Kavinsky could already make anything he wanted. He'd dreamed a huge fuck off dragon made entirely of fire and wrath. His cars could do impossible speeds and never run out of gas. He constantly carried his favorite trick: a never-ending cigarette case. But none of that was rewriting any rules. If you could dream it, he could do it.

"No, never." He laughed a little bit. "I mean. Alpha and Omega bullshit, you know. It's pretty neat."