u/DramaApprehensive559

If an object that weighs 1 kg is dropped into a hole that is 3 kilometers deep, how many seconds will it take to reach the bottom?

I tried solving it and got the answer 25 seconds, and I want to see how accurate I was, given I do poorly in maths, so here's another question for the same situation:

If an object that weighs 1 kg is dropped and hits the ground after 25 seconds, what is the depth of the hole/distance it fell?

I really dont know if this is the place to ask this, but I can't find anywhere else.

For context, I have to get a vaccine soon. I have scars from sh on both upper arms, right where the vaccines are usually put. Idk how well excuses will work bc the scars are many and very raised.

There are two things I'd like to know: first, will doctors care or interfere in any level if they see them? I can't let my parents know at all, and because my mother will be taking me to the hospital, I will have to ask her to leave the room during the vaccination, but I dont think it'll make a difference if they inform her afterwards. I have been told that doctors dont really give a shit because of their lack of time/the number of times they've seen these, but I dont know how true that is in india.

Second thing is, can I get the vaccine on my leg/thigh? I think that's the best way to go, but I know that using the upper arms for vaccines is standard practice, and thighs are used just for children. Do you think doctors will agree if I ask hard enough?

I am an adult and legally no longer dependent on my parent; that should be enough of a reason for them to not interfere, right? What do i say if they ask anyway? And if anyone can tell, will it make a difference if they are naval/military doctors, bc I'll be going to a military hospital for this.

Please help me with this, im desperate, and will do anything to ensure my parents dont get to know about this.

SYNOPSIS:

In a world of those who are eternal and those who are mortal resides something greater that neither could imagine. How many times have we thought that our lives are some sort of a simulation?

   After the brutal annihilation of her community by a mob of mortals, Zudora's centuries of silence following it were mistaken for her death, when it had been her preparation to make the mortals pay. Her return shook the city of Melvaris—for both mortals and immortals—with her army, the Phoenix.

   For Evelyn, the battle had cost her sister, Vince, and she abandoned the Armed Immortals’ Institute, convinced she was dead. After five decades of search, Alastair finds and convinces her to return, sharing only the half-truth: Vince was alive. The truth was, she was also their enemy.
   Elise Parker, a half-mortal and spy for the Institute who was once subjected to experimentation due to her immortality, was kidnapped by Zudora for intel. Sharing a past with her in the Syndicate, Institute’s enemy organisation, Alastair rescues her, but in his escape, he comes across Zudora. Triggered memories from the depths of his buried past help him recognise her—Alastair had also survived the mob that had slaughtered Zudora’s family, and she hates him for not being as vengeful as her.
Barely stitching the remains of Evelyn’s relationship with her sister like a frayed thread used to stitch a tear, the final unfolding days of the war give Vince limited time to make amends with everyone. The four, along with Elliot, an anomaly doctor, Quin, his odd assistant with a bloody past, Lucian, Alastair’s partner from Syndicate, and Myra, a young immortal Elise rescued, come together to defeat Zudora and the Phoenix. Evelyn is sent to disarm Zudora’s weapon—a nuclear time bomb—a suicide mission, with her only motivation being to see Vince again. But despite Evelyn being able to nullify the explosion’s impact, she doesn’t survive. Nonetheless, grieving isn’t an option.
   Elise finds the one behind the creation of immortals—the reason for the imbalance in this world—Lunocius, their creator, who created them as his puppets for his sadistic amusement. They walk into the final battlefield with unbandaged wounds to free themselves from the curse of immortality. Powerless against their creator, who can change fates with a flick of his wrist, unexpected help comes for them: Gods who have resented Lunocius’s acts since they had gifted the book that has created such despair and misery. Taking the book of creation from him, they return the world to how it had once begun: mortal, numbered lives, withering, rotting flowers, and animals that were all prey to one another.
   They return to a different home, one that Evelyn always wanted Vince to stay in—in the busy city of Dasmari. It takes time to adjust to their mortal bodies and relearn their purpose, but within a decade, they fulfil what every immortal secretly wished—a meaningful, mortal life.

PROLOGUE*:*

   The folktale spoke of a young God. Beautiful and timid and bashful before the other Gods, he was adored for the vast worlds of imagination he created. Lunocius, they called him.

   The Gods gave him a book with endless pages, empty and clean, for the day he turned twelve. They asked him to create the life and story, a place as beautiful as his fantasies. They gifted him a world of his own.

   He made the humans with their ephemeral life, trees whose leaves shed, flowers whose petals shrivelled, and animals that were hunted. Dying and transient. The Gods were displeased. They demanded that Lunocius create something like the Gods themselves. Something eternal. Crestfallen, he wrote again on the ceaseless pages.

   He created the immortals, undying and unchanging. At first, the Gods were content. They walked the earth in perpetuity. Some mortals knew them as myths—divines who lived among them in secrecy. Others saw them as threats. War broke out, bloody and horrific—an era that would forever taint their history for eons and eons to come. 

   The Gods were enraged and questioned why he would not make a world like his daydreams. Lunocius seemed oblivious. No one knew of the rotten, corrupt core of his sugar-coated stories beneath its surface, not even him. The Gods were horrified. They realised the evil corruption they were nursing and cast young Lunocius out to his own world of doom.

  As an outcast, Lunocius was rather delighted to have such a punishment. For eons, he lived among his own creation, writing their hopeless, miserable lives, never growing tired of the strings he held.

   For like the puppeteer he was, they were his marionettes.

~

FURTHER DETAILS:

I'm hoping to find someone who can give a reader's perspective on my book. Mostly, the feedback I wish for is on loopholes they might find, critiques of the writing style, mistakes in the writing (not referring to grammar or spelling mistakes) and anything critical that a reader may have. I am new to this, so I am open to any feedback and suggestions, but mostly the ones mentioned above. I am also struggling to find an appropriate genre for my book and to come up with a two-liner explanation or summary. I'd like your take on it once you're done reading, too.

While the manuscript is complete, it will be open for beta reading only by mid-June this year. Preferably, I'd like this done by mid-August, but I am flexible about it.

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CONTENT WARNING: The book contains mentions of self-h@rm and su*cide. Trigger warnings also apply to gore and abuse.

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My mom wants me to get the vaccination done, along with the booster. Ofc i have no problem with the vaccine itself. The problem is that no one at home knows about my sh. Vaccinations are usually given in the upper arm, and that's where all the scars are. I genuinely don't know what I am going to do bc there's no way to hide them; there are just too many, and they are huge and raised. My parents just can't know. Honestly, I have been dreading this since I came home for the summer.

I asked her if I could get the shot on my thigh, but she obv couldn't tell for sure, and I don't want to be forced to lift my sleeves once I am there. I searched on the internet, and found that shots to the thighs are usually done for children below 3, but it can be done for adults, and that arms are standard for adults simply because of the inconvenience of removing pants.

If anyone has been in a similar situation, please tell me what can be done. I definitely don't mind wearing shorts so that the doctor can give the shot in my leg. It's just that I want to make sure that the doctor won't deny the request. If anyone else any other way to handle this situation, please let me know, I'm so desperate rn istg. My parents knowing about my sh is the last thing I want, I can't imagine how things may go down