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As they drove down 18th November St she watched the people go by and then she saw pointing to the Gulf. She looked out the other window towards the water and she saw what people were stoping to see. A squadron of manta rays were flying over the glassy waters of the Gulf of Oman, entering again with no splash and then staying mid flight for an odd amount of time. 

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Lobster stood at his helm. He separated his fingers at their web and slipped them and his thumbs into his control panel like a glove. In front of him a wall of screens lit up. All of humans moving in situations. All over the world. The real world was reality television to him, just entertainment he controlled. 

His lair was underwater with his Manta Rays. Lobster was not his name. Lobster was a man about and for himself first then what he thought best, not the highest amount of money. Lobster had a goal and funding to reach it. 

The nerves at the tips of his fingers had an instantaneous coupling with the individuals on the screens. He could know everything about an individual if he could capture them on the screen and from there he controlled what they saw. They moved how they chose, he just controlled what they saw.