BREDERET!\n\nKru kamera, yang tadinya bersiap mengikuti jalur yang diperkirakan akan dilalui Fatih, langsung mengarahkan kamera mereka secara serentak. Mereka membidik mobil yang melintasi lintasan hingga akhirnya menabrak dinding ban dengan kecepatan lebih dari 321 km/jam. Mereka mempertahankan bidikan tersebut, fokus sepenuhnya pada tempat kejadian. Kamera lain yang mengambil sudut lebih luas melakukan *zoom out* untuk memperlihatkan parahnya kerusakan pada dinding ban, sementara lokasi kecelakaan masih diselimuti debu pekat akibat mobil yang menerjang kerikil.\n\nSemua orang yang menonton menahan napas, bertanya-tanya apakah pebalap muda di dalam mobil itu baik-baik saja. Berbeda dengan tayangan balapan biasa yang biasanya sudah memutar ulang kejadian, mereka hanya disuguhi siaran langsung debu yang perlahan-lahan mereda.\n\n.......\n\n{Fatih, kamu tidak apa-apa?} Suara James terdengar penuh kecemasan sembari menatap layar yang tak memperlihatkan apa pun selain debu. Ketika tidak ada jawaban, ia memejamkan mata sejenak, berdoa agar tidak terjadi hal buruk sebelum bertanya lagi, {Fatih, kamu tidak apa-apa?}\n\nSekali lagi, jawaban yang diharapkan tak kunjung datang. Sebelum ia sempat bertanya untuk kesekian kalinya, sebuah komunikasi radio masuk ke salurannya dari pusat kendali Milton Keynes yang memantau seluruh sirkuit. {Mobil medis telah dikerahkan. Sensor mencatat G-force melebihi 55g.}\n\nBegitu James mendengar bahwa Fatih baru saja mengalami lebih dari 55G dalam kecelakaan itu, rasanya jantungnya copot. Ia bertanya lagi, {Fatih, kamu tidak apa-apa?}, dengan nada yang sedikit lebih panik dari sebelumnya.\n\nSekali berkali-kali ia tidak mendapat tanggapan, tetapi kemudian sesuatu terjadi di layar yang memberinya sedikit ketenangan. Kamera memperbesar gambar ke arah mobil saat debu mulai menipis, menampakkan sesosok tubuh yang melemparkan kemudi ke area kerikil sebelum bangkit dari kokpit. Sosok itu berdiri diam sejenak, memandangi tempat mobilnya kehilangan kendali sebelum berbalik menatap kendaraan yang mogok itu dengan berkacak pinggang, persis seperti seorang investigator tempat kejadian perkara alih-alih orang yang baru saja mengalami kecelakaan hebat.\n\nSetelah berdiri diam selama tiga detik saja, ia berjalan ke arah kemudi yang terjatuh, memungutnya, berjalan kembali ke mobil, dan memasangnya kembali pada kolom kemudi tepat saat petugas lintasan dari pos terdekat tiba.\n\nBarulah saat itulah James menghela napas lega, baru menyadari bahwa tangannya sedari tadi gemetar. {Fatih, kamu tidak apa-apa?} tanyanya untuk keempat kalinya.\n\nKali ini, alih-alih keheningan, Fatih akhirnya menekan tombol radio sementara di dadanya dan berkata, {Aku baik-baik saja. Kurasa kalian harus memeriksa datanya; remnya mengunci padahal aku hanya menekan pedal rem sekitar lima puluh persen saat memasuki tikungan.} Ia langsung mulai melakukan *debrief* atas situasi tersebut.\n\n{Nanti kita periksa itu. Tunggu mobil medis menjemputmu dan pergi ke pusat medis dulu untuk sekarang,} kata James, berusaha menyembunyikan rasa tidak percaya. Siapa di dunia ini yang langsung mulai menyimpulkan penyebab kecelakaan beberapa saat setelah keluar dari tabrakan seberat itu?\n\n{Baiklah,} kata Fatih, sambil mengacungkan jempol kepada para petugas lintasan yang membawa alat pemadam api, bersiap untuk memadamkan potensi kebakaran yang untungnya tidak pernah terjadi.\n\n.......\n\n"Kalau aku berada di posisi mereka, aku pasti mengira kamu sedang berusaha menutupi kesalahanmu," suara Apollo terdengar, tertawa membayangkan reaksi orang-orang di ujung sana yang sempat ketakutan setengah mati.\n\n"Butuh waktu sesaat untuk memulihkan diri," kata Fatih sambil menatap layar telemetri Sistem di depannya, yang menampilkan puncak G-force yang ia alami dalam kecelakaan tersebut. Ia ingat tingkat benturan itu berada di kisaran yang sama dengan yang dialami Max Verstappen dalam benturannya dengan Hamilton di sirkuit yang sama ini—sebuah kecelakaan yang, dalam garis waktu aslinya, baru akan terjadi lima tahun lagi.\n\nYang membuatnya heran, kecelakaan seberat itu hanya butuh waktu sejenak bagi tubuhnya untuk menyesuaikan diri sebelum ia merasa normal dan bisa bergerak seperti biasa, dengan sedikit jeda ringan yang memudar di tiap detik yang berlalu.\n\n"Tubuh *Sponge Body*-mu sedang melakukan tugasnya, tapi berhati-hatilah agar tidak mencoba mencari batas kemampuannya," jawab Apollo tepat saat mobil medis berhenti di tepi lintasan. Dokter di dalam mobil itu langsung turun dan berlari ke arah Fatih.\n\nFatih tidak menunggu mereka, ia mulai berjalan menghampiri mobil yang terparkir itu.\n\n"Kamu merasa baik-baik saja? Ada rasa tidak nyaman, pusing, atau sensasi aneh apa pun?" kata dokter itu setibanya di dekat Fatih, langsung memegang sisi kiri tubuhnya untuk dijadikan pegangan saat mereka berjalan bersama menuju mobil medis dengan langkah lambat.\n\n"Aku tidak merasakan hal yang aneh, dan kurasa semuanya baik-baik saja," jawab Fatih tanpa bertele-tele, karena ia tidak melihat alasan untuk berbohong.\n\n"Kita akan mengetahuinya setelah kamu menjalani pemeriksaan untuk melihat apakah ada masalah internal," kata dokter itu saat pengemudi medis membukakan pintu belakang untuk Fatih masuk. Mereka langsung meninggalkan lokasi kejadian dan menuju pusat medis untuk pemeriksaan. Tidak perlu pergi ke rumah sakit karena pusat medis di sana sudah memiliki semua peralatan yang diperlukan.\n\n.......\n\nSementara Fatih pergi, proses evakuasi mobil pun dimulai. Traktor dan truk tiba di lokasi kejadian, dan beberapa menit kemudian, mobil dengan sisi kiri yang hancur total itu dinaikkan ke atas traktor. Truk tersebut kemudian mulai menuju ke jalur pit untuk mengantarkannya, sementara para petugas lintasan dan teknisi mulai memperbaiki pembatas lintasan yang bergeser dan sedikit bergeser dari posisi aslinya akibat hantaman keras, yang juga merobek lapisan luar dinding ban.\n\n......\n\n"Sekarang setelah kita memastikan dia baik-baik saja, putar ulang *lap* dari awal," Helmut Marko, yang terdiam sepanjang proses kecelakaan dan evakuasi, akhirnya angkat bicara. Ia ingin melihat rekaman ulang dari aksi mengemudinya, sama sekali tidak mengkhawatirkan biaya perbaikan mahal yang harus mereka hadapi. Sebaliknya, ia hampir tersenyum di dalam hati.\n\nIa tahu bahwa kecelakaan yang mengakhiri sesi latihan sementara pebalap lain menyelesaikan sesi latihan mereka tanpa insiden tidak akan menghasilkan apa-apa selain menambah tekanan pada Fatih. Besok, mobilnya seharusnya sudah siap, dan jika ia dinyatakan sehat oleh pusat medis, ia seharusnya bisa melanjutkan latihannya. Di sisi lain, dua pebalap lainnya harus memperpanjang sesi mereka hari ini untuk mengambil alih jatah waktu Fatih, memberi mereka pemahaman yang jauh lebih baik tentang sirkuit dan mobil sebagai persiapan menghadapi format balapan hari ketiga.\n\nHanya butuh beberapa detik sebelum video *lap* tersebut mulai diputar di layar, dan ia fokus sepenuhnya menyaksikannya.\n\n"Jeda di situ," kata Helmut setelah video berjalan selama tiga puluh detik. "Tunjukkan sudut kamera samping dari *lap* tersebut."\n\nBeberapa detik kemudian, video dimulai dari saat Fatih selesai berputar dan mengembalikan mobil menghadap ke arah yang benar. Kali ini, Helmut tidak memfokuskan perhatiannya pada apa pun selain setir. Ia menyadari betapa mulusnya Fatih dalam melibas tikungan, yang membuatnya penasaran dengan input kemudinya. Sebagai mantan pebalap, ia tahu betapa sulitnya melakukan hal tersebut bahkan dengan segudang pengalaman, terlebih lagi pada percobaan pertama.\n\nDan benar saja, pemandangan itu terpampang di hadapannya. Ia menyaksikan input kemudi Fatih yang terasa begitu mulus seolah-olah telah dianimasikan atau dilatih sebelumnya. Saat setir diputar, kemudi langsung mengarah ke titik yang ia inginkan, tanpa memerlukan penyesuaian mikro yang biasanya dibutuhkan oleh banyak pebalap. Input tersebut mengalir mulus dari tikungan awal menuju *apex* hingga keluar tikungan; semuanya dilakukan dalam satu gerakan tunggal, tanpa koreksi mikro yang biasa terjadi. Ia mendapati dirinya terpesona sebelum pemandangan itu terganggu secara mendadak saat kemudi seolah memiliki kehendaknya sendiri, berbelok sebelum mobil kehilangan kendali, meluncur di atas kerikil, dan menghantam dinding.\n\nSekalipun kecelakaannya berlangsung cepat, tidak butuh pengamatan ekstra untuk melihat apa yang Fatih lakukan saat kejadian itu berlangsung secara langsung. Begitu dipastikan mobil berada dalam posisi yang tidak bisa diselamatkan, tangan Fatih langsung lepas dari kemudi lalu diletakkan menyilang membentuk huruf X di depan dadanya untuk mengantisipasi benturan. Beberapa detik setelah mobil berhenti, ia langsung menekan tombol netral di setir untuk melepaskan gigi.\n\n"Tunjukkan telemetri saat kecelakaan terjadi," kata Helmut, tersadar dari lamunannya.\n\nTelemetri ditampilkan, dan hal itu mengungkap fakta menakjubkan lainnya. Begitu kendali hilang, pedal gas langsung diangkat sementara pedal rem dan kopling diinjak secara bersamaan, di mana Fatih mengikuti seluruh instruksi keselamatan secara akurat dalam waktu sepersekian detik.\n\nSaat Helmut hendak memberikan instruksi lain, sesuatu pada grafik telemetri menarik perhatiannya: detak jantung Fatih.\n\nDenyut jantungnya tetap sama secara menakutkan dari sebelum kecelakaan, selama kecelakaan itu terjadi, hingga setelah benturan keras yang ditunjukkan grafik G-Faktor melonjak drastis, seolah-olah tubuhnya sama sekali tidak memicu respons *fight-or-flight* (lawan atau lari).\n\nItu adalah pemandangan pertama kali seumur hidupnya. "Kalian yakin sensor detak jantungnya berfungsi? Kenapa angkanya bisa seperti itu?" tanyanya pada diri sendiri, mencari penjelasan lain selain kemungkinan yang tidak masuk akal tersebut.\n\n"Ya, angkanya benar. Angka itu terus diperbarui bahkan setelah ia keluar dari mobil, jadi itu bukan sebuah kesalahan," jawab salah satu insinyur di ruangan itu dengan nada yang menyiratkan ketidakpercayaan yang jelas.\n\n"Jadi maksud kalian dia tidak merasa takut dalam kecelakaan seperti itu?" Helmut mendapati dirinya menoleh ke arah sang insinyur dengan tatapan tak percaya.\n\n"Hasil yang sama juga muncul saat kita melihat telemetri setelah mobilnya berputar saat keluar dari jalur pit, jadi kurasa itu bukan sebuah kesalahan," jawab insinyur tersebut sambil menyoroti putaran mesin Fatih saat mobilnya berputar.\n\n"Apakah hal seperti itu mungkin terjadi?" tanya insinyur yang lain.\n\n"Itu hanya mungkin terjadi jika seseorang tidak pernah merasa takut atau merasa cukup dalam bahaya untuk memicu respons wajar apa pun," jawab sang insinyur sambil menyeret pengatur waktu pada tayangan video dan mengubah sudutnya ke arah yang memperlihatkan tubuh bagian atas Fatih tepat sebelum kecelakaan. Ia memutarnya sambil berkata, "Perhatikan reaksinya. Apakah itu terlihat seperti seseorang yang sedang mengalami situasi *fight-or-flight*?"\n\nKarena cuaca mendung, helm yang dikenakan Fatih menggunakan lapisan *tear-off* yang bening, sehingga matanya tampak jelas melalui kaca visornya. Dan dari matanya, sama sekali tidak terlihat adanya kepanikan.\n\n"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA," Helmut Marko mendapati dirinya tertawa. Tawanya bermula dengan suara rendah pada awalnya, sebelum semakin keras hingga semua orang di ruangan itu mendengarnya tertawa selama tiga puluh detik berikutnya.\n\n"Siapkan ringkasan insiden dan penyebab kecelakaan itu. Aku akan berada di ruanganku menunggu laporan pemeriksaan medisnya," katanya sambil menutup satu-satunya mata yang berfungsi sejenak sebelum meninggalkan ruangan.\n\n"Apakah dia bersemangat atau takut kalau-kalau ada yang tidak beres dengan Fatih?" tanya salah seorang insinyur begitu pintu tertutup, karena tawa itu sama sekali tidak masuk akal.
Bab 211: Silverstone | Fatih Yıldırım III
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BAAAAAAAAM!
The camera crew, who were about to follow Fatih’s expected path, immediately whipped their cameras around, tracking the car as it slid until it crashed into the tire wall at over 321 km/h. They held the shot, focusing entirely on the scene. Another camera, capturing a wider angle, zoomed out to show the significant deformation of the tire wall, even as the crash site remained shrouded in dust kicked up by the car digging through the gravel.
Everyone watching held their breath, wondering if the young driver inside was alright. Unlike a typical race feed that would already be showing replays, they were left with the live shot of the dust slowly clearing.
.......
{Fatih, are you okay?} James’s voice was full of worry as he stared at the screen showing nothing but dust. When he received no answer, he closed his eyes for a moment, praying nothing bad had happened before asking again, {Fatih, are you okay?}
Once again, the expected response didn’t come. Before he could ask again, a radio communication came through his feed from the Milton Keynes control center, which was monitoring the entire track. {Medical car has been deployed. G-force in excess of 55g has been logged on the sensors.}
The moment James heard that Fatih had just experienced more than 55G in the crash, he felt his heart drop. He asked again, {Fatih, are you okay?} his voice was slightly more desperate than before.
Again, he received no response, but then something happened on the screen that brought momentary relief. The camera zoomed in on the car as the dust started to settle, revealing a figure throwing a steering wheel into the gravel before rising from the cockpit. The figure stood still for a moment, looking at where the car had lost control before turning back to the stranded vehicle, hands on hips, as if they were a scene investigator rather than the one who had just crashed.
After only three seconds of standing still, he walked to where the steering wheel had fallen, picked it up, walked back to the car, and reinserted it onto the steering column just as the marshal from the nearest post arrived.
Only then did James release a sigh of relief, realizing his hands were shaking. {Fatih, are you okay?} he asked for the fourth time.
This time, instead of silence, Fatih finally pressed the temporary radio button on his chest and said, {I’m fine. I think you need to check the data; the brakes locked when I only applied about fifty percent of brake pressure going into the corner.} He immediately started debriefing the situation.
{We will check on it later. Wait for the medical car to pick you up and take you to the medical center for now,} James said, trying to hide his disbelief. Who on earth would start deducing the cause of a crash moments after getting out of such a heavy impact?
{Okay,} Fatih said, giving a thumbs-up to the marshals who were carrying fire extinguishers, ready to douse any potential fire, which thankfully never started.
.......
"If I were on the other side, I would think you are trying to cover for your mistake," Apollo’s voice was heard, laughing as he imagined the reaction of those on the other end of the radio who had feared the worst.
"That took a moment to recover from," Fatih said as he looked at the system telemetry screen in front of him, showing the peak G-force he experienced in the crash. He remembered it was in the same range Max Verstappen would experience in his clash with Hamilton on this same track, a crash that, in his current timeline, was five years away.
What surprised him was that such a heavy crash only took a moment for his body to adjust before he felt normal and could move as usual, with just some slight lag that was fading with each passing second.
"Your sponge-like body is just doing its job, but be careful not to try and find its limit," Apollo answered just as the medical car came to a stop on the track. The doctor in the car immediately got out and started running toward Fatih.
Fatih didn’t wait for them, starting to walk towards the parked car.
"Are you feeling okay? Any sort of discomfort, dizziness, or any weird feeling?" the doctor said as he reached Fatih, immediately holding his left side to act as leverage as they walked together towards the medical car at a slow pace.
"I don’t feel anything weird, and I think everything is fine," Fatih said without beating around the bush, seeing no reason to lie.
"We will know about it once you undergo a checkup to see if there is any internal problem," the doctor said as the medical driver opened the rear door for Fatih to get in. They immediately left the scene and headed to the medical center for checkups. There was no need to go to the hospital, as the medical center had all the necessary equipment.
.......
While Fatih was away, the recovery process for the car began. A tractor and truck arrived at the scene, and a few minutes later, the car, with its left side completely battered, was loaded onto the tractor. The truck then started heading to the pit lane to deliver it while marshals and technicians began repairing the barrier, which had been rattled and slightly moved from its original position by the heavy crash, also tearing the outer cover of the tire wall.
......
"Now that we have confirmed that he is fine, replay the lap from the start," Helmut Marko, who had been silent through the crash and recovery process, finally spoke. He wanted to see a replay of the drive, not in the least worried about the heavy repair costs they were going to face. On the contrary, he was almost smiling on the inside.
He knew that a race-ending crash while the other drivers completed their practice sessions crash-free would do nothing but increase the pressure on Fatih. By tomorrow, the car should be ready, and if he is cleared by the medical center, he should be able to resume his practice. The other two drivers, on the other hand, were going to have their sessions extended today to take over Fatih’s time, giving them a much better understanding of the track and the cars in preparation for the third day’s race format.
It only took a few seconds before the video of the lap started playing on the screen, and he was fully focused on watching it.
"Pause it there," Helmut said after only thirty seconds into the video. "Show me the side camera angle of the lap."
A few seconds later, the video started from after he did the spin and returned the car to face the right direction. This time, Helmut didn’t focus on anything other than the steering wheel. He had noticed how smooth Fatih’s cornering was, making him curious about his steering inputs. As a former racer himself, he knew how difficult it was to do that even with experience, and even more so on the first try.
And there it was, in front of him. He witnessed Fatih’s steering inputs, which felt like they were animated or pre-practiced based on how smooth they were. When the steering wheel was turned, it was turned to where he wanted, and no micro-adjustments that many drivers needed were required. The inputs flowed smoothly from the initial turn to the apex to the exit; everything was being done in one motion, without any of the usual micro-corrections. He found himself mesmerized by them before they were abruptly interrupted the moment the steering wheel seemed to have a mind of its own, turning before the car lost control, slid through the gravel, and hit the wall.
Although the crash was fast, it didn’t take too much attention to see what Fatih was doing while it was happening in real time. The moment it was clear that the car was in an unrecoverable position, his hands immediately left the steering wheel before he placed them in an X shape in front of him, bracing for impact. Moments after the car stopped, he immediately pressed the neutral button on the steering wheel to disengage the gear.
"Show me the telemetry during the crash," Helmut said, waking from his daze.
The telemetry was shown, and it revealed another amazing aspect. The moment control was lost, the throttle pedal was immediately lifted while the brake pedal and clutch were pressed at once, as Fatih followed all of the safety instructions to the letter in an instant.
Just as Helmut was about to give another instruction, something on the telemetry feed caught his attention: Fatih’s heart rate.
The heartbeat remained scarily the same from before the crash, all the way through it, and even after the heavy impact that the G-chart showed had gone through the roof, as if his body never triggered the fight-or-flight response.
It was a first in his life. "Are you sure the heartbeat sensors were working? Why are the numbers like that?" he found himself asking, looking for another explanation other than the improbable one.
"Yes, they are correct. They kept updating even after he got out of the car, so it is not a mistake," one of the engineers in the room answered, disbelief clear in their tone as well.
"So you are telling me he wasn’t scared in such a crash?" Helmut found himself turning to the engineer with a look of disbelief.
"The same results come up when we look at the telemetry after the car spun when he left the pit lane, so I don’t think it is a mistake," the engineer answered as he highlighted Fatih’s RPM during the spin.
"Is that even possible?" another engineer asked.
"It is only possible if the individual never felt fear or felt in danger enough to trigger any of the reasonable responses," the engineer answered while dragging the timer on the video feed and changing the angle to one that showed Fatih’s upper body just before the crash. He played it while saying, "Look at his reaction. Does that look like someone who is in a fight-or-flight situation?"
Due to the weather being cloudy, the helmet Fatih was wearing had clear tear-offs, which allowed his eyes to be captured through his visor. And from his eyes, no sort of panic could be seen at all.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA," Helmut Marko found himself laughing. It started in a low voice at first, before it got louder to the point that everyone in the room heard him laughing for the next thirty seconds.
"Prepare a summary of the incident and the cause of the crash. I will be in my office waiting for his medical exam report," he said as he covered his only working eye for a moment before he left the room.
"Is he excited or afraid that something might be wrong with Fatih?" one of the engineers asked the moment the door was closed, as that laughter made no sense at all.
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