See the ground rushing up at your plane at 600 miles an hour, knowing you can't do anything about it, or seeing it rush up at you at probably about 200 miles an hour, knowing you can't do anything about it: To die or to die more rapidly. To explode in a brilliant fireball or to splatter blood and organ chunks over a thirty-foot radius. The failure of technology or the failure of the self. Or just failure.
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