"Two or Three" Book Club, Meeting 52
Since this is the last day of April and we are only halfway through Robert A. Heinlein's Starship Troopers, both the readalong and the theme In Space, No One Can Hear You Blog will take over as much of May as necessary. (That's actually a happy thought.)
It's nice to be reading another book with multiple covers, but now I find I've used what would have been the perfect cover for this post in my earlier one, and that no other cover I've found comes half as close to capturing Heinlein's vision of futuristic armour.
The suit has feedback which causes it to match any motion you make exactly--but with great force.
Controlled force . . . force controlled without your having to think about it. You jump, that heavy suit jumps, but higher than you can jump in your skin. Jump really hard and the suit's jets cut in, amplifying what the suit's leg "muscles" did, giving you a three-jet shove, the axis of pressure of which passes through your centre of mass. So you jump over that house next door. Which makes you come down as fast as you went up . . . which your suit notes through your proximity and & closing gear (a sort of simple-minded radar resembling a proximity fuse) and therefore cuts the jets again just the right amount to cushion your landing without you having to think about it.
And that is the beauty of a powered suit: you don't have to think about it . . .
Wearing the suit sounds very much like having superpowers. (Or do I think so merely because I saw Iron Man 3 a few nights ago?) But note that the military believes that just having a suit isn't enough. As Sergeant Zim explains to the precocious trainee Ted Hendrick, "There are no dangerous weapons; there are only dangerous men."