The Absorbascon is sort of a search engine that plugs directly into your brain, somehow sucking in the collected knowledge of humanity and finding the piece you ask for. Just like Bing. But it can be a hassle to sort through it all, particularly for people who spend most of the day hitting people with maces while dressed in animal-themed dominatrix gear. So basically, despite having a device that can tell or teach them anything, the Hawks use it only when it speeds the plot along. I would make fun of them more for this were it not for the fact that most of us use the internet in exactly the same spotty way.
The Absorbascon whispers sweet somethings into your era, like an extremely informative Latin lover.
Can you imagine how this makes poor Batman feel? "Just give me FIVE MINUTES with it. This is Batman, BEGGING you." Think of what a time-saver it could be for the World's Greatest Detective: "Where is the man who killed my parents? Who is the Joker? What was Killer Moth thinking? And what about...Naomi?!"
I'm sure it only works on superior Thanagarian brains or some such. If you are wondering why they don't use the Absorbascon to simply ask where the damned lost treasure of the Nine Unknowns is, which is the reason they are looking for the Talking Head to begin with...
well, then, I'm sorry, you are too sensible to read Hawkstories. Go back to something more logical, like the Martian Manhunter.
Speaking of logical, let's examine the Hawk's choices of weapons as they head off on their separate adventures. Because every Hawkstory is really about:
- choosing their weapons carefully and out loud,
- using them only once with limited effectiveness, then
- abandoning them so as to bash their opponents heads on a rock or a tree.
All of which makes them perfect foils for CAW, who pretty much have the same M.O.
"I'll take Paris for my beat, while you hightail it to nab those Ratzis at the Dunkirk munitions factory!" Poor Hawkman; still thinks he's in a Justice Society story.
The Thermodetector is a high-tech heat-based magnifying glass formerly known as Prince; the medieval war mace (as opposed to the less popular PEACE maces made by Nerf) has been tricked out with disguised sci-fi tech, which completely spoils the whole point of using ancient weaponry. Hawkgirl demurely picks a delicate lady-like spiked caestus. And no bra. Hawkgirl never forgets not to wear a bra.
Hawkman arrives in Paris (right past the Eiffel Tower, because the Hawks are nothing if not showy) to the Montmarte Marche Aux Puces, where he discovers CAW has already beaten him to the Talking Head. It was sitting in a flea market basement as unsellable crap (which without the solar lamp to power it, it pretty much is). The key thing to note is that CAW could have just bought it for a few francs. But instead, they stole it. Because they are not the Buyers Alliance of the World, you know.
"Strike back while the clue's hot." is an old Thanagarian saying. Weird people. If you hadn't already guessed that from the headgear.
But Hawkman was smart (?) enough to have brought along his Thermodetector, which allows you to trail the heat of, well, of things you want to find and not the heat of things you don't.
I am sparing you Hawkman's three-panel lecture on how the Thermdetector works, and you are grateful to me for that.
A ... a CAR?! Is there no END to their continental deviltry?!
Nothing says 'comic book getaway car' better than a bright yellow convertible.
Five francs just to buy the damned Talking Head would have fixed this, goons. And there would have been nothing Hawkman could have done to stop you. It's very CAW. Millions for defense, but not one cent for tribute.
What IS it with you, Pikachumobile?
Naturally, the CAW goons have another one-time high-tech hand-held weapon at their literal disposal.
"Fortunately, I keep my feathers numbered for just such an emergency."
Naturally, it doesn't work.
But where the sci-fi gun fails, the car top succeeds:
Did I mention before that the Hawks don't do dignity? Because they don't.
It's kind of a wonder Carter Hall and Hal Jordan didn't hang out together more. They're both clumsy meat-heads with sci-fi weaponry. They should form a club. Then get hit with it.
CAW goons, defeated by a blunt object. AND his mace.
Right after Hawkman klonks one of these goons, the other decides to get sassy. VERY sassy.
Gurl, puh-lease. A rear attack is NOT going to defeat Hawkman, Mr. Whipple.
If I had a franc for every time I've seen this sort of scene on the streets of Paris,
I could buy a Talking Head!
The dialog seems to imply that this guy intends to ...throw Hawkman off a bridge? Not the best plan.
So, Hawkman, with just a bit of fuss, has recovered the Talking Head. And then he asks the question we've all been wondering...
"I wonder how Hawkgirl is making out?"
With the mask still on, Hawkman; no doubt.
Which we will see for ourselves tomorrow.