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Another Chromium based browser (this may be a negative for some people).Avast is in hot water, accused of selling the browsing and click histories of millions of users.Add rain, and you’ve got the beginning of Actual Physics Man.Īs for YouTube, I can recommend Veritasium and Smarter Every Day. Or bring them to some place where physics actually makes sense. So if you want victory, you’d have to switch things around. Of course, you can’t beat superheroes in their own cinematic universe. Also, where does Superman put his glasses when he changes? Spider-Man would end up facing turbulence and smashing himself against the glass wall of some skyscraper.

The Hulk would smash all the bones in his hand with each punch and just running would give him a hernia. Superman would burn up from friction, or, if we assume he’s got a super body, he’d end up naked and arrested for indecent exposure.

They’d get squashed, quite literally in several cases. Because, let’s face it, physics is cool, and doubly so when you can visualize it.īut back to the superheroes, and what would happen if they’d ever encounter real physics. Now, I watch quite reputable YouTube, so what I see should conform to our reality no matter how amazing it looks.

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Watching a superhero movie is a bit like watching one of those super-slow-mo clips on YouTube - you never know if the part you’re looking at is true or has been … let’s call it enhanced. Now all I had to do was figure out a way to get off the roof.įilip Wiltgren reveals the inspiration behind Avast, here cometh Actual Physics Man! Once again, Actual Physics Man saves the day. Far in the dim, rain-spattered distance below me, Snowy’s white suit was turning red. I edged over to the side of the building, carefully keeping one leg on each side of the roof peak.

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He windmilled in the air before striking the roof, the crack of shattering goggles audible over the howl of the wind, accompanied by Snowy’s scream for a duration of four floors, or slightly longer than 2.1 seconds. Snowy the Snowman’s leg shot out from under him. The wind would exert a force dozens of times higher than 10 newtons. The friction coefficient of wet zinc against ice is 0.01. Which meant it would be at 4.5 on the Moh scale and coated with a surface of ice. It looked to be rubber, frozen solid obviously. Say one-and-a-half to be on the safe side. That big, white boot couldn’t be touching the roof on more than a square centimetre total area. “The hell?” Snowy the Snowman said, arm extended, standing on tippy-toes like a baseball ballerina. The ball of energy flashed towards me - and dissolved into rapidly extinguishing dust that the wind ripped away. Here came the wind-up, one leg in the air, one white boot impossibly immobile on the roof tiles.

Something the size of a spark would need to be several orders of magnitude denser than osmium to reach me. At 22 metres per second, any loose matter should be blown away.

“Loser,” he said, raising his arm, a ball of shining sky-blue sparks coalescing around it. His spittle clinked as it hit the zinc tiles. Then the blue light flooded the roof, and Mr Frost spit to the side. “Surrender, and I’ll put in a good word for you,” I tried. I’d have to do better or I’d be frost on the pavement. Read more science fiction from Nature Futures “It’s Actual Physics,” I shouted, clambering up onto the peak and straddling the roof like a horse. Like staring into the maw of a blue supergiant going nova. His goggles shone with a piercing, cold blue light. Frozone or Icingdeath or something laughed. I panic-grabbed the ridge, keeping myself from sliding away. My comeback, comparing his white suit to a cake decoration, got strangled as my right boot lost the battle against the static friction coefficient of wet zinc and slipped. He probably had a hard-core market-friendly name like Chill-Out or Mr Ice or something. He was an imposing figure, balancing atop the dark-grey roof in his pristine white suit, a cape gently - and completely contra-factually, considering the strength and direction of the wind - billowing behind him. “You pick it up at Nerds-R-Us or something?” “That’s got to be the worst name ever,” he said, his goggles shining with a presumably evil blue glow. Also, the roof being peaked at 25 degrees, the tiles being sub-zero temperature wet zinc and the drop being four floors, my thundering voice might have squeaked more than I’d have liked.

My declaration came out more like a forced gasp. The 22 metre-per-second wind gusting over the roof was like sticking your head out the window on the freeway. “Avast, here cometh Actual Physics Man!” I thundered.

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