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CES: Best of the year - most interesting gadget
At this years electronics show in Vegas, the coolest product of the year was shown that makes your phone take photos that are 8x better then before.

"Everyone will be using this in 2017"

Its truely so eays to use. Just snap it on the back of your mobile-device and zoom/ take better photos like that.
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When did you become so cynical Machiavelli smiled. Im not being cynical at all. Im just describing Roma as she is today. But youre right, Ezio, perhaps I am a little too bitter, a little too negative sometimes. All may not be lost. The good news is that we do have allies in the city. You will meet them. And the College of Cardinals is not completely under Rodrigos thumb, much as hed like it to be, although it is touch and go Whats touch and go Our ultimate success. We can only try. Giving up is a sure way to failure. Who said anything about giving up They rode on in silence until they reached the gloomy hulk of the ruined Colosseum, a building over which, for Ezio, the remembered horrors of the Games that had taken place there a thousand years ago, still hung. His attention was immediately caught by a group of Borgia guards with a Papal courier. Their swords drawn, halberds pointing threateningly and bearing flickering red torches, they were jostling a small, harassedlooking man. Merda! said Machiavelli softly. Its Vinicio. Theyve got to him first. Silently, the two men slowed their horses, approaching the group quietly and with as much caution as possible in order to gain the greatest element of surprise. As they neared, they picked up snatches of conversation. What you got there one guard was asking. Nothing. Attempting to steal official Vatican correspondence, eh Perdonatemi, signore. You must be mistaken. No mistake, you little thief, said another guard, prodding the man with his halberd. Who are you working for, ladro No one. Good, then no one will care what happens to you. Ive heard enough, said Machiavelli. Weve got to save him and get the letter he carries. Letter Come on! Machiavelli dug his heels into his mounts flanks, and the surprised horse bolted forward as Machiavelli tugged hard on the reins. The beast reared, forelegs kicking wildly and slamming into the temple of the nearest Borgia guard, caving his helmet into his skull. The man fell like a stone. Meanwhile, Machiavelli had swivelled himself to his right, leaning low out of his saddle. Reaching down he slashed viciously at the shoulder of the guard threatening Vinicio. The man dropped his halberd instantly and collapsed with the pain flaming through his shoulder. Ezio spurred his steed forward, careening past two other guards and using the pommel of his sword to strike fatally hard down on the first mans head and slapping the second across the eyes with the flat of his blade. One more guard was left. Distracted by the sudden attack, he didnt notice Vinicio grabbing the shaft of his halberd and suddenly felt himself yanked forward. Vinicios dagger was waiting and pierced the mans throat. He fell with a sickening gargling sound as blood flooded his lungs. Once again, the element of surprise gave the Assassins the edge; the Borgia soldiers were clearly not used to such effective resistance to their bullying. Vinicio wasted no time and gestured to the main thoroughfare leading from the central plaza. A horse could be seen clattering away from the plaza the courier standing hard in the stirrups urging on his steed. Give me the letter. Be quick about it! ordered Machiavelli. But I havent got it; he has, Vinicio cried, pointing towards the fleeing horse. They took it from me. Get after him! Machiavelli shouted to Ezio. Whatever it costs, get that letter and bring it to me at the Terme di Diocleziano by midnight. Ill be waiting. Ezio rode off in pursuit. It was easier than catching the thief had been. Ezios horse was better than the couriers, and the man he was pursuing was no fighter. Ezio pulled him from the horse with ease. He didnt like to kill the man, but he couldnt afford to let him go and raise the alarm. Requiescat in Pace, he said softly as he slit his throat. He put the letter, unopened, in his belt pouch and made a tow rope from the horses bridle so he could take the couriers steed with him. He then turned his own mount and made for the ruins of the Baths of Diocletian. It was now almost pitch dark, except for where the occasional torch guttered in a wallmounted sconce. To reach the baths, Ezio had to cross a sizeable stretch of wasteland, and halfway across, his horse reared and neighed in fear. The other horse followed suit and Ezio had his hands full calming them. Suddenly a bloodcurdling sound came to his ears, like the howling of wolves, and yet not quite the same. Possibly worse. It sounded more like human voices imitating the animals. He spun his horse round in the dark, loosening the tow rope hed made. Once free, the couriers horse turned tail and galloped off into the night. Ezio hoped it would find its way home in one piece. He didnt have much time to reflect on that as he reached the deserted baths. Machiavelli had not yet arrived no doubt he was off again on one of his mysterious private missions in the city but then From among the hillocks and tussocks of grass that had grown over the remains of the ancient Roman city, figures appeared and surrounded him. Ferallooking people who were hardly human in appearance at all. They stood upright, but they had long ears, snouts, claws and tails, and they were covered in rough grey hair. Their eyes seemed to glint red. Ezio drew a sharp breath what on earth were these devilish creatures His eyes darted around the ruins; he was encircled by at least a dozen of these wolfmen. Ezio unsheathed his sword once more. This was not turning out to be the best of days. With wolflike snarls and howls, the creatures fell upon him. As they came close, Ezio could see that these were indeed men like him, only seemingly mad, like creatures in some kind of holy trance. Their weapons were long, sharp steel talons sewn firmly into the tips of heavy gloves, and with these they slashed at his legs and at the horses flanks, trying to bring him down. He was able to keep them at bay with his sword and, as their disguises seemed to have no chain mail or other protection under the wolfskins, he was able to wound them with the keen edge of his sword. He cut one creatures arm off at the elbow and it slunk away, wailing horribly in the darkness. The strange creatures seemed to be more aggressive than skilful, and their weapons were no match for the point of Ezios flashing blade. He quickly pressed forward, splitting the skull of another and pierced the left eye of a third. Both wolfmen fell on the spot, mortally injured by Ezios blows. By then the other wolfmen seemed to be having second thoughts about continuing their attack, melting into the darkness or into hollows and caves formed by the overgrown ruins surrounding the baths. Ezio gave chase, gouging the thigh of one of his wouldbe assailants, while another fell under the hooves of his horse, only to have his back broken. Overtaking a sixth, Ezio leant down and, turning backwards, ripped the mans stomach open so that his guts spilled onto the ground and he stumbled over them as he fell and died.