Thanks to shatterproof polycarbonate lenses, Mr. Henry Bemis can read without worry. He finally has time enough at last… in the Twilight Zone.
And an awful lot of lenses are anymore.
Polycarbonate takes a heck of a licking and keeps on ticking. I worked in a place that made polycarbonate safety glasses once, and we had a gun to test their resistance to impact. We literally fired a bullet at the lens (using air pressure, not ballistic powder, but still…) and it never succeeded in penetrating.
Of course, as I’ve pointed out before, Mr. Bemis isn’t really screwed. He can easily make himself a pair of pinhole glasses (or a pinhole monocle, if he’s even that limited) out of any of a host of materials, and still be able to read.
“General Short, our nuclear submarines using satillite reconnaissance have tracked a large Japanese carrier force approaching Hawaiian waters, do you want us to engage?”
“Mr. Hitler, our spy planes have detected American and British forces massing on the shores opposite of Normandy not by the Pas-de-Calais should we redeploy?”
“Jesus we intercepted Roman communications that your fellow Jews are trying to make a deal to give you up to them, should we put you in protective custody?”
I read the review of this book on Amazon, It’s a cookbook.
Since reading was so important to him it’s a good thing he got LASIK before the bombs fell.