At a lab at the Intellagen Corporation, businessman Ted Whitcomb and scientist Jason Brassell are testing a runner on a treadmill. As they watch, their subject accelerates to superhuman speeds. Brassell tells their subject to go even faster and then dissolves into nothing. Whitcomb suggests that they shut down the project, warning that they're short of money and time, but Brassell insists on continuing. He insists that their subject was a clone that he grew from a genetic sample, and reminds his partner that what they're doing is illegal. Whitcomb insists on facing the fact that their process is flawed but Brassell refuses to quit when they're so close. He concludes that normal human tissue can't with strand the strain so they need to find a human who can withstand hyperspeed... and shows Whitcomb an article about the Flash...Read the full recap
Tina: Fifteen sightings of The Flash in the past five days.
Barry: Yeah and ask these people if they were glad I was there.
Tina: I'm sure they were, Barry, but at what cost to you?
Jason Brassell: Just imagine what a foreign country would pay for--for an army of these. We're talking soldiers, intelligence agents, assassins... a race of warriors.
Ted Whitcomb: That is not what this project is about. Now you said we were going to create a force of good in the world.
Jason Brassell: Wrong. I said it would make us rich. And it will. Any nation on the map would pay millions for just one of these.
Barry: I can handle it, I'm not like other men. You of all people should know that. I can do things others can't.
Tina: Barry, listen to yourself. Do you think you're God? What, you're immortal?
Lt. Warren Garfield: What's eating him, McGee?
Tina: Look, please excuse him, Lieutenant. He's under extreme stress.
Lt. Warren Garfield: Aren't we all?
Tina: I'm treating him for it. He'll be himself very soon, I promise you.
Lt. Warren Garfield: Wish I had a pretty doctor to treat my stress.
Barry: Okay, okay, so I was a little out of line. All right, way out of line. But he started it.
Tina: Petulance. I love that in a man.
Pollux: Where am I from? Who were my parents? I've read about this. But I have no memory of growing up.
Jason Brassell: You're who and what you are right now. That's all you need to know.
Pollux: Yeah, but there's more. I mean, there has to be. Am I good? Am I bad?
Jason Brassell: Well, aren't we getting philosophical in our old age? Just shut up and go back to your books.
Pollux: I want to find out who I am. You tell me.
Jason Brassell: All right, I will. You're nothing. Absolutely nothing. A random accumulation of molecules grown in a lab. An experiment. A lab animal who at the moment is getting on my nerves. Now let go of my arm.
Barry: Tina, I watched myself die. It really brought home what you've tried to make me understand. That I am only a man. And like all of us, I'm on a journey of a birth, a life, and a passing. Does that make any sense?
Tina: Nothing you've ever said has been clearer or more true.
Barry: And I know that you've only tried to make me be careful with the life that I have.
Tina: That's right, Barry. Guard it well. For with you and the powers you have, oh what a life you'll lead.