June 2011
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2. Being Human
He did not remember the last time he had seen his own reflection. But he knew he looked different now.
Human.
Some of the bruises were changing colors. He had cuts on his face. It was still handsome but no longer the most glorious. He was still much taller than an average man. He took out his knife and first sheared his hair.
Then he began hacking at the wings.
And experienced pain for the first...
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1. The descent
He was falling.
g=9.8 m/sec^2
The wings were dead weight bringing him down faster than ever.
This was going to hurt. If only he knew what physical pain meant.
The impact sent shockwaves ripping the tarmac in a circular fashion and he lay at the centre of the broken tar and concrete. He wasn’t human yet because no human could have survived the free fall and stood up after that, brush off the...