The Super Suit
“Ezra! This is my mom’s car, could you not drive like you’re racing in the Indy 500.”
“You’re right, we’re not racing in the Indy 500, but we are racing to save a man’s life. Plus, it’s not like I own a Batmobile, or a car in general. So we have no choice but to utilize your mom’s sweet ride.”
“You know, with the Super Suit, you wouldn’t need a Batmobile, or my mom’s sweet ride. You could fly, shoot lasers, and could even have x-ray vision. With a press of a button, you could save thous---“
“Harrison, I said no two months ago and I’m saying no now. Anyone could easily manipulate technology. Plus, having powers doesn’t make your life perfect. Look at Batman, he doesn’t have powers and he’s the best hero in Gotham. Just like I’m Smallville’s best hero.”
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Nevertheless, what we do have is technology and my great brain power. Come on Ezra, stop being stubborn and see the bigger picture.”
The car zoomed into Small Inn’s parking lot, halting to an unsettling stop. “We’ve arrived. Gear up,” Ezra said with a chill in his voice.
Ezra and Harrison suited up and departed from the 2006 Toyota Camry. The sound of their rigid, fast-paced steps up the creaking, wooden stairs was the only noise echoing in the air, until---BOOM. At first they assumed it was a fire work, but off it went again, BOOM. As if it was a reflex, they ran straight to apartment B16 and kicked down the door. The duo would have been overjoyed to witness anything other than the devastating scene displayed in front of them. The sight was horrendous; they stayed in the room no more than 10 seconds, the silence echoing between them. Ezra then abruptly exited the room, breaking off the silence. “Make the
Would you do whatever it takes to help your society? Well, Harrison Bergeron would, even if it means causing danger. Harrison got taken away by the H-G men because he’s very strong and nobody could control him. He then escaped jail and announced that he wants to take over the government. This is why he is a danger to their society.
“It's not who I am underneath, but what I do that defines me.” Batman mutters under his
He says that it is harder for him to doubt something deliberate, and the idea that he can have opportunities that are up to him to decide that fate of an outcome. He goes on to say that we must be wiser with our principles and start adjusting our theories to our data and avoid tailoring our data to our theories.
The faded voices of choir singers are muffled by a roaring explosion. The sounds from the crumbling building spread down the block. Worn-down bricks, knocked out from underneath each another. Shards of colored glass, shot into the air. Chucks of wood and rubbish litter the sidewalk. Thick smoke and fearful screams saturate the air. A mother’s worse nightmare.
"Geez, man," Bobby said. I looked toward the passenger seat as the Plymouth dug into the arc of the curve. Bobby’s eyes were wide.
“This is crazy, two or three of us could push this damn car out of the way.” Jimmy says. “Come on, who’s with me?” He asks moving towards the car.
“Can I kill him? Can this be the end? No, it’s not going to work.”
“Don’t be so sure,” Merlin implied. “Magical things can happen to anyone.” A thought popped into Merlin’s head. “Boy, how would you like to see even more advanced mechanical weapons?”
“Yes I did because you deserve it,each of your brothers got there own car and so do you.Ellie you lifted the family up when your father died and I can’t thank you enough.”
Albert Einstein once said, “It has become appallingly obvious that our technology has exceeded our humanity.”
As I exit the truck I can see panic in everyone’s eyes and hear crying as people watch the house in flames. There was fire everywhere; the roof was on fire, fire was coming through the windows and doorways. There was a very strong smell that took over the whole street, like melted materials and scorched
I haven’t ever driven Kyle’s car before, because it is new. I also don’t have the greatest history with cars. I am a good driver, the only thing is that, not all of the other people that drive are good drivers. But since this was a 13 hour drive Kyle and I took turns driving. I’m sure she had the capability to drive all the way there herself, but I offered to drive part of the way and as long as I promised that nothing bad would happen to her car, her, or me, she was fine with letting me drive. She drove for the first four hours, and then we made a stop for food and bathroom breaks. After that, I got to drive. Let me be the first to tell you that Kyle’s car is a Volkswagen Passat 2013 V6. That car is smooth fast and feels like a racecar when you are behind the wheel. Not that I have ever driven a racecar, still. It was so satisfying. In Kansas, I ended up getting pulled over… So, Kyle took over driving
“Daddy!” I yell excitedly, “This bike is so pretty!” The bike is all mine and my Daddy’s secret.
In the pits, Rory headed towards the new driver's car. Offering his hand he said, "Not bad, you put up quite a challenge. Rory Carter is the name."
Thomas angrily tried to put his foot on the break. The cars honked and swerved out of the way. Thomas got his foot on the beak and swerved hard but it was too late. A semi-truck rammed into their back tier. The car was launched to the curb and flipped over the wall. They were falling and falling fast. The car rolled so many times it made them sick. They fell for what seemed like forever. Rolling, rolling, and rolling. Falling fast, faster than anything. Thomas sees the ground AND.