The superheroes of our time will figure out how to throw our senses. They will transfer the smell of freshly baked baguettes in a Parisian bakery through the telephone to our siblings who couldn’t make the family reunion. They will call back the sound of the ocean crashing during the honeymoon through the tired tongue of a spouse consumed by years of monotony, er, monogamy. Broadcast the sight of leaves turning in their last furious autumn hurrah in Montreal to inform newborns through their formative years. Transmit the crisp and cold taste of lemon gelato to the eyes of political prisoners who have only known gruel on the gulag.
i edited this one a bit, but hey-the raw material was there.