pulled them off of my belt. But I had moved too fast. I wasn't thinking. No, I was thinking, but only of Jack. How could I have been so stupid? What happened to all my physical training? All my mental training? Didn't I perfect my hand-eye coordination? There was no use in asking questions. My eyes darted to my left hand. On my forearm was a large gash in my spacesuit. I felt the oxygen slipping away.
I had enough to run back to the base. I could make it, but Jack wouldn't. I couldn't leave him.
I tightened my hold on the pliers and carefully started to cut. I felt exhausted, light headed, still I carried on. I grabbed the spare wire from my belt and started to connect it to the control system. My movements were slower. Stars began to appear in my vision, specks of light flashing blue and purple. I was weak, but nearly there. My fingers vigorously moved, not from thinking but rather from memory of my training. Only one wire left, all I needed to do was connect the end to-
My vision went black. My body went numb. The pliers slowly fell out of my unraveling hand. I felt myself crash to the rocky surface, the last of the air in my lungs wheezing out of me until I was completely deflated, alone.
Be generous this Xmas: donate your old laptop, tablet or smartphone to our students in Tanzania and ask your relatives and friends to do the same.
This is to help the students of state primary schools in Moshi to improve their learning.
You can leave them at the school reception. Deadline: January 31st, 2019.
Don’t forget to include the charger!
Thank you in advance,
Soyez généreux à Noël: donnez vos vieux laptop, smartphones ou tablettes aux éleves de nos écoles en Tanzanie et demandez à votre entourage de faire de même.
Vous pouvez les laisser à la récéption de l'école jusqu'au 31 janvier 2019.
Votre don est précieux pour améliorer les conditions d’apprentissage des étudiants des écoles primaires de l’état à Moshi
N’oubliez pas d’inclure le chargeur !
Eleah Gersten explores a moment of hope in a difficult reality
A faint sharp pop sounded. Everyone's head perked up from their work. Another pop, but this time it was closer. A screech was heard off in the distance as more heads turned and questions began to arise. The mumble in the classroom was silenced by another pop.
Suddenly, the wooden classroom door swung open and students rushed in with panicked looks. A teacher followed while muttering in a quick voice, “get under the tables, hide.” Eyes widened before students ducked under tables, curling into a ball and pulling out phones to message parents. The door was locked with a click. The classroom became dark, only a ray of light flooded in from the hallway to illuminate petrified faces.
Thumps from scurrying children were overmasked by the unpredictable sounds of cracks and screeches. With each shot, students flinched. With each scream, eyes clenched shut. Each pop became closer and closer, till the walls began to shake. The bitter, pungent, metallic sulphur produced a putrid air. Sirens began to blare from outside, but the deafening cracks did not cease.
Nor did the roar of sound distract the students from their fear. As if they were statues, they remained still, only their tense muscles trembling. Breathes became short gasps, eyes darted in search of danger. Tears rolled down faces while kids looked up to the sky, mouthing a prayer for safety.
Only faint sniffles and stuttering whispers to family members on the phone were heard. The light from the hallway reduced and the room darkened. A silhouette came into view, peering into the classroom through the window. His badge reflected in the light as he stepped back and kicked the door open, relief and hope flooding into the classroom.
Grade 11 Honors students were asked to write a continuation of one of the stories that they've been studying.
Here are the excellent submissions from Jose Ramon Gonzalez and Jasmine Granberg-Cauchi. Jose's follows Jasmyne's in this article...
Thanks to Mr Friend for submitting on their behalves!
by Jasmyne Granberg-Cauchi
nothing was about to get into his way. All the members of the platoon were confused, but he spoke to no one, he just kept walking out, the Greenies even tried to ask him what was wrong, in their demeaning way, but still concerned. It was like the guy was sleepwalking, everyone was going right over his head.
Well he was going to see her, Marie Anne Bell herself.
'What Happened to Mary Jane?
by Jose Ramon Gonzalez
At night we saw nothing, but sensed everything around us. We knew that there was never anything since it was always us who got the jump on those pigs, however, tonight was different. We all knew there was someone or something watching we felt a piercing stare. We felt the wind on the backs of our necks as if something were moving around us. “There’s something out there” whispered Duc. We couldn't see him but we all knew he was trembling from the rustling leaves he shook at his feet. We were being mocked laughed at, but we weren’t being hunted rather observed. Whatever this entity was it wasn’t here to kill if it were we would already be dead. We didn’t reach our objective that night. We all sat in a circle waiting, looking for a giggling ghost.
That next morning we headed to the new attack spot this time we decided to go early through the tunnels. Neither Dao or myself wanted to take the tunnels they were small and cramped, but they made Duc feel safe and shut him up. However, they only took us part of the way since the spot was in enemy territory. When we left the tunnels it was already dusk. Dao immediately said, “Do you think we’ll see it again?” Duc with a quiver in his voice said, “I hope not…”. We walked for about an hour and the sun was setting when Duc shouted “Its the ghost! The shadows they’re moving!”
Dao and I looked back we didn't see a person we saw a dark shape with shining emerald eyes. We blinked and it was gone we just heard laughter all around us. Dao and I went to the area where the ghost was there were no footprints nothing just dried flakes of dirt. Duc was on the floor shouting cursing. Dao and I looked at each other with two very different looks. I was petrified he, on the other hand, was massively intrigued. We both ran grabbed Duc and booked it out of there. After an hour Duc was still shaking, Dao was vigilant, however, not out of fear but out of curiosity.
We blinked and it was gone we just heard laughter all around us.
"On the 4th of October there was an event with quizzes for kids in the last year of Primary School and Middle School. It was a special day devoted to celebrating language diversity in our school.
Many High School students helped and served international dishes to the children and showed them the posters of important facts from several countries.
The day was celebrated in cheer, happiness, good food and internationalism."
- Mak Fazlic
"I discovered how many languages were taught and spoken in CDL. This was very new to me as it wasn’t done in my old school.
I enjoyed it because I figured out the different types of culture and traditions.
The food was quite colorful and the books were filled with detailed information on the way things are done in different countries."
- Naimat Yusuf
by Yannick Bruderlein
AN EMBARRASSING MOMEMT
MY NAME IS YANNICK BRUDERLEIN. I HAVE NOT BEEN TO THE BARBER SHOP FOR AT LEAST 6 MONTHS, THUS MY HAIR HAS GROWN LONG. I LIKE IT LIKE THAT.
HERE IS A STORY In WHICH I PLAY THE ROLE AS MAIN CHARACTER.
This summer, me myself and I learnt that doing an all-night trip going from New York central station to Montreal isn’t the best idea when you’re wearing a t-shirt and a pair of thin cotton Nike shorts because of the Martian like temperature going below zero for no apparent reason. I luckily had a beach towel to cover over myself.
Suddenly the rumblings of the Greyhound bus woke me up to the far sight of the twinkling lights of the still asleep city of Montréal
Arrived in Montréal at 4:21am, In a second I was outside the bus on the sidewalk, but first I had to congratulate the driver for his special skill of not falling asleep while driving.
Since it was 4:55 the metros/subways where still closed and I needed to find a way to go about getting myself to my brother’s apartment, without waking up the hole city
Since the taxi was the only option in those days, I took one. One black van with a bright yellow electric sign saying taxi.
I got in told him the addressee and he started to drive. At around mid-way him and I were already in a deep conversation about the many cultures surrounding Montreal, and how it could well infact do a positive impact on the local economy. I discreetly announced that I was learning Russian, he asked with great enthusiasm “oh why?”. I responded by saying that I liked the culture and it could be perhaps beneficial for my not so distant future. With a smile, I also announced that I also liked Russian women. Now, let’s please keep in note that this was around 5 am.
He abruptly stopped at the red light, turned the drivers light, tuned around looked at me interested but concerned way, and said, “you like women?!”. At first I grind at him in confusion and said “uh yeah... I mean, I think so”. In a lite aggressive tone, he burst out and said, “but you are a young woman!”. This followed by me explaining that I was a long-haired teen boy with no visible beard yet. It all ended well with laughs and I arrived safely at my brother’s house.
Since my brother and his wife were both peacefully sound asleep, in order for me not to spend the short night outside, I had to knock quite hard on their door, which awakened most of Montréal before there alarm.
by Alessandra Jones
She is, she is, she is
She is strong
She is light
She is beautiful, she is wise
She is, she is, she is
She is mother
She is partner
She is future
She is past
She is, she is, she is
She is tender
She is warm
She is fragile
She will make us who we are
For his IBCP Sustainability group, Mr. Corbin asked students to write an article for 'The Economist' evaluating the role of GDP/ GNI as a measure of a county's success
and recommending alternative indicators which might be more sustainable.
What do you think?
We encourage Econ/ Geo/ Business/ Sustainability classes to discuss these ideas in their classes and respond to them in the comment section below!
By Greta ADRIAN
Model of Economics
We are currently ruled by the neoclassical/classical model of economics,
where the prosperity of an economy is measured as the economic growth of a
country. Meanwhile an environmental/ecological model of economics
focuses on nature and how it cannot grow infinitely. It acknowledges this and
therefore works by keeping the economy working at a stable economic level.
Our current model is flawed as it believes economic growth can continue
forever. Thanks to research we have been able to see that this is not true and
we are starting to deplete the amount of resources we have come to depend
on to live.
The classical model is a “macroeconomics” concept, founded by Adam
Smith, who is known as the father of modern economics. This concept is
where the economy is viewed as a whole, instead of the behavior of
individuals, firms, or markets. Meanwhile the neoclassical model is
“microeconomics”, focused on individual markets within an economy. Both
these models have one thing is common; they believe prosperity is achieved
through economic growth and believe it can continue forever. Supporters of
the neoclassical model think that when resources run out, incentives for
technological change will save the day. This is related to the Boserup theory,
which believes humans will never run out of resources as we will always find
other means of sustaining ourselves. The neoclassical model additionally aligns with technocentricism. This is a value systems which has complete
faith in technology, firmly believing humans have control over nature.
These models cannot be disregarded as completely useless, as they have
been working for the past few hundred years. Economic growth has helped
increase the prosperity of economies when they needed help. The issue is
that because of economic growth, our need for resources has increased
drastically which has created a deficit in resources.
On the other hand, environmental economics is a subset of the
neoclassical model. This model considers services from nature like flood
prevention, water filtration, pollination, etc. and assigns it a monetary value.
These figures are then incorporated into the market. This helps pose the
question “Can we afford not to conserve and protect the natural world?”.
The ecological model sees macroeconomics as a subsystem within the
biosphere which it depends on, therefore does not treat nature as a type of
waste disposal facility. It is now more relevant in a heavily populated world,
7.3 billion in 2018, since there are no longer limitless discoveries and
resources. This model acknowledges that indefinite growth is impossible and
so aims to keep the economy at a ‘steady state equilibrium’.
The current method of measuring a country’s prosperity, GDP, is also
flawed as it does not take into account wellbeing, only calculates a country’s
economic activity. An example of the problem with GDP is Alaska, who
suffered a massive oil spill in 1989. Yet the GDP increased, due to work effort
needed to fix the disaster. Should our environment really have to suffer to
keep our economy’s prosperity?
It could be replaced by Index of Sustainable Economic Welfare (ISEW) or
the Genuine Progress Indicator (GPI).
These methods incorporate well being of people to calculate how well a country is doing.
To conclude, our economic
model is clearly flawed, and will
not be able to continue to provide for future generations. The
environmental/ecological models clearly are a good alternative, which will
allow economies to continue without having to later suffer the consequences.
By Komron ARIPOV
Hackathon: an event, typically lasting several days, in which a large number of people meet to engage in collaborative computer programming.
Since the start of 9th grade, I was interested to learn more about Machine Learning and Artificial Intelligence. The articles written on this website were not only articles, but also an initiative I’ve taken to learn more about this field. As it happened, Python, the programming language of my choice, has an enormous community of users interested in this exact same field.
So in an adventure to learn something I couldn’t find courses for at CDL, nor any institution nearby (or so I thought), my eyes have turned towards Massive Open Online Courses (MOOCs). While they offered very good material, they were best suited for the more older students who had a strong background in statistics, calculus and linear algebra. The thought of having to also learn all of the previously mentioned mathematics sounded interesting, yet would take the effort I never had.
That is until I stumbled upon courses offered by the EPFL Extension School, owned by the Swiss Federal Institute of Technology. The courses were opened for people from any age group to sign up, and the platform allowed the ability to talk to teachers when dealing with a problem and still be have most of the material online. It was also self-paced, and very flexible, so I sent them an email showing my interest in the course.
After about a week, I got a reply from Laura Downhower, the executive director of the EPFL Extension School, inviting me to join them at an SRG hosted hackathon with a topic: “Media and Artificial Intelligence”. I was thrilled! The absences board gave the permission to be absent from school for two days, and the ticket was sitting in my backpack.
So, on a Thursday morning, when a snowstorm hit Geneva, I came 20 minutes late to the event, but still made it on time as others were even more late. There were croissants and drinks, while everyone in the room were introducing themselves. At that point, I was more than sure that I was the youngest participant and gave the room a quick glance to find the Extension School. They were sitting at one table, to which I walked and introduced myself.
At 10:00 the ideas for projects were pitched by a couple of volunteers and half an hour was given so others join the people with the pitches to form teams. Unsurprisingly, I joined the team with two teachers from the Extension School who taught Applied Machine Learning. The rest of the afternoon was spent working on our pitch: “Understanding Switzerland through its news”. We toyed around with the SRG database of news articles and videos, and found some very interesting patterns and structures.
The next morning, on 2nd of March we finished off with a machine learning algorithm and made nice graphs of the data that we explored. We were the first team to present our idea in Geneva, following a transmission of the same exact event from Zurich.
Sadly, our team didn’t win, but the experience, the people I’ve met and the knowledge I’ve gained will forever stay with me.
By Mohammad Ali
Prior to introducing the teams’ new sidepod designs and improvements, it is important to touch upon the concept of a sidepod and the benefits it brings to F1 cars.
Sidepods bring numerous advantages to a F1 racer. Firstly, it acts as a safety measure, housing major crash structures to protect the drivers in the case of a side impact. Secondly, sidepods can provide aerodynamic advantages by channeling the air onto the floor to produce more downforce, an example of this was on Ferrari’s 2017 iteration the SF-70H, when its bizarre sidepod design caused much discussion in the paddock; it was thought that their design optimised the aerodynamic efficiency of the car. Lastly, and perhaps the most obvious reason is the cooling capacity which accompany the sidepods themselves. Inside the sidepods are radiators to provide cooling for the engine, and more recently intercoolers have been positioned there as well to provide cooling for the turbochargers. In recent years, the size of sidepods has grown significantly. This has been due to the introduction of turbocharged F1 engines, that need intercoolers to keep them cool, which are housed within the sidepods. In recent years, there has a been a greater concentration by the teams on the cars’ aerodynamic ability, rather than only creating the fastest engine. The heightened attention to aerodynamic efficiency could also explain the increased size of the sidepod.
For the new 2018 season, Formula 1 teams have focused their energy on improving the sidepod design. More lenient regulations on bodywork design and structure has lead to very innovative concepts; this was highlighted on the SF-70H in the 2017 season. This time round, the other F1 teams have followed suit. At its core, only two concepts exist, Red Bull, Haas, Sauber, Williams, and Renault all took a leaf out of Ferrari’s book, separating the side impact structure, and the sidepod, positioning the impact structure ahead of the sidepod. This design, allows for the disrupted air flowing from the front wheels a greater distance to re-laminate onto the side of the car’s body for greater aerodynamic performance. This concept was exhibited by Ferrari in the 2017 season and is now being used by most of the paddock. However, there is another approach to achieve similar results, which has been displayed by Mercedes, and for the 2018 season, McLaren have also adopted this concept. Both Mercedes and McLaren have moved the position of the front axle away from the sidepod, essentially increasing the racers’ wheelbase. In the end though, these two philosophies bring the same results for the same reason, greater aerodynamic efficiency by giving the turbulent air more time to laminate itself, by increasing the distance it has to travel to sidepod.
Amongst the teams, there are great variations between the radiator inlets: their position, shape, and size. The positioning of the radiator inlets is the most important. If the inlets have a high position, this allows for a steeper undercut to the lower section of the sidepod. A car with this setup creates a low pressure at the bottom which the air races to fill, hence increasing the air speed at the bottom of the sidepods, and down the side of the car, towards the aerodynamic components at the back of the car, thus generating more downforce. However, there are downsides to this system. Positioning the radiator inlets so high means that the car’s bodywork is also raised, and this increases the car’s centre of gravity, placing extra load on the tyres when cornering. Yet, all F1 teams have opted for this system this season, with Mercedes switching from the low radiator inlet mounting position from the 2017 season in favor of this one for the 2018 season, so the positives must outweigh the negatives. With the first race of the season just around the corner, we will find out soon.
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