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Driving down the highway a station wagon pulls up next to me, white, possibly a taurus. Our cars become one as we travel at parallel paths with equal speeds, hovering over the giant belt sander below us. Front right: a young girl of maybe 6 lies peaceful and iridescent. A wave of power breaks as a thought ignites: I am in control. Control of your life, everything you will be and everything you could be. All those you will influence and all those who will influence you could be undone with the flick of my trembling wrist, your complete impact on this planet from this point on eradicated. Oh, it will be in the newspapers; 3rd page if you're lucky. No picture, mortal photography is illegal you know(what channel is braveheart on tonight...). A brief write-up will be shown for those who bother to read it and say 'oh that's unfortunate.' Than it will be forgotten. We will be forgotten. This thought is forgotten; there's my exit.