23rd April 2011
23:03 GMT -5
"…that you could have dealt with any of these problems yourself." My interviewer shrugs. "So the obvious question is: why didn't you?"
"And the obvious answer is: training."
"
Training?"
"Yes. Despite the.. former policies of the Superhuman Development Department, superhumans
aren't born with an innate knowledge of how to use their powers, much less how to apply them
productively. As our.. previous public statements have covered-."
"You
leave people in burning houses so you can
train?!"
After decades of being able to reliably source obsequious interviewers for things like this, American Consolidated has now..
grudgingly accepted that anyone they put up is going to get harangued. And that that haranguing isn't necessarily
bad.
Drummer Boy having a bit of a break down after an interviewer went
completely off on him actually improved his popularity ratings.
"As part of-."
"You think that anyone who
burned to death because you were
standing around cares why!?"
I smile, and I wait.
"Well?!"
"You clearly hadn't finished your question when I started speaking. I apologise. I wanted to be sure that you'd asked everything you wanted to ask before I replied to your perfectly reasonable question."
I smile, wait, and raise my eyebrows.
I think I've wrong-footed him, but this isn't about scoring points, at least not in the 'deal with interview' minigame. As in 'Thank You For Smoking', I'm not trying to convince the man opposite me. I'm trying to convince the audience.
Ah. It appears that he
had finished.
"As part of a training program which lasts several months, trainee superheroes are taught how to handle themselves in a variety of high-risk situations. That includes burning buildings, a module which is taught by a mixture of former and currently serving fire fighters.
After that, we consider them competent to handle a real fire, but… Obviously, it's better if someone who could deal with the fire if it proved more than they could handle is on hand. That is why I try to be there. But, there is only one of me. The objective of the exercise is to train them to handle things when I'm
not there."
Not having an ego is… Surprisingly restful. People can be rude to me as much as they want, and I feel… Nothing, aside perhaps from a little pity. Certainly, I'm aware on an
intellectual level that the staff has done a number on my mind, but… Aside from that time Charlotte and I went on a date, I really haven't noticed any real drawback.
The morning afterwards was awkward, when I made it clear that I'm literally incapable of giving her what she wants. I suppose that in the
very long term I should probably look into doing something about it, but…
I'm never the most urgent thing.
"So, what, the millions in property damage and hundreds of people left homeless don't bother you?"
"Objectively, if you live in a building worth millions then, by the standards of the planet at large-."
"Oh, don't give me that
bullcrap! I thought you people worked for
American Consolidated! It was certainly
American lives that were lost when your co-workers tore a hole through Washington!"
"And Russian lives that were lost when the former department manager attempted to carry out a coup in Russia on behalf of the Communist Party."
Goodness only knows why he thought
that would work. Honestly, sometimes Stillwell is the perfect corporate sociopath, and then at other time he does the most bizarre things. I do
not understand the man.
"And to Stormfront's 'holidays', and… I really don't think that having a 'suffer-off' is a sensible way.. to…"
I stare in dismay as a
red-glowing figure wearing my face flies in from the wings.
They
told me that they shut down their cloning facilities. If they didn't learn anything from
the whole horrible mess with Black Noir then I'm going to be
demonstratively upset.
"Good morning."
My voice, my approach, and… That's a red power ring.
Is he alright?
I can't see anything wrong with him.
If that's a power ring then he.. can't be a clone of me. If American Consolidated had the ability to make power rings-. If
I had the ability to make power rings, things would be
very different.
So
that's not what's happening. Which leaves-?
He nods. "Parallel uni-."
"Who the
fuck are
you?! Get the
fuck off my
fucking st-."
A red cocoon forms around him, cutting off all sound.
"Parallel universe. A few versions of us are trying to stop Krona the Ex-Guardian, and Time Trapper thinks you're what we need. Does this Earth have anything that can help?"
"Not.. that I would want to rely on-."
He grimaces, then
glares at my staff.
"
Is that thing trying to mind control me?"
I shake my head as I
call it over to me, catching it in my right hand as I stand.
"Yes, but it takes a
very long time to do anything, and as far as I can tell it's not permanent. Still, if it makes you uncomfortable, simply stay away from it."
Ring, scan for a portal of some sort?
Yes, I've found it.
I
wave my staff, and we're
floating in the air… On the other side of the country.
3rd May 2011
10:49 GMT -6
The portal is a red-ringed hole in the air. The Red Lantern
glares around, then flies through it. I give him a moment to warn them of my arrival, then
drift after him, passing through…
And.. coming out in a crater,
construct armour glowing around the Red Lantern's body as he wheels around. Presumably trying to find a target. The clean curve of the crater walls suggest that whatever did this was recent, and.. the artificial placement of patches of stone and metal suggests that there was a building here until recently.
"
Red Lantern?"
"
What-?
Happened? I was only gone-."
Gold lights flash in the air above us, and three men and a woman appear, floating in the air and held aloft by their… Gold power rings? The symbol on their chests is that of the Green Lantern Corps. Gold cages
clang into being around us as they raise their rings, then their gold-armoured leader descends to a position a little closer to our levels.
Sinestro peers at my face.
"What are
you supposed to be?"