The speedbrake on the elevator didn’t work and we were falling faster and faster forever.  It was a large elevator.  Some how I got it stopped and crawled above in chain works with a bolt cutter cutting chains, like bicycle chains.

The others were useless jabbering on further and further from my mind and hearing while I worked to make a rescue.  Rescuing even myself turned out to fail, and I went ahead and cut the chain works so all the metal pressed into my skull destroying me.

My teeth ground in my skull as one of the the last things.

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About Russell Scott Day

I come from sailors and priests. My aim is to prevent apocalyptic riot, better known as nuclear war, when I was growing up. Creating a nation of airports will create the peace enough environment to prevent apocalyptic riot. I had a vision due to a period of boredom and bliss like the Aleph of Borges. That is the story I learned and was made up and happens.

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