This is one of the most important moments in your life. Nothing will ever be the same. We might get rich. We might get killed. We might just have an adventure or lean something. But we have been changed. We are standing close the Heraclitean fire, feeling its heat on our faces.

The Deliverator's car has enough potential energy packed into its batteries to fire a pound of bacon into the Asteroid Belt. Unlike a bimbo box or a Burb beater, the Deliverator's car unloads that power through gaping, gleaming, polished, sphincters. When the Deliverator puts the hammer down, shit happens.

He had spoken with such absolute confidence that I knew he had to be blowing this out of his rectal orifice.

Seven billion who need to be kept happy, and docile, until the end. How do you do that? What's the best way to calm down a scared kid, get them to go back to sleep? Tell them a story. Some shit about Jesus or whatever.

But if life were a mellow elementary school run by well-meaning education Ph.D.s, the Deliverator__ report card would say: "Hiro is so bright and creative but needs to work harder on his cooperation skills.

It is one thing to be clever and another to be wise.