It was a brisk night in San Francisco... the wind watched as a young man of 34 was stumbling over the large red railing of the golden gate, slipping on the moist metal. Cars whipped by, none daring to stop. As he positioned himself, he looked over the precipice into the swirling black brine of the Bay, a million miles down. As if the world was watching, he gulped. "ABOVE USER!" Suddenly erupted from behind him, practically pushing his balance over the edge. His feet danced for footing but none was there so he fell, fell, fell...