Prompt #1

[extremeways]

David glanced at the speedometer; he could see that he was going over a hundred. He was weaving his way through the few cars on the road - at three o’clock in the morning on a Monday night, most people were in bed - and he was going over a hundred miles per hour. A small voice within him noted that this was probably a dangerous thing to do; the

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[genetic_fate]

This is really rather beautiful.