Ever since that bone-chilling post-Super Bowl two-parter […] Reid just can't say no to drugs.

He still has nightmares resulting from the treatment he received from his captors.

Now is the winter of our diſcontent, Made glorious ſummer by this ſonne of Yorke: And all the cloudes that lowrd vpon our houſe, In the deepe boſome of the Ocean buried.

Once a biological consciousness is copied into a cyberconsciousness, the possibilities for longevity skyrocket.