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attempt suicide off multnomah falls after accident kills lover, blames self. keeps trying, ends up crashing in bed each time until meets someone who talks him out of it (though not quite realizing it) | |||
It started as you'd expect if you'd read any of the science fiction stories about the concept: something happens that is going to result in your death, and you suddenly find yourself somewhere else. In my case, I had hiked up to the top of Multnomah Falls in the Columbia River Gorge and leaned over the railing to look down. Apparently I leaned too hard on it, as it gave way. I had a spectacular view for a second, and then went splat in my bed. Well, my bed went splat - teleporting doesn't change your momentum, and in a second, you get going pretty fast - 35kph actually. It wasn't particularly pleasant for me either, but I managed to avoid broken bones at least (and more importantly, going splat on rocks at 200kph, as I otherwise would have done!). | It started as you'd expect if you'd read any of the science fiction stories about the concept: something happens that is going to result in your death, and you suddenly find yourself somewhere else. In my case, I had hiked up to the top of Multnomah Falls in the Columbia River Gorge and leaned over the railing to look down. Apparently I leaned too hard on it, as it gave way. I had a spectacular view for a second, and then went splat in my bed. Well, my bed went splat - teleporting doesn't change your momentum, and in a second, you get going pretty fast - 35kph actually. It wasn't particularly pleasant for me either, but I managed to avoid broken bones at least (and more importantly, going splat on rocks at 200kph, as I otherwise would have done!). | ||
Once the shock of realizing what I'd done had worn off, I realized that the splitting headache I had was probably the result of the teleporting process, not the crash landing in my bed. Particularly as when I ran through those moments again to figure out how it happened, those parts of my brain felt like I was taking razor blades to them. I quickly learned to avoid trying to relive those moments...at least not very often. Hey, how much can you resist picking at an itching scab? | |||
After a week or so, the razor blades had dulled to butter knives. I still wasn't quite ready to give it a try for real, but I figured whatever I was doing to trigger the pain was probably what it was going to take to activate my new ability. After two weeks, it had stopped being a "pain" and merely a "sensation", so I decided to make a test run. A short distance seemed prudent, so I tried going from my dining room to the deck without benefit of opening the sliding door. | |||
All I got for my trouble was another splitting headache. Not terribly surprised, since I really had no clue how this thing was supposed to work. | |||
* no robbing cash - too hard to use | * no robbing cash - too hard to use | ||
* velocity vectors - | * velocity vectors - physics giveth and physics taketh away | ||
Latest revision as of 23:18, 29 September 2024
attempt suicide off multnomah falls after accident kills lover, blames self. keeps trying, ends up crashing in bed each time until meets someone who talks him out of it (though not quite realizing it)
It started as you'd expect if you'd read any of the science fiction stories about the concept: something happens that is going to result in your death, and you suddenly find yourself somewhere else. In my case, I had hiked up to the top of Multnomah Falls in the Columbia River Gorge and leaned over the railing to look down. Apparently I leaned too hard on it, as it gave way. I had a spectacular view for a second, and then went splat in my bed. Well, my bed went splat - teleporting doesn't change your momentum, and in a second, you get going pretty fast - 35kph actually. It wasn't particularly pleasant for me either, but I managed to avoid broken bones at least (and more importantly, going splat on rocks at 200kph, as I otherwise would have done!).
Once the shock of realizing what I'd done had worn off, I realized that the splitting headache I had was probably the result of the teleporting process, not the crash landing in my bed. Particularly as when I ran through those moments again to figure out how it happened, those parts of my brain felt like I was taking razor blades to them. I quickly learned to avoid trying to relive those moments...at least not very often. Hey, how much can you resist picking at an itching scab?
After a week or so, the razor blades had dulled to butter knives. I still wasn't quite ready to give it a try for real, but I figured whatever I was doing to trigger the pain was probably what it was going to take to activate my new ability. After two weeks, it had stopped being a "pain" and merely a "sensation", so I decided to make a test run. A short distance seemed prudent, so I tried going from my dining room to the deck without benefit of opening the sliding door.
All I got for my trouble was another splitting headache. Not terribly surprised, since I really had no clue how this thing was supposed to work.
- no robbing cash - too hard to use
- velocity vectors - physics giveth and physics taketh away
