You shouldn’t be doing this. You really shouldn’t be doing this. At all.”
I paused and looked over my shoulder. TW floated just a few feet behind me, like a ghost, though he was actually just the holographic representation of the artificial intelligence that inhabited the Trickshot Watch. He resembled my Grandfather with his gray hair and sweater vest, though his bluish, transparent hue made it impossible to mistake him for the real thing. He was also doing a good representation of Grandfather’s disapproving frown at the moment.
“Come on, TW,” I said, looking back toward the street below, “it’s not every day that you get to see one of the best superheroes in the country visit your home city.”
“You should be training,” said TW. He gestured at the summer sky. “Look at how clear and bright
