Parasite Drag
By Will • Sep 25th, 2009 • Category: FlashWork your empennage.
Work your elevators.
Acknowledge affirmative correction.
Go ahead. How do you hear me?
The wind side of the computer
determines the altitude which results
in the highest groundspeed, as they say.
The pressure on the ailerons and rudder
pedals? Neutralize them.
This increases drag.
This decreases airspeed.
“Okay,” I say, not telling him Hodge was dragged to death behind a very-much-earthbound car yesterday.
“Not anymore, Herr Doctor,” she said. “And never again.” Behind her teeth brass cylinders rotated, clicking together to form the right shapes to transform the air from her bellows into words.
If the virus gets into his shoulder muscles, it could mess with the signals that run from brain to arm in a game of bioelectric telephone. Permanent damage.
Actually, it was a switchblade
or more of a butterfly,
like a bayou sidearm or bucknife, bayonet.
Ray Fawkes was already a cunning writer, fearsome with a pen in hand, but he’s about to go too far. Soon there will be no stopping him.