I
Velocity equals            
                 the
linear momentum                                
                                                  
divided by                                          
                                                                   
mass.     
If the mass is small enough,                         
                                   let us say 2
grams.     
And the momentum high enough,                          
                                                  
say 500 m/s.        
      Then the
velocity will equal 
                      
                            250
m/s.
Going this fast,               
                 
within a certain critical radius,                                
                                   even the
tiniest splinter,                                     
                                                of
anything splinterable,          
could kill.               
         Kill.     
Hmmm.         
             I think
I'd better                     
                               stuff my
pockets                              
                                            
with sharp nails,                                   
                                                              
and metallic shards.          
    Before               
                I plunge                        
                             
myself                             
                                         
into                                 
                                                
the crowd.     
I want this to be                     
                          
a deadly,                     
                          
and memorable explosion.        
II
I want my death             
                   to
come with a bang.                           
                                        A loud
bang.                           
                                        The
loudest possible.       
For though I won't live                         
                                  to see
it.           
I'm sure I will enjoy                          
                          
the playbacks                              
                                  when I'm in
heaven.                                   
                                         After
all,                                        
                                                  
God's video-technology                                         
                                                    
must be                            
                   
                                                                 
divine.             
            The cry is
muted. 
                    I
am deafened 
                                       
nonetheless. 
                         
For I can see. 
                         
For I can see.
