Article: 261513 of talk.bizarre
From: Andrew Solberg <>
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Subject: 45x100
Date: 1 Dec 1995 21:31:51 -0500
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The Interceptor devoured the dashed line.  Its engine,
last of the V-8's, roared like Cerberus.  Its headlights
could barely pierce the night.

Toecutter had taken the driver's family.  They were dead --
and so, in a sense, was he.  Everybody was dead, including
Toecutter and his cronies.  It didn't help.

A brilliant flash filled the rearview mirror.  The Interceptor's
brakes squealed, and the man once called Max leapt
out to see the last remnants of civilization
die in atomic flame.

I'm truly empty, now, he thought.  Everything is
gone.  Only survival remains.  I'm a human Interceptor.

He was only fooling himself.

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