Death from aboveMature

In the early 19th century an eight story building was considered as being a skyscraper. The world’s tallest structure is the 2,723 foot tall Burj Khalifa sky scraper in Dubai. At the moment Ryan began his fall, the definition of an acceptable skyscraper had expanded to any building of over five-hundred feet high. On average, a single “story” of a building was twelve feet high. At the moment Ryan began his fall, a sky scraper was defined at about forty-three stories high; or about five-hundred and sixteen feet. 

One brief second after Ryan left the balcony, his swollen red eyes had air rushing into them. His rate of accelerated descent increased to thirty-two feet per second, per second. He was configured to process that on any planetary body, for every one second he fell, his velocity would increase by the amount equal to the pull of gravity on that planet. On this planet, dependent upon how he configured his body shape; he would reach a terminal velocity of approximately 120 mph within ten seconds. If he extended his limbs his rate of descent would slow due to air resistance. If he curled into a ball, he would fall at a higher velocity. Terminal velocity is the point that the force due to air resistance equals to your weight so that you no longer gain acceleration and your falling velocity remains constant.   

His multi-parallel microscale plasma coplanar processor determined that it had less than two seconds before the frame he currently occupied would impact the solid surface below, known on this planet as “the ground” or “earth” or “the sidewalk below”. It had instantaneously calculated what would occur when his frame; being in motion - stopped too soon. 

The greyish brown stone of the school swept by Ryan as he plummeted downward and he was so close to the wall that he could reach out and touch it. Gazing and then focusing upward, Ryan made out the form of Charlie Campbell, the student who had spotted him on the railing above. Charlie was hung over the railing, his arm extended outward, eyes wide and mouth agape as he watched the crazy person fall to a sure and untimely death below. Ryan read his lips and discerned a long moan of “Oh my God!” escaping from his throat.  

A nano-second later Ryan’s Cyberdyne titanium arm, capable of holding nearly six-hundred pounds by itself and extending some sixty-one inches from his frame, shot outward and clasped one of the steel bars making up the scaffolding being used to refurbish portions of the school. This caused the entire scaffold to creak and moan as his 200 pounds suddenly ceased it’s downward movement and began swinging wildly sideways.  

His DLR hand, with five articulated fingers powered by a web of 38 tendons, each connected to an individual motor on the forearm, was able to control its stiffness. The motors had the ability to tension the tendons, allowing the hand to absorb violent shocks. Using the extreme non-human flexion and extension built into the wrist, Ryan easily swung himself in an arc and then upward onto the scaffolding's flooring which consisted of three parallell rows of two by six planks. He then jumped quickly from it to the balcony next to it.  

Ryan came to a sudden halt on the balcony. which wobbled slightly as he landed on it. Opening and going through the sliding glass door, he found himself in one of the large science classrooms on the second floor. It was empty except for Prof. Michael Milland who taught and conducted science at the university.  Professor Milland was bending over a table, closely watching a green tinted laser. He had on a white lab coat and red-orange glasses protecting his eyes from harm should the laser have any issue.

With one leap, Ryan cleared the distance between the balcony door and the good doctor, who by now was reeling backward, nearly stumbling off his feet. The green laser beam cocked immediately upward forty-five degrees and began piercing a burn line in one of the white ceiling tiles above the table.

The End

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