Visions of mega, ultra, unbelievable high rise towers are a stock off the shelf stuff for architects and tall building engineers. Clients and designers with delusions of grandeur, or need for PR to help fend off debtors and unwanted bastards, dream up these fantasies all the time. A crony and I worked up one to be 30 miles high located on at 14th Street, one gigantic foot to be hidden the shell of Cooper Union School of Architecture where puny versions of these things sprout regularly. They are all ridiculous dick-wavers, but fun to imagine dildoing the suffering planet when the banal peewees that you get to work are totally dismissable crap. Frank Lloyd Wright regularly published schemes for mile high buildings, variations cooked up to garner diverting attention when his debtors and ex-lovers beat on bunker. Still, fantasizing the monsters can be dangerous as having a heavily armed gorgon (LE, mil or citizenry) with nothing to do but parade, arms swap and kill almost unintentionally. Fantasizers of being above the clouds may neglect their mundane safety obligations and get you killed by their drug-crazed inattention to detail -- designers, dual-use exculpators too, also call their fuckups collateral damage. Then invite you to take a look at their fantasticly satisfying corrective, more expensive, grander, does not repeat history except as required to assure eternal gullibility. Listen, it's not just skyscrapers, others crave vast lebensraum, monochromic skin color, a single religion and language, a world without toxics and taxes, unlimited sex and amplifiers, elimination of differently humaned, an end to conflict or cleansing armageddon, no fences or property lines, shit, even some desk-squatter in London wants me out of my bunker or fork over fives time my income. Damn right I want to be above the shit level too. Here, look at this escape ladder drawing, available for a mere arm and leg rent on this bullseye.