Vic’s not like us. He’s f***ing Cyborg! A real superhero. He can use his computer thingie, bust himself free, I don’t know… send a text to Batman.
There is no reality. There is only perception. The way we see things. The way we see ourselves. Then there’s how we see each other.
Rita, honey. It’s Jane. I got you a vanilla latte. Also, get the f*** out of there before I rip your f***ing face off!
Ready for a story about superheroes? Ugh. More TV superheroes, just what the world needs. Be honest, have you hung yourself yet? Or, what if I told you this was actually a story about super-zeroes? Losers, achingly pathetic meta-human goose eggs. How about it? Ready to feel better about your own miserable lives for the next hour or so? Follow me.