Image: By Sicnag – 1964 Oldsmobile 442 2 door Hardtop, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=45448417
Machine magician, doctor of octane studies, wrench whisperer
Every one of those titles match well with her engine grease pedicure
Changing the blown out head gasket of an Oldsmobile 442
Her wizardry breathed life back into that smoke belching dragon
And by the end it bent to her will, purring with all eight cylinders
Now ready to consume as much blacktop and gasoline as could be reached by the tip of the pedal
It was the masterful application of her sorcery and to celebrate its completion she pushed her mount to the max
Causing twin black streaks as evidence of her passing as she rode the beast into the distance
Don’t tell me what to eat.
I listen to what my body needs.
Everything in there is a well-oiled machine.
That’s the reason I consume all the French fries I can.
How much would you pay for this?
You might think it would be hundreds of dollars
Perhaps even thousands
Everything is just $19.95 with a separate processing and handling fee
Make those phones ring now and we will double your order
And just pay a separate shipping fee
Credit cards and money orders are okay
However, just give us a direct line into your bank account
Now if you do that, we will pay the tax
It will change your life in ways you can’t imagine
Everyone call now. Our operators are standing by
Computer chips and meat meshed together was now his identity
You would think he would feel superior
But he felt definitely less than human
Of course, now he could now bench press a bus
Reality was he was a ghost in his own machine
Giving him a haunted look in his remaining eye
Flipping the switches caused the machine to rumble to life
Already the pressure began to build in the hydraulics
Increasing the mechanical advantage of his every move
Lifting the car over his head, Martin smiled maniacally
Something like that should scare Harvey, but Harvey was not impressed
As Martin sent the car flying into the wall, he turned towards Harvey
Feeling nervous yet Harvey? Don’t you wish you hadn’t given me this power?
Error was undone when Harvey released his dead man’s switch, shutting down the suit
Fumbling for words after typing over 250,000 of them, Ward began to hate his keyboard
Really it had to be that, or the computer itself, or maybe the lighting
Everything felt stale and lifeless no matter what he tried
Shutting down his machine, Ward was about to walk away, but decided to try again
He ended up setting fire to his house when the computer wouldn’t start.