[Nanoglass durability]

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I’m almost wishing that these guys
were better shots because half the
rounds that don’t hit me are
smacking into the windows.
Spiderwebs are cracking through
the glass everywhere I look. I can’t
believe the windows haven’t
shattered yet.
Fortunately, fragging CELL asses
and covering my own is a full-time
job. My inner eight-year-old can
take a number. 
And believe it or
not, when the dust finally settles
and I am the Last Corpse Standing,
that whole round wall of windows
is still keeping the water at bay.
Half a dozen panes are almost
opaque, they’re so shot through
with cracks; there are more trickles
and rivulets and needles of spray
than I can count. But there’s a
whole orphaned chunk of the
Atlantic leaning against those
windows, and goddamn it, they’re
holding.
Lockhart’s gone offline. Or
maybe he’s just sulking because I
wiped the floor with his toy
soldiers. 
Hargreave keeps the flame
alive, though, riding my ass to
reboot the upper-level elevators
from the main desk. I still can’t
take my eyes off the windows, off
all that dark heavy water piled up
on the other side, but Hargreave
nags reassuringly in my ear: No
need for concern, super-nanoglass,
guaranteed floodproof

Crysis: Legion, AQUARIUM