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Manifestations.
Sep. 15th, 2003 10:59 amLet me speak to you of manifestations.
I discovered, shortly after arriving to America for the first time, that I could fly.
Like an angel, just with no wings and with a roaring sound and the stink of chemicals.
Well, all good silver linings come with dark clouds, and mine was a problematic gift.
I'm not immune to my own power. So many of you all are. You can't be blasted with your own power, you can't be injured just by using your abilities. Sonme of you even have forcefields that protect your tender flesh from the backwash of your power.
I don't.
The first day I flew, I basically just hovered in place for a bit. It was marvelous. Then I flew higher. And faster. And higher. And faster. And it felt _wonderful_.
Then I crossed a threshold - the threshold where my mutant flesh ignites.
My own power burned me. I could hear the flesh of my back and legs sizzling, smell the sickly-sweet stench of my own body. I blacked out from the pain, and plummetted back to Earth at 9.8 m/s^2 + my original velocity. I believe the final toll of the damage done was that I lost both legs, third degree burns over 45% of my torso, a half-dozen shattered ribs, and two broken arms. It took a specialized trauma team an entire week to excise half of my body and replace it with bleeding-edge machines and custom software.
Does _that_ satisfy your curiousity?
Haroun
I discovered, shortly after arriving to America for the first time, that I could fly.
Like an angel, just with no wings and with a roaring sound and the stink of chemicals.
Well, all good silver linings come with dark clouds, and mine was a problematic gift.
I'm not immune to my own power. So many of you all are. You can't be blasted with your own power, you can't be injured just by using your abilities. Sonme of you even have forcefields that protect your tender flesh from the backwash of your power.
I don't.
The first day I flew, I basically just hovered in place for a bit. It was marvelous. Then I flew higher. And faster. And higher. And faster. And it felt _wonderful_.
Then I crossed a threshold - the threshold where my mutant flesh ignites.
My own power burned me. I could hear the flesh of my back and legs sizzling, smell the sickly-sweet stench of my own body. I blacked out from the pain, and plummetted back to Earth at 9.8 m/s^2 + my original velocity. I believe the final toll of the damage done was that I lost both legs, third degree burns over 45% of my torso, a half-dozen shattered ribs, and two broken arms. It took a specialized trauma team an entire week to excise half of my body and replace it with bleeding-edge machines and custom software.
Does _that_ satisfy your curiousity?
Haroun
