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Urban VoomYellowlight city notices a car
through it and out the other side,
SplooshThe aliens won't come
They've heard it all
Waterball Earth will wibble around on its own
Wibble wibble wibble
Clip clop corridorWhite white lights and a deep deep hum
send me back to my ward
(nice and dark)
PshhhhAll the world's an engine room
All orange cogs and steam and sweat
And if it gets any more crowded in here
We're not gonna care if it breaks down
City 21The city is full of pianos
And wrists to play them
Black dresses and pearls
Jazz bands and jazz hands
Escape PlanSilver didn't like himself sometimes; being near-immortal and not really finding anything new about himself wasn't always a barrel of laughs.
He won't go back in time to reverse the procedure. He knows what happens when you try. Others have tried, though... not everyone is a big fan of Silver, including some folks with time machines and a lot of time. They'd love to see him off the scene. Operation Universifix went from 70ish to 90% coverage around the timebubble he joined. They're at a steady 98% now. They still can't get any coverage around the beginning of the timeiverse: they're waiting for another hero.
They've had many heroes come and go. They're all still around, in a way. You can catch them in their future missions. The old protocol says you can visit anyone on their future missions, past missions, anywhere - as long as you don't say a word about what gets them in the end.
But really, it makes no difference - they can see it in your eyes. They know you know. And they wouldn't l
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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