Harold, take a bow. You've just been awarded the Outstanding Link Award, Most Engaging Link Award, the Whatta Link Award, the Very Interesting Link Award and a few lesser awards like the Attaboy Award.
OLA, MELA, WLA, VILA, AA. You're approaching Harrington's weight of metal. And because of it, election into the League of Most Extinguishing Gentlemen.
Nice link. I've spent some time bouncing off the alpha walls within this link -- safety interlocks removed -- because my wife could've began accelerating large bodies of mass @ s-frac towards my head at any time because it wasn't what I should have been doing. Very interesting.
[ s-frac => the speed of skull fractures. ]
Power directly scales up doesn't it? If you can pack this much of a wallop in your starships then a hand weapon must really pack a punch.
"Oooh, nice shoulder launcher. What are you aiming at?"
"That full moon. I'm trying to sneak over to my gf's house under cover of darkness."
By the way, if you ever meet her, remember, this is all classified material from my sister's ears. She hates "silly Sci-Fi" and with this, she'd wield too much "I'll never shut up about this to you" enormous energy of her own! Or even worse... "This exceeds your thinking that mom's bright red satin sheets gave you super powers just because you tied it to the back of your neck and called it a cape."
She refers to the genre as the inner-boy teenage pissing contests. A my weapon's bigger than yours thing. "I'll destroy all the gravity in the universe," she once said as a joke!
At least she meant it as a joke. She'll whacka-me-mole if she thinks I cater to these notions. I call it the She-wa Option. She wa slap me silly if I asked her to read something like this. LOL
Sisters just don't understand.
I felt indestructible when I wore that cape.
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