Kevlar 9 helmet and body armor. Yours when you graduate. Lawgiver 2, 25-round sidearm with mission variable, voice-programmed ammunition...Signal Flare!
Flare.
Yours, if you graduate. Mark 4 Lawmaster, improved model, with dual onboard laser cannons and vertical takeoff and landing capabilities. Range, 500 kilometers. Men?
Yes sir! (presses a button and the hoverbike turns on and begins to hover.)
Active. (sparks fly from hoverbike and screen suddenly blinks red) Malfunction! Malfunction! Malfunction! [hoverbike goes dead and thuds back onto the floor]
Hm. Yours if you can ever get it, to work.
All of these things you see here are toys. At the end of the day, when you're alone in the dark, the only thing that counts is this. (holds up the lawbook) The law. (slams it onto the table). And you will be alone, when you swear to uphold these ideals. For most of us, it is only death in the streets. For the few of us that survive to old age, the proud loneliness of the Long Walk. A walk that every Judge must take outside these city walls into the unknown wastes, and there spend your last remaining days taking law to the lawless. This is what it means to be a Judge. This is the commitment I expect. Class dismissed.