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of course, i had a dream.
well, it was more like flashes.
"you've been called the davinci of our times? what do you say to that?"
"absolutely ridiculous. i don't paint."
"and what do you say to your other nickname? the merchant of death?"
"that's not bad."
my body surged forward.
"i have run simulations on every known element, and none can serve as a viable replacement for the palladium core. you are running out of both time and options. unfortunately, the device that's keeping you alive is also killing you."
once again, i lurched forward.
"wow, does he need cpr? because i know cpr."
another flash.
"i don't see what the problem is? you're about to be the last eligible man in new york. you know there's three and a half million women out here..."
"yeah, i'd settle for just one."
another flash.
"the world will be his. the universe, yours. and the humans, what can they do but burn?"
my body surged forward.
"focus up, ladies. good evening, and welcome to the birthing suite. i'm pleased to announce the imminent arrival of your bouncing, bad-ass, baby brother."
once again, i lurched forward.
"your birthright was to die as a child. cast out onto a frozen rock. if i had not taken you in you would not be here now to hate me."
another flash.
"hey, fellas. either of you know where the smithsonian is? we're here to pick up a fossil."
