"Yeah, it's the computer in my head. Calculates the trajectory in advance. And 2015."
He says it pretty casually, like everybody's got computers in their heads. They don't, and doesn't he know it, but it's just a fact of life for Midnighter. He's never known a life where his mind wasn't shared with a device constantly calculating the best thousand ways to kill everyone he comes into contact with.
Midnighter brings the horse up to a trot, and begins the process of kicking some of its extra armor off. The horse doesn't need armor; it's just extra weight.
¯_(ツ)_/¯ its all good bro
He says it pretty casually, like everybody's got computers in their heads. They don't, and doesn't he know it, but it's just a fact of life for Midnighter. He's never known a life where his mind wasn't shared with a device constantly calculating the best thousand ways to kill everyone he comes into contact with.
Midnighter brings the horse up to a trot, and begins the process of kicking some of its extra armor off. The horse doesn't need armor; it's just extra weight.