I once got zapped by lightning at the computer
while playing Call of Duty. I felt it thru the
mouse, a small jolt. The computer restarted
and we were both fine, but ever since then…
***I’ve got super powers.***
Technology sales by day, crime fighting by night…
my signal on the night sky: a green,
fully charged battery. It brings hope to the hopeless
and is the scourge of technophobes everywhere.
They call me, “Direct Current.”
What’s that? A cry for help?
A laser is shooting down all our satellites?
It’s obviously the dastardly devious deeds of
Doctor Disconnect, my arch nemesis!
I swoop in and overload his circuits.
Did someone say the Chinese are plotting to
sabotage American infrastructure?
Soon, I’m fighting ninja hackers in the reactor
of a nuclear power plant. Armed with
nunchucks and malware, they throw
high kicks, and I throw EMPs—from my mind!
No trouble is too small. Where there’s
techno woes there’s Direct Current!
I see an overwhelmed mother of three stepping
from her minivan while juggling groceries.
She’s about to drop her new phone on the driveway!
Swoosh—caught an inch before the ground!
I could do without the spandex
but grateful citizens and a key to the city—
these make my brushes with death, my sleep
deprivation, and the occasional static shock
totally worth it.