Isotopes of Dubnium - Table

Table

nuclide
symbol
Z(p) N(n)
isotopic mass (u)
half-life decay
mode(s)
daughter
isotope(s)
nuclear
spin
excitation energy
256Db 105 151 256.10813(31)# 1.9(4) s
α (~64%) 252Lr
SF (~0.02%) (various)
β+ (~36%) 256Rf
257Db 105 152 257.10772(24)# 1.53(17) s
α (82%) 253Lr (9/2+)
SF (17%) (various)
β+ (1%) 257Rf
257mDb 100(100)# keV 790(130) ms
(1/2-)
258Db 105 153 258.10923(37)# 4.5(6) s α (64%) 254Lr
β+ (36%) 258Rf
SF (1%) (various)
258mDb 60(100)# keV 20(10) s EC 258Rf
IT (rare) 258Db
259Db 105 154 259.10961(23)# 0.51(16) s α 255Lr
260Db 105 155 260.11130(25)# 1.52(13) s α (88%) 256Lr
SF (9.6%) (various)
β+ (2%) 260Rf
260mDb 19 s
261Db 105 156 261.11206(25)# 1.8(4) s SF (50%) (various)
α (50%) 257Lr
262Db 105 157 262.11408(20)# 35(5) s SF (71%) (various)
α (26%) 258Lr
β+ (3%) 262Rf
263Db 105 158 263.11499(18)# 29(9) s
SF (50%) (various)
α (42%) 259Lr
β+ (8%) 263Rf
266Db 105 161 266.12103(39)# 22 min SF (various)
EC 266Rf
267Db 105 162 267.12238(50)# 73(+350-33) min SF (various)
268Db 105 163 268.12545(57)# 32(+11-7) h SF (various)
EC 268Rf
270Db 105 165 270.13071(77)# 23.15 h SF (various)

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