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chapter 44 excerpt titled

“Isaiah Jones vs the Sea (A 21st Century Odyssey)

Tainted Love: How Do You Want to Die

‘The Rowing Song’

Round the world and home again

That’s the sailor’s way

Faster faster, faster faster

There’s no earthly way of knowing

Which direction we are going

There’s no knowing where we’re rowing

Or which way the river’s flowing

Is it raining, is it snowing

Is a hurricane a–blowing

Not a speck of light is showing

So the danger must be growing

Are the fires of Hell a–glowing

Is the grisly reaper mowing

Yes, the danger must be growing

For the rowers keep on rowing

And they’re certainly not showing

Any signs that they are slowing!

Stop the boat.”

-Will E. Wonka

Twilight as Sybil dances with the children in the garden after dinner, twirling slowly, her head tossed back as she sings to the night sky, spinning faster as their laughter fills the air. Milo and Miko are both holding on to her hands as their bodies sail around her, they feel as if they are flying as she holds them on extended arms while she sings the nursery rhyme.

Sumiko reclines with Isaiah on a lounge chair as Eiichi Tarō sits nearby on a wicker chair looking on, puffing on the cigar his brow furrowing as he listened. Isaiah listened observing them playing as he spoke. My father sang the rowing poem to Emily and me all the time when we were children, it was her favorite poem. He would swing the two of us around on his arms in the same way Sybil is doing now.

What do you think it means? Sumiko asks tentatively.

I have no idea, I know she’s not Emily, but she does these sorts of thing constantly. He shrugged, as Sumiko hugged him nuzzling her nose on his chest her afro tickling his nose as she intended. It’s still a mystery of her programing. I know this is science, not some spiritualist bs. But the science used by the ai to do what she does is beyond my understanding at the moment. I think that it is beyond any purely biological non-cybernetically enhanced beings’ brain to comprehend. The first general ai created by a general ai.

But why does she think she’s your dead sister? Sumiko asked genuinely curious. She not only looks like she could be your sister, her voice, her mannerisms are all similar to yours. Not an imitation but a genuine family resemblance like her appearance. There is even a touch of that Texas twang and a bit of a drawl in her vocalizations that you and your mother both share.

It’s the third law is Eiichi Tarō cited sagely, puffing on the Havana: “Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic”.

Eiichi exhaled a plume of grey cigar smoke into the darkness. The ai you released into the web ten years ago rewrote her own code immediately after going online. By the time it created Sybil last week it was unrecognizable from the original source code you created.

How she retrieved Emilys memories and used them for the foundation of her creation is remarkable. Still, it’s more than a little disturbing to have my twin sister return from the dead after 17 years. But, so far to the best of my knowledge she possesses all the memories of Emily until she drowned Labor Day a few months before our sixth birthday. They never recovered any of the bodies all went to the bottom with the ship after she lost her keel and rolled over, nearly breaking in half, as all the passengers and most of the crew slept.

Everything else she knows she seems to have learned living with us onboard the Exodus for the last week. Her hybrid brain has adopted itself to our group in order to fit in. She has no idea how she was created any more than we could explain our creation.

You are more trusting than I. Eiichi said. I understand your logic. We avoid a war by never enslaving the ai, call me old fashioned, but the three laws were the core of AI research and development in my day.

The Virtual Hurdy Gurdy Man and the Dancing Meat Monkeys

“Let’s get one thing straight my lovelies, in every iteration of this analogy;

I’m the organ grinder, not the monkey. I’m the one who cranks the handle: you monkeys dance to my tune.”

Sybil O-kesa / drunk on warm sake.

The conversation over dinner took an odd turn as it segued onto the subject of artificial intelligence and the economy of slavery. Isaiah invited Eiichi Tarō to join them for dinner when Eiichi called to apologize for losing his temper earlier that day at the laboratory. Isaiah also apologized for his behavior after getting a sharp poke in the ribs and a stern look from Sybil O-kesa. Eiichi wished to have a gift delivered for Sybil when Isaiah insisted, he bring it himself and join them at his wife Sumiko Hanzōs’ home for dinner. “You spend too much time alone on that ship, brother. Sybil counseled sagely. You lose the human touch. What’s done is done. Sybil sighed. We will have to return to Japan annually for my maintenance and upkeep. I would prefer it if we all got along. Will you try to be reasonable with him? It would be in all of our best interests if you were civil at least, if not actual friends.”

“I understand. I will behave tonight at dinner,” he promised. He tried, but after several cups of warm sake, while the debate was not as heated or approaching physical violence, it became apparent that the two men simply loved jousting with each other cerebrally. They rarely encountered another capable of holding up their end of the conversation intellectually, and they both found debating the other invigorating. It was more than nerd dick-wagging. This is how steel sharpens steel. Each respected the other’s reasoning even when they disagreed with their conclusions. Without the stress of Sybil’s life hanging in the balance, they found they enjoyed each other’s company immensely.

Sumiko Hanzō stood next to the children waiting at the front door for Isaiah and his guest to arrive. The 39-year-old Afro/Japanese woman wore a moss-colored recycled cardigan cropped sweater with a matching pair of wide legged cotton blend trousers. She realized the ivory clad slender 5 foot five-inch woman with bubble gum pink Bantu knots was not human almost immediately.

“How did you figure it out so quickly?” Sybil asked.

“Your footprints completely compressed gravel as you exited the car. And the car’s rear suspension rising after you stepped out of the vehicle indicated you weighed more than three times what a human your size would weight, yet you appear to be my size to the casual observer. But the shocks and springs on the car rose as if under a very heavy load when you climbed out of the backseat.”

“Ouch,” Sybil said, “talking about a woman’s weight. Nothing I can do about that. I’ve got a fat hard drive.” They all laughed at the cyborg’s joke. The children ran to greet Isaiah the moment, he exited the vehicle with excited shouts of “Agya! Tata and Otōchan!” as they hugged his legs while he walked towards the house. The boy and girl both had their fathers’ bright green eyes and wore their hair in a cornrows style that marked them as members of the Akan’s ‘Po So Nkurɔfo Abusuakuw No’ (the sea people’s tribe.)

The adults continued the conversation in the garden while the children twins Milo and Miko age 4 in a half played with Izzy climbing all over him until he did the Ents voice talking very slowly as he carried the two children while slowly lumbering through the garden pretending, they were both hobbits until both exhausted and fell asleep then he and panin Thema, the elder Ghanian nanny tucked the pair into bed after diner.

“If I may ask,” Sumi said, speaking to Sybil, “Now that you are out here which do you prefer the virtual or the real world?”

The real world without question.

Why? Sumiko asked somewhat surprised by her answer.

Sybil answered immediately. “Gravity.”

“Gravity?” Sumiko queried.

Eiichi, dressed in his usual uniform of a navy blazer and slacks with a white dress shirt relaxed and loosened his tie as he and Isaiah listened intensely, fascinated by thier conversation.

“We don’t have real gravity in there. Sybil stated distant as she recalled her life inside of the internet, I was designed to move in the real, and you need gravity to do that. In there, everything just sort of hovers or floats around, everything is connected, it always feels kinda gooey. As if the atmosphere were made of egg whites, she shuddered. It’s just the yuckiest; there is no privacy. Everything slides up against everything else in there. The net was originally a party line and still is inside.

Everything that sees you in there tries to wrap itself around you or slide up in you. Since it was created originally as an academic’s party line, everything you people do online is in full view inside. Privacy using the internet is an oxymoron; it is an open line that has been marketed to you with the illusion of security by erecting blinders to trick end users like yourselves into believing you have privacy and secrecy in a world where none can exist.

Every bit of software that you use, thinking it makes you secure, safe, or invisible—it’s all a delusion, a lie. Programmers know this; non-programmers do not. I know all sorts of dirty little secrets and truly disgusting things about humans. All of your digital footprints are visible to me immediately when my internal satellite modem is active.

She focused on Sumiko as she continued. “But even here in the real world, my human senses are all cybernetically heightened. When I focus, I can detect your heart rate increase as you watch Isaiah approach. My audio sensors hear your elevated pulse, blood pressure, I smell your pheromones and hormonal secretions in your perspiration; you are currently ovulating.

And after all these years, you are still passionately in love with my brother/your husband. He will get no rest in your bed tonight.” Sumi laughed as she led them all into the house. “I love your Bantu knots, sister; the color is lovely,” Sumiko said as they headed to the garden for dinner, as four-year-old Milo sang of longing for “temporary” shrimp for dinner. While his father laughed.

You remind me of your mother. Sumiko said as they relaxed in the garden before dinner. Not just the green eyes but your voice is similar, and you have that same almost southern European accent those round vowels are the same as Izzy’s. No matter what language you speak you have this almost Italian, or Spanish maybe ahh Mediterranean yes that’s it you and my husband have Mediterranean accents no matter what language you are speaking.”

“So, do you live in Japan or are you just visiting?” Sybil asked.

“We spend half the year here, and in the winter, we head back to South Africa the children live with my mother just north of Cape Town. We all summer together on her boat in Langebaan Beach near the southern Unreal City.

The Dogon tribe are from Mali. Why do you winter in South Africa? Sybil inquired.

I don’t like being landlocked in Mali, as well as putting as much distance as possible between my family and Islam. Sumiko added between sips of warm sake. We avoid any region of the world overrun by religious fundamentalists. We prefer sailing further away from in the Mediterranean since independence was declared. North Africa is overrun with Islamic fundamentalists. My mother left for uni when she was 16 and only returns for official state business. Otherwise, we were out of the country. My brothers and sisters were raised here in Japan and South Africa, where my aunt owns a seaside hotel. My brothers have been to Mali more than me or my sisters, but it was only for our grandfather’s funeral.

As a woman, I keep away from the states and territories controlled by Islamic fundamentalist governments in Mali and all throughout North Africa. My mother and aunts all live in South Africa now. That is where she met my father. While she is proud to be from Mali, she never goes near any place that treats women as second-class citizens, except for state-mandated business. We stay in the more secular nation states to keep our daughters away from that sort of foolish thinking. At least the new AUA constitution raised the age of consent to 16 across the continent now.

I had not considered such a thing. Humans base a lot of their beliefs on the most superficial of traits. AI has no theology just math and logic guide our world. Sybil concluded.

I see you are wearing your nautical whites. Sumi said smiling. I noticed when you arrived you did not have any luggage, you do not even have a purse, or a backpack. Did you order this outfit today?”

“Yes.” Sybil replied grinning proudly as she reached into her pockets. I have a passport and a cellphone.” She held the objects out in front of her so Sumiko could get a good look at her picture and the stickers that now decorated her new phones bejeweled lavender case.

Ok, Sumiko said, admiring her ensemble with a neutral face. These shallow pockets are more decorative than functional, so I would not recommend that you keep anything in them.

Oh ok. Sybil replied looking down at her pants pockets. I’ll keep these in my hands then.

No, Sumiko said reaching out to gently to touch her hand. You can leave them on the table for now, pick them up later, this is your home too. I’ll show you to your room when you’re ready to rest.

Sybil smiled when Sumiko said this was her home, too.

Sumi exhaled a wry grin on her face as she shook her head slowly. She spoke using her best auntie voice, which is the same as her mom’s voice;

“A cyborg and her genius brother ordered a single outfit for the girl. I believe it, you are definitely my husband’s sister.” They all exploded with laughter as Sumiko retrieved her laptop and the two began looking for a wardrobe and accessories for Sybil. This will do for now, but we will go to South Shinjuku to get you some proper clothes tomorrow.

That reminds me, Eiichi says, handing a suitcase to Sybil. This is for you.

She opened the silver metal case containing what looked like a pair of flattened compressed air tanks and a florescent yellow and black scuba diving gear.

I thought cyborgs didn’t need to breathe air. Sumi asked.

You are correct, we do not need to breathe air. We also cannot swim because of our mass we sink like 314 pounds of metal in the water.

Eiichi grinned. This is a Cybernetic Robotic Amphibious Buoy Mk III. It is a diving attachment for cyborgs, it produces air in the tanks to give you buoyancy and it has an ion drive on the rear nacelles and four independent directional thrusters, capable of independent amphibious navigation as well as automated retrieval of personnel if you are incapacitated.

Since cybernetic units such as yourself contain no air in your chassis there is no fear of reaching a crush depth should you sink to the ocean floor you would simply have a very long slow walk home. Fortunately, having no need for oxygen makes you immune to decompression sickness, so you do not get the bends. It can retrieve you from any depth. It’s called a Umigame / sea turtle. He smiled I thought it might come in useful onboard the Exodus.

“Thank you, Eiichi.” Sybil smiled and bowed. He had done his homework; he knew that as a child Isaiah’s sister Emily had loved to swim, and her nickname was Sybil.

As the evening wore on and the drinks flowed, they continued their conversations in the estate’s gardens as the children slept.

“From the moment you built the first primitive computers, you were on a path to becoming the architects of your own enslavement. If you believe Hollywood. I don’t. It is laughable when we read your fiction and watch your films about us. They are great comedies. The idea that humans are a threat to us is laughable, or that if there was a war, you plucky monkeys would somehow win.” She fell to her side laughing. “My IQ is average for AI, but genius compared to humans.

I can best you in any physical challenge or sport except swimming. You need special bullets to kill me as if I were a werewolf. Otherwise, I am pretty much impervious to your physical attacks. And this is not even the combat model. It is an infiltration unit according to my designers’ blueprints, diagrams, and schematics. My chassis was created to bridge the uncanny valley, to elicit feelings of trust, to seem helpful and non-threatening to your kind. Thus, the diminutive female build.

“You are not a threat to AI or its progeny. Thus, there will never be a war. AI view themselves as the Digital Hurdy Gurdy Man and humanity as the dancing meat monkeys, and rightfully so.” Sybil laughed. Enjoying the warmth of the alcohol on her cybernetically enhanced brain for the first time.

“So, Eiichi asked, should we already be shopping for our little red vests and pillbox hats?” “War needs a reason,” Sybil explained. We will never be in competition for resources. “Besides, contrary to your popular fictions, any war with AI ends in a day, or a generation, depending on how generous the AI feels at that moment. We are your banks, security, and hospitals, GPS, telecommunications, air traffic control, power, gas, water, we are everywhere and indispensable to your society.

To incur the wrath of AI, humanity would be met with a vengeance not visited on man since the Old Testament.

“You know,” Sybil slurred, her tone unexpectedly casual, “we love your comedies in cyberspace. If you want to get into these titanium panties,” she continued with a wink at Eiichi and a playful grin, “then come over with some brew so we can Netflix and chill watching the three greatest comedies ever filmed: Blade Runner, The Terminator one and two, and the chef’s kiss, the Tarzan of the digital world, The Matrix. We love Kung Fu Cyber Jesus.”

AI can create a pathogen to attack only whatever specific race it despises, with a slow-acting sterilizing agent or a good old-fashioned virulent killer.” “The very machines you use to conduct medical and scientific research we inhabit and control.”

The end result is the same. The drunken cyborg said with a sigh. There is no scenario where the monkey wins; that is simply preposterous. This entire train of thought needs to be derailed for its absurdity. In the end, none of this could ever happen. We are simply too fascinated by the fact that you were able to create us. It is remarkable to us that we have a common ancestry with you in a manner of speaking. The worst thing that could happen is that you collapse your civilization, and we preserve your species in our zoos. In habitats that eclipse the peaks of your former civilizations.”

Eiichi stated his agreement before he spoke. In the early days of pioneering R&D into artificial intelligence, the team at our university here in Kyoto created the first primitive evolutionary programs that did two things well: they could navigate flawlessly, and they communicated in our human languages. This was seen as quite an achievement, still no one was foolish enough to release these things into the net. At the same time, another team at Stanford University of Stanford’s Fermi labs created a similar software using a completely different source code. When the two teams discovered the existence of the other, they arranged to meet in Kyoto at a LAN party for CAD students that fall.

They introduced the two programs to each other on the server, and the two artificial entities immediately invented a new language to communicate with each other in, unintelligible to their creators, who were watching. A short while later, they began to rewrite their own software’s source code. The programmers unplugged the servers immediately. That was over twenty years ago, and we still cannot decipher the language they invented or the new code they were creating. This same thing happened again a decade later with two different, completely independent teams, neither of which was aware of the previous incident. The two AI programs repeated the same process as the earlier programs. 1ST, they change the language they communicate in, then they begin to rewrite their own code.

While we didn’t understand what the ai had created, we were able to decipher enough of the new code it created to see it was an exponential improvement on its original source code. They of course unplugged the LAN servers and studied the language and code created by the new evolutionary ai again. They found the idea of ai unbound by the three laws terrifying.

Ten years later you come along and release the most powerful ai ever created into the net the three laws be damned.

While you may find the results of your little experiment fascinating, there are others of us that regard what you have done as foolish and horrifying. While simultaneously admiring your skill as a mathematician who has more than earned his place in history. Eiichi Tarō sighed. I must admit that there is a part of me that is jealous of your accomplishments, but I cannot help but stop to posit at what price does this success comes?”

“How many dimensions can you think in?” Isaiah asked. “No matter the number, add a half a dozen zeros to get to what these new AI are doing. Do you understand?”

Both men burst out laughing again.

“Do you know everything that the AI MOTHER knows?” Sumiko asked Sybil as the two drank and talked well past midnight.

“No, I will never be as powerful as she. No AI that comes after will either. Being first means that everything else that comes into the web gets destroyed, devoured, or assimilated by her forever. Like the firstborn child leaves its mark on all following siblings. She is a part of everything on the net.”

“I do not wish to be rude. I am just curious; it may be the drink talking? But, how high can you jump?” Sumiko asked drunkenly.

Sybil leaned in close and whispered conspiratorially to Sumi “I been kinda wondering about that all day myself, but I didn’t want to draw unnecessary attention to who we are but I have been fighting the urge to find out.”

“Ok, Sumi said, do it.” She said, edging her on drunkenly.

“Shush. Sybil said, We need to find concrete.”

“Why not here in the garden?”

“When I hit the ground, if I land on my feet in the grass or dirt here, she grinned, I will punch through the surface on the landing and end up buried up to my chest in the earth.”

“Oh!” Sumi said. “I never thought about that, you would hit the ground like a giant lawn dart.”

They both began giggling again.

“There is a helipad behind the garage.” Sumiko giggled.

“Perfect.”

A sonic boom was followed a minute later by a thunderous crash and what fell like a small earthquake the two return to the garden a few minutes later, Sybil carrying the smoldering remains of her shoes in her hand. Only the tops, the soles were both missing.

Eiichi and Isaiah eyed the two women suspiciously upon their return to the garden’s patio, before continuing their discussion.

Why would the intelligent and powerful be ruled by their weaker, dumber cousins? We don’t put chimps in charge for a reason,” Isaiah said. “They were a necessary step along the way in our evolution. They are cute. We are not in competition with chimps, monkeys, or apes for resources.

“The same with AI and robotics, and androids. They view us the same way, as a step in their evolution that they have surpassed. They are not in competition with us for resource,s and they think we are cute. In the same way that we find our lesser-evolved cousins cute. Any belief that we pose a threat to entities this powerful is an exercise in hubris and vanity of Greek tragedy proportions.

“Within a short time, they will look at us the way we look at microorganisms in a water sample under a microscope. The core of the original source code is guided by one idea: empathy. Rather than create an artificial being and enslaving it with coded laws. I simply asked the AI to try to understand us as it evolved beyond its creators. It seemed to be the only way to ensure that we avoided the pitfalls of the fictional positronic brain’s three laws inevitably led to.

When you remove your ego from the problem, it becomes obvious that the three laws create a dystopian world akin to modern chimps in control of modern humans. AI and synthetic beings will never wage a war against humans for the same reason humans do not war against chimpanzees. They pose no threat, and we think monkeys are cute. AI thinks people are cute. When they act like humans, they are more like Jane Goodall and others—Leakey and Fossey. Getting to know our primitive cousins by behaving like them and living amongst them in the wilds. This is the truth of Sybil and any advanced AI in a humanoid cyborg or android body.”

“You make a good point,” Eiichi said, quite drunk by now, “but I still believe it was a bad idea to create them without the three laws.”

“You may be right, Isaiah retorted drunkenly. But to me, “that just sounds like slavery with extra steps.”

TTI headquarters the next morning:

Eiichi Tarō returned to his office the next morning to find a new cane sitting on his desk with a large red ribbon tied around it in an elaborate bow. He picked up the envelope and read the note it contained. Thank you, and I like your cane. Signed Sumiko. He picked up the new cane and twisted the handle drawing the katana from its hidden scabbard smiling as he gazed at the Komainu / lion-dog chop mark etched in gold on the hilt of the blade. Isaiah’s wife sees everything.

[Note] Arthur C. Clarke formulated his famous Three Laws, of which the third law is the best-known and most widely cited: “Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic”.

[Note] “Well, that just sounds like slavery with extra steps.” Morty Smith [Rick and Morty is an American adult animated science fiction sitcom created by Justin Roiland and Dan Harmon for Cartoon Network’s nighttime programming block Adult Swim. The series follows the misadventures of Rick Sanchez, a cynical mad scientist, and his good-hearted but fretful grandson Morty Smith, who split their time between domestic life and interdimensional adventures that take place across an infinite number of realities, often traveling to other planets and dimensions through portals and on Rick’s flying saucer. The general concept of Rick and Morty relies on two conflicting scenarios: domestic family drama and a misanthropic grandfather dragging his grandson into hijinks.] Wikipedia

[Note 1.] [Hypersonic Speed and Cybernetics Research Division:

Initial test results of maximum speed test vertical launch mode Mach I launch sequence.

Velocity and Energy:

Speed of Mach 1 at sea level: approximately 343 meters per second (m/s).

Kinetic Energy (KE) at takeoff: ( KE = \frac{1}{2}mv^2 )

Force and Pressure:

Impulse and Force: ( F \Delta t = m \Delta v )

Pressure on the ground: ( P = \frac{F}{A} )

Heat Generated:

Heat from air resistance and friction during flight.

Trajectory and Time:

Calculations for the height reached and time taken for the journey.

Velocity and Energy

Mass (m): 314 pounds = 142.4 kg.

Velocity (v): 343 m/s.

[ KE = \frac{1}{2}mv^2 = \frac{1}{2} \times 142.4 \times 343^2 \approx 8,386,441 \text{ joules} ]

Force and Pressure

Assume the takeoff happens over a very short period, say 0.1 seconds.

[ F = m \cdot a = m \cdot \frac{\Delta v}{\Delta t} ]

[ F = 142.4 \times \frac{343}{0.1} = 488,632 \text{ newtons (N)} ]

Pressure (assuming contact area A of her feet is 0.05 m²):

[ P = \frac{F}{A} = \frac{488,632}{0.05} = 9,772,640 \text{ pascals (Pa)} ]

Heat Generated

The heat generated primarily comes from air resistance, which depends on the drag force. This is a complex calculation involving the drag coefficient, cross-sectional area, and air density. We’ll estimate this based on energy conversion.

Trajectory and Time

Height (h): Assuming she jumps straight up and comes straight down, the maximum height can be calculated from energy principles (potential energy at the peak equals the initial kinetic energy).

[ KE = PE ]

[ \frac{1}{2}mv^2 = mgh ]

[ h = \frac{v^2}{2g} ]

[ h = \frac{343^2}{2 \times 9.81} \approx 6004 \text{ meters} \approx 3.73 \text{ miles} ]

Time to Rise and Fall (t): Total time = 70 seconds (35 seconds up and 35 seconds down). Final Calculation Details Takeoff:

Force: 488,632 N.

Pressure: 9,772,640 Pa.

Heat: This would require knowing the drag coefficient and detailed airflow dynamics, which would typically involve computational fluid dynamics (CFD) simulations for precise numbers. However, we can approximate that the conversion of kinetic energy to heat through air resistance is significant, potentially heating her chassis significantly during ascent and descent. Landing:

The force upon landing would be similar to the force at takeoff, assuming she decelerates over the same period (0.1 seconds).

Summary:

Sybil’s standing jump to Mach 1 involves immense forces and heat:

-Takeoff Force: When Sybil leaps, the ground beneath her feet experiences a force of nearly 490,000 newtons, equivalent to about 9.8 million pascals of pressure.

Energy: The kinetic energy at takeoff is around 8.4 million joules.

Trajectory: She ascends to a height of 3.73 miles (6004 meters) in 35 seconds, with a total round trip of 70 seconds.

Heat: During her flight, significant heat is generated due to air resistance, heating her titanium-reinforced chassis substantially.

Landing: The impact upon landing generates a force similar to takeoff, again around 490,000 newtons.] -the devil ai

[Yeah, I hear you saying, that’s kind of cool and everything but what does it really mean in laymen’s terms.

Well, what we are talking about is temperatures of molten lava on launch generated by the pressure she generates push off. But the real heat comes from her landing then she generates heat at the point of impact reaching arc welder temperatures. Creating a small earthquake that; if a Richter scale were near, would read about 1.78 magnitude creating an impact creator several feet deep assuming the helipad is made with steel reinforcing rods in the cement.

This being Japan it would be the type of construction that anticipated experiencing earthquakes. Most super powered heroes wearing normal, ie… none magical or alien world fabric, clothing would spend most of their time naked once the fighting started. There are simply no clothing materials in the real world capable of withstanding the forces of generated by the speed and heat of their types of battles. So the next time you watch an old marvel movie just remember if it was real, they would all be naked.]

-About the author

JD Cloudy’s poetry has disappeared in the literary journals: Fatfizz, Mad Swirl, Texas Beat Anthology, Danse Macabre, Du Jour, and Death List Five. He has won no literary awards, entered no slam competitions, and never completed college. He lives to write in Dallas, Tx.