2 (part 2)
Hundreds if not thousands of machines lay on shelves going all the way back to the wall, which itself was only barely visible. “Tesla what in the Hell bellow is all this?” “Sam these are all inventions that I never introduced to the world due to their potential destructivity or in some cases inventions I was ordered to make and backed out for fear of how they would be used.” For the next twenty or so minutes Tesla would pick various inventions off the shelves and explain them as if he were a child at show and tell, though given Twains reaction it was more akin to a child doing show and tell to the wrong classroom in the wrong school. “This one is my favorite, I call it ‘The Paralysphere’ you throw it at someone and a mix of electricity and vibrations move the person, temporarily crippling them.” Twain was increasingly confused “Tesla, while all of these are impressive, what exactly are you trying to get at?” Tesla put down the sphere “Exactly what you said Sam, someone needs to stop there parasites of society! Those someone’s should be us.” “Tesla are you out of your damned mind? Even if that made sense, which it doesn’t, we are not the men to do this. There is a century of years between the two of us, a duo of justice we are not” exasperated Twain. “But Sam it’s like you said earlier, how do you want to make history? We can die slowly slipping into dementia and decaying away, or we can die as heroes protecting everything we know as right! You remember last night; vitality is wasted on the ignorant youths. I can’t trust them with my inventions they are far too impulsive.” “Tesla, you are certifiable, though it is better to die on your feet than to live on your ass. Where’s our first stop since you seem to have everything figured out?” asked Twain. “That’s the one part I have no idea on, but thankfully we are in New York city so we can work from the bottom up.”
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