What about frozen planes, which could be safe from heat-seeking missiles? What about subway turnstiles that were also radiation detectors? What about incredibly long ambulances that connected every building to a hospital? What about parachutes in fanny packs? What about guns with sensors in the handles that could detect if you were angry, and if you were, they wouldn't fire, even if you were a police officer? What about Kevlar overalls? What about skyscrapers made with moving parts, so they could rearrange themselves when they had to, and even open holes in their middles for planes to fly through?
by Jonathan Safran Foer
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The excerpt poses imaginative questions about innovative safety and technological solutions to enhance security and well-being in various contexts. It explores the idea of frozen planes that could evade heat-seeking missiles, emphasizing the desire for advanced protective measures. Other suggestions include subway turnstiles functioning as radiation detectors and incredibly long ambulances that would streamline healthcare by connecting buildings directly to hospitals.

The text continues with whimsical yet thought-provoking concepts like parachutes stored in fanny packs and guns equipped with sensors to assess the emotional state of their users. It also mentions Kevlar overalls for increased protection, as well as skyscrapers designed with adaptable features that can adjust their structures for safety. These imaginative scenarios reflect an exploration of how creativity can intersect with problems of safety and urban design.

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