What would you know about me? what would your presumption about me be exactly? that I should go begging for your charity? And you waving your checkbook around like some magic wand is going to make me forget about how you and Elliot, how You and Elliot cut me out, Its my hard work, And MY research and you and Elliot make millions off it.
Year is 2078 your time continuim has dialated and is a blurry mess of consciousness, allowing to you experience life in a new way. The biker soars high above on his arches , he soars high above the crowd, the flame shining down from the arena adds to his flare. That moment of silence standing at the peak of his move.