Classified Mission

Hands on the steering wheel, my heart is beating fast. My brain is working out logic at a number of teraflops per second which would put any super computer to shame. Should I or should I not?

My brain is talking to me more than ever before. I realize even it is becoming diplomatic now. Bloody hell, does the teacher feel this way when we give a may be answer in the class? Alright, still let me just listen to it for I cannot be so ungrateful to forget that it is in service for the last so many years.

Mr. Brain- Remember! The enemy is not what it looks like. There is more than meets the eye. The enemy must have secret strategies up his sleeve.

Me- Oh! Well the enemy isn’t wearing sleeved shirt, so well Mr. Brain enough of your strategies. Let us just talk it straight.

Focus! Mr. Brain starts to lose patience while I try to tell LMAO, so I resist my urge to laugh. I just listen.

Mr. Brain - Enemy is a trapezoidal looking creature.

Me- Creature? Or is it?

Mr. Brain - Wait, I am getting multiple signals. Dummy? The signals from the optic nerves seem to be sending an affirmative picture. DUMMY it is.

Me- Alright!

Mr. Brain – Height? Not too much. LOL.

Me- Weight- Oh well too much, for I can clearly see that the dummy might have a few bones missing.

Mr. Brain (to me) – Dude!! You are wicked!!!

Me – yeah tell me something I don’t know.

Mr. Brain  - by the looks of it, the dummy seems to be moving.

Me – Dude! Don’t overwork yourself. She is being pulled. She doesn’t like to walk.

Mr. Brain – my bad!! :p

Me – Okay so I am revving up. I am all set. What are the possibilities that mission will be accomplished?

Mr. Brain – ZERO !!!!!

The world crashes down on me L this was the moment that I had been waiting for. I was inspired by this 2011 movie DRIVE. It had woken up the dormant side of my evil side. I had been feeling like mini-Ghostrider. Every time I went to the loo I looked into the mirror and said “look into my eyes” and the lights flickered. I had this power in me. And now suddenly it’s all over in a second. I can’t even think of looking onto Mr. Brain. How odd would that be? I can’t even figure out where his head, ear, nose, eye.. for that matter anything was. He would not even listen to me. Oh Mr. Brain I know you are putting all these thoughts into me, so that I ignore the situation. Why? I am asking why? No more why’s otherwise you would start playing the Enigma song. 

Mr. Brain tries to reason out that I am dead as per Newtons Law of motion you are dead. 

Mr. Brain does a quick debrief 

The car is capable of doing a 100 in 15 sec => 6.7 m- sec sqr

Distance between you and the dummy= 150 m 

Applying, v2 = u2 + 2aS (initial speed u=0)

velocity at the time of impact = 44.8 m/sec

 Kinetic Energy (KE) = 0.5 x m x v2

mass of the car and me = 1200 kgs 

KE = 1206 kilo joules 

Energy cannot be created or destroyed. So, the KE from the car must be converted to KE and PE(potential energy)

Weight of the dummy = 60 kilos 

acceleration due to gravity = 9.8 m/sec

height to which you must suspend the dummy = ? 

KE of dummy + PE of dummy = KE of your car

momentum of the car = m x v = 1200 * 44.8 = 53760 N-s

impulse = p x t = 53760 x 1 = 53760 N

Considering the amount of fat deposit in the dummy, the energy will be absorbed and will be dissipated in the body. That implies, the kinetic energy is not going to be transferred. 

Newtons Law 1 - velocity of the dummy wont change even if you hit her 

Newtons Law 2 - acceleration is parallel and directly proportional to the force 

So, PE of dummy = KE of car

1206,000 = 60 x 9.8 x h

=> h = 2051.0 meters

Me (to myself) - what the.. 

Mr. Brain - Dude!! she is not a fighter plane that you want her to reach 2051 meters with an impact of 1 second. 

Me - IS THAT SO ?????? 

Mr. Brain - SO IT IS !!!

Mr. Brain continues... 

Law 3 - every action has an equal and opposite reaction. 

Mr. Brain shows me a picture of a car which had been forcefully driven into a tree. He asked me draw an analogy and proceed, since there had been many occasions I had disregarded his opinion. 

For this one time, I decide to go by what Mr. Brain had to say. 

Sometimes, it is just better to let your brain decide what needs to be done.  I would have become a star in the sky otherwise. 

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