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“Jupiter instead cooled down below the threshold for fusion, but it maintained enough heat and mass and pressure to cram atoms very close together, to the point they stop behaving like the atoms we recognize on earth. Inside Jupiter, they enter a limbo of possibility between chemical and nuclear reactions, where planet-sized diamonds and oily hydrogen metal seem plausible.”

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Sam Kean
Sam Kean

Sam Kean is an American science writer known for his engaging narratives on the history of science. He has authored several bestselling books, including 'The Disappearing Spoon,' 'The Violinist's Thumb,' and 'The Ice Age Cave Man.' His works explore topics in physics, biology, chemistry, and medicine, making complex scientific concepts accessible to general readers. Kean's writing style is humorous and insightful, earning him critical acclaim and a wide readership. He also contributes to major publications like The New York Times, The Wall Street Journal, and Scientific American. His books have been translated into over 20 languages, solidifying his reputation as a leading figure in popular science writing. more

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