Four strangers, Steve, Joan, Carl, and Bret sit on a mostly empty New York City subway car.
Steve: (to Joan) Excuse me, do you have the time?
Joan: Sorry, no, I don’t.
Bret: (leaping to his feet and out of his seat) AHA! I have the time! HAHA! The information is readily available to me as it is shown constantly on the face of this wristwatch! It’s attached to me! I bring time itself with me from place to place as I move about! Time stops for no man, but it can do little more than complain about the life of bondage I have imposed on it! HAHA! I am the keeper of time-a mighty cyborg combining both the powers of man and clock. Nay, I am rather a god walking among men, wielding the very data that drives the cosmos on my forearm-in quite a fashionable way I might add! HAHA! Bow down to me, you Time Ignoramuses! Bow down and worship your god!
Carl: Um, it’s 3:47.
Steve: Oh, thanks.