I was sitting next to Donny in what I ever so affectionately call the Batmobile, and I was marvelling at the gadgets. "What's the red button do? Can I press it? "
"It's the passenger seat ejection button. You can press it but you'll die."
I pause to consider this.
"How would I eject? There's no sunroof. "
"There will be." (i.e., once I eject)
Pause. Next gadget.
"How come that thing stuck to your windshield talks to you?" "Where does this wire go to?" et cetera et cetera
Donny sighs.
"Donny?"
Donny's concentrating on sticking his arm out the window to signal, since, believe it or not, his blinker doesn't work. But he hears me.
"Yes, Claire?"
"What would you do if there weren't any gadgets?"
His cat eyes turn to me.
"I'd make them."
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