[Durability/Energy/N1]

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The suit was picking up lots of strange atmospheric
readings, as if the air was ionising. They know where we
are, Dane thought. He looked up. The clouds. They
looked funny. Then they caught fire. He jumped.
Everything became light and heat.
Dane jumped through steam and hit the molten riverbed
of the East River. Then the water came back. He
realised he had been screaming. The armour on his back,
made from nearly indestructible alloys, had blistered and
then turned molten and then fused with his flesh. All the
times he’d fallen, been shot, stabbed, beaten, battered,
run over. All the times that it had felt like he had died,
none of it compared to this. This was pain in its purest
form. Pain so extreme that it was an abstract. He was
only conscious because of the suit’s advanced medical
systems. No human had ever experienced this degree of
pain before. Then, mercifully, he died.
***
The suit forced him back to life minutes later. The
water all around him was boiling from the heat of the
armour. He died again.
***
The suit had to block signals from a lot of his nerve
endings before it could shock the soldier back to life
with the built-in defibrillator. Dane came to again on
the side of the river, amongst the ghosts. He did some
more screaming but managed to get it under control.
He lay in the mud, making it steam. He looked back
upstream. The East River was moving quickly, trying
to replace the gap where a significant part of the river
had just been vaporised. Plumes of steam were still
shooting high into the sky. The suit was repairing itself,
separating away from Dane’s flesh and doing its best to
return to a functional state.
The thing was they had missed, he thought, when he
could think like a human again. The Robin Hood was
gone, certainly. More ghosts. But had it been a direct hit
he would never have survived, armour or not.
In the distance, the suit’s enhanced hearing brought
him the sound of rapid large-calibre weapons fire. New
York, he thought, I have to get to New York.

Crysis: Escalation, Refuse/Resist