"Herding people-. No. Introducing a random element. The people knew they could die at any moment, but Kalmin didn't want them to adapt to it."
I see the flakes of intent behind each crater and glass-bowl.
Because, as seen in things like the
London Blitz, people can adapt
very quickly to constant bombardments...
"Yes. And the strikes would wake people up, or would occur at times of day when different demographic groups were in different places."
I point north.
Allowing no relief, no respite, eh? And preventing them from going 'Oh, they're bombing
those people. Surely they wouldn't hit
us next.'
"There's a series of strikes a few miles that way, where he destroyed every major transport link to this city, knowing that there was no way they'd be able to get food here in large enough quantities to prevent starvation. And that the people here would know that."
"So they'd tear themselves apart without him needing to intervene directly."
Because, as the saying goes, civilisation is only three meals from chaos.
"He didn't care exactly how they responded. So long as they were motivated by fear."
And there was a lot of fear here.
I bet at least
some of that was driven by questions like 'Why us? Why attack us? Why are you
doing this?'
"You hired him in case the Controllers tried backstabbing you."
"Not 'backstabbing' exactly, just… Being people I couldn't work with."
Fortunately, they're playing along with the plan for now. Let's hope they can curb any
imperialistic tendencies.
"But now that you know that you can, why is he still alive?"
"I knew what he was when I offered him a place. Those ships L.E.G.I.O.N. is using? Those are about seventy percent his design work. Even the ones designed to be build by less technologically advanced planets. You can see the data on their performance versus other designs of ship on the N.E.M.O. database. They're… A lot better. He's very good at what he does. And he's not murdering planets any more. Yeah, he… Objectively… Probably deserves to be put down like a rabid dog, but… There's no practical reason to do it."
Let's hope he hasn't designed in any flaws he can one day
exploit, then. Because a smart man would
anticipate betrayal.
Also, I rather doubt that killing him would be easy.
"How long did it take?"
There's also
that, yes. No doubt he is very well protected against... Damn near
everything. Wouldn't be surprised if he even has defences in place for esoteric things like having his
desires fiddled with.
"I'm not sure. There's…"
I try scanning for intact pieces of computer equipment. Once the civilisation broke down to the point that people in one place didn't know what was happening elsewhere, the Qwardians-. Kalmin deployed some sort of pack-hunting robots, but they were only programmed to target people.
After all, why destroy the environment? That wouldn't scare people as much as something that only hunted
them.
Ah.
"They used a virus of some sort on the computer systems. I'm not going to be able to get an exact timeline. Um. On a tangentially-related matter, I have a question about your father's training methods."
Oh? This is gonna be good...
She turns her head away from a collection of burned skeletons which appear to have been flensed while seeking shelter in an alleyway.
"What?"
No doubt the remains were left where they lay as an added
stimulus...
"'It is better to be feared than to be loved, if one cannot be both.'"
"Nice to know that Dad failed completely."
Heh. True enough. She has nothing of
either feeling towards him, does she?
"Right… But I remember reading that… They did an experiment with dogs. If you're nice to a dog, then the dog remembers you and shows a bit more attention to you, but mostly does its own thing. If you're hostile to a dog, it avoids you. But the best way to make a dog attached to you is to mix the two. At random. It makes the dog insecure and so it-."
"I guess Dad never read a psychology textbook. There wasn't any variety. And there weren't any rewards."
Only a lack of punishment? That can be a reward in itself...
"No, he didn't seem like the sort."
"Why are you bringing this up?"
Is it relevant to this planet, or..?
"He's working with the Justice League at the moment. And… There's a good chance that when the current crisis is over, he'll-"
"Damn it."
...Oh,
right. Though if he gets any ideas about hunting down either of them afterwards, I doubt OL will be so
kind as he was when he recruited Sportsmaster.
"-get his sentence commuted. I doubt they'll just… Let him go, but he probably won't be in line for an execution anymore."
"How do I make them reconsider?"
...In a way that doesn't incriminate yourself in certain things, as a bonus?
"Defeat the Anti-Life-enhanced Bruno Mannheim yourself. Or… Otherwise minimise Sportsmaster's role in things. Or…"
She waits for me to spit it out.
I can imagine her trying the former, at least, if they could find out where. It wouldn't
work, because he's basically mainlining Anti-Life...
"Or if he switches sides. Then he wouldn't be pardoned. But the world's governments accepted pardoning Doctor Sivana Senior, so…"
"Do you think I should try and get a leave of absence? I wouldn't mind a complete pardon myself."
That depends. How are you at dealing with feelings of absolute worthlessness, listnessness and total depression?
"Not unless you've got a way to resist the Anti-Life Equation I don't know about. I don't care if Mister Crock gets brain damaged as a result of Anti-Life exposure, but I do care about you."
"I worked that out when you said that you wanted to wander the universe with me forever."
He's certainly not
shy about being open with his feelings.
"I'd hoped that it didn't take quite that long."
"No, but I hadn't really thought through what you wanted. Out of us."
She's young enough that that sort of thing could be put off till '
Later'.
"Stable home environment, children, the opportunity to raise and nurture them, new professional challenges and opportunities and to do all that with you. Nothing particularly unique, except that it's us doing it."
"That sounds… Nice."
If nothing else, their kids would be
special.
"You?"
"I never really thought I'd get the opportunity to step back like that. I don't think I'd do well being a home-maker."
Well, at least you've got a good example of what
not to do about raising children...
"I'm pretty good at multi-tasking. I'm happy to take the majority of childcare responsibilities if you want to pursue a… Um, a legitimate career."
She folds her arms across her chest. "You didn't need to emphasise it like that."
Given some of the things you're very good at... Some of them aren't exactly
nice.
"I think in this sort of conversation it's best to be as unambiguous as possible."
"Does the Justice League need a light recon-?"
That
isn't the Team? Usually Batman handles that sort of thing, I expect.
A quiet noise, the scratch of metal on brick, draws our attention. Ring scans aren't producing clear results, which isn't too surprising given Qwardian technology.
The first… Predatory kangaroo-looking robot, stalks slowing into view. It looks like it's trying to give us a clear look while remaining too far away for us to immediately attack with weapons that this world would have had when Kalmin ended it.
Oh my god...
Boomers.

And they're programmed to work like slasher movie villains?
Another clambers over the rubble a short distance from the first, joining it in watching us.
And then another.
And no, just because they're kangaroo-shaped, doesn't mean they can't
hurt you. Kangaroos
can fuck you up.
That would be intimidating, if we were unarmed civilians.
"There might be something useful on their databases." Jade draws her sword. "Let's clean up Kalmin's work."
What's the bet he'll get an alert about the boomers going off-line? And probably shrug and go back to what he was doing...