Not the generators themselves. Those are near-silent, and even with my ability to feel exotic effects I only really notice them when they're close by. Not the greater illumination. Even those poor unfortunates with electrosensitivity wouldn't feel anything from the super-efficiently shielded living lights parasitising on the city's blood network. Not the giant aerial box jellyfish who lift the mists up from ground level so that the lines of sight are a little more sensible, nor the growing planetary nervous system we're building to improve data transmission.
I wonder if the generators produce enough power to allow direct energy-matter conversion, produce more biomass to enable more people, more biotechnology... But that would probably draw the attention of the Vampire Sun...
No. What I hear is civilisation. Growing civilisation. Strong civilisation. Growing, vibrant peaceful civilisation. One that doesn't need my constant input to remain so. In a universe burned down to nothing, Artemis and I have surpassed Red Son Superman.
And so my unrest grows as progress slows.
That other shoe, still spinning in the air and hemming and hawing about it's intention to come down again, eh?
And from the way Artemis is looking at me, she knows where my thoughts are heading.
"We can go whenever you want."
I nod slowly. "What can I say? I'm a completionist."
I know that feel, that drive to do everything possible in a game, even the mutually exclusive things. It's not always easy to set it aside for more important business...
With improved lines of sight, our ability to travel via rainbow bridge has expanded hugely. And with clear vision granted by the eyes of new generations space-dwelling Sheeda creatures, getting into space is easy.
If only there were somewhere to go. If only it was this simple back in the past.
Since Sheeda are more forgiving of things like stamping out opposition and rebellion... You're still stuck doing it the hard way on other worlds...
But she's right and she knows it and she's already heading for the balcony and notching an arrow. It could be because our souls are responding to one another, but equally we've been together for a… Long time in the ongoing 'now' of Sheeda civilisation. A burst of rainbow light, then she stows her bow and… Offers me her right hand with a mock-condescending smirk.
I roll my eyes, and take it.

Oh, my. What will Princess Luna say when she hears about this? But seriously, the best kind of friendships are forged in hard times...
Even reducing military expenditure to next to nothing, we don't have anything like enough biological material to support a space elevator. We could just about make one by devoting almost all Sheeda biomass into it -including the humanoid Sheeda population- but that would rather defeat the object.
It would also weaken me, and since I'm the point man in this exercise that rather takes precedence.
It would be excessive, to put it mildly. A giant-ass railgun or launch vehicle should do the rick, especially since Artemis' technique can get a lot more distance now.
I take Artemis's proffered hand and we walk across the rainbow bridge into the sky, emerging in the space-based vat station which has been creating our solar probes and has nearly completed our sun diver. Vat Masters and functionaries turn and bow in our direction, and we give them a polite nod of dismissal to return them to their duties.
"I guess…"
Let me guess, a pod with magical fire resistance out the wazoo? And magical sensors, because visual would be worthless inside the big ball of plasma.
I raise my eyebrows. "What?"
"We're nearly done, aren't we?"
There's still the matter of getting home, barring a Deus Ex Machina like Rip Hunter or someone turning up in a time-craft.
"It was just a matter of time once the war finished."
She tilts her head back slightly, staring at nothing.
Yeah, whatever happens, there's going to be scars. She's going to have about a thousand years of memories in a teenage body... Becasue i have no doubt this will play out by Faerie rules, centuries passing in a moment... Still better than the opposite, though. That's caught out many a visitor as they crumble into dust as time catches up with them upon leaving the hidden world.
"Gotham Academy."
"I can lend you the g-gnomes if you need to swot up on things."
Nice try, Grayven, but I don't think jokes are gonna ease the tension.
"No… It's not that. I'm not.. sure… How to go back to it." She shakes her head and then looks up to me, shrugging. "School. And.. not-."
I smile, nodding. "Not being queen."
"It all seems so petty now. Who's dating who, the latest fashions... I mean, I wasn't really into that stuff
before, but now..."
"It's not that being queen's been.. super-great, but I've kinda gotten used to it."
"You don't have to go back. Depending on what sort of time machine we end up using, you might be able to commute. Or-."
Nah, this place has gotten boring now. I bet she hasn't had to shoot anybody in a
week!
"You told your followers you wouldn't stay."
"Sure, but you didn't tell yours that. You could oversee the change from autocracy to oligarchy, and become a mere constitutional monarch."
Or, gods forbid, she try setting up the American system. Though I suppose it'd distract all those dirty-dealing, backstabbing and mud-slinging instincts Sheeda have...
She looks away again.
"I used to really look forward to it. I wanted to get the mission over with, and see Mom and… Tao, again. And it's not like I don't want to… I'm just… Not who I was when I left."
Huh, no
violet? Has it been that long that she's cooled off on him, or is she just
tired of this shit.
"That's growing up for you. Some change is inevitable. And this probably isn't the most extreme thing that could happen to you, given our careers." Hm. "Speaking of careers -and certainly not speaking of the fact that you mentioned your mother and boyfriend and not your sister- can I-?"
"I hadn't seen Jade since she started working for you. And I saw her, like, twice? Since she left home." Something occurs to her. "Did you told her about your new girlfriend yet?"
Oh, wouldn't it be funny if Jade's been quietly
squeeing 
over the pretty pony princess that Grayven's been seen with... And then threatening anyone who saw it with a long, painful death.
"No. I don't really think she's a pony person."
"Actually, Dad did take us riding a couple of times."
No doubt as training for operations somewhere they wouldn't be able to count on having motor vehicles, I suppose.
"In Gotham? Were you riding sewer crocodiles?"
"No, the mutant sewer guppies ate all of those." She takes a deep breath. "But that all depends on what sort of time machine we get a hold of."
Hey, at least it wasn't mutant
turtles! Those ones are a pain, especially the ninja ones.
"True." I look around at the staff. "Vat Lord, are we in position to launch solar probes?"
The woman stops pointedly ignoring our conversation and approaches, giving us a deferential nod as she does so.
The previous one's successor, or several generations removed, no doubt. It must get weird, seeing the faces of their servants constantly changing as time goes on.
"We can, now that you are here. My lord, you will need to reinforce the protective spells. My lady, if you assist us with the launch we will have the results far more swiftly."
Artemis nods. "Show us where we need to be."
Straight down to business. Things are getting serious, i see.
The Vat Lord turns aside and beckons. Two Vat Masters approach, one bowing to me and the other to Artemis. I follow my guide over to a fairly standard looking Sheeda organic console with New God additions. Some parts of this station were salvaged from the Sheeda's last group of New God visitors, the ones who gave them the Castle Revolving in the first place. As a result it's far easier for both Artemis and I to connect to it that Sheeda organisms with ersatz rune work.
Ah, some of Auracles' old tech, eh? Dragged out of some old museum and grudgingly brought into working order through long, careful repairs.
"Here, Lord."
The Vat Master steps aside and I feel all of the ways this device is a part of the civilisation Artemis and I have built. All of the people who have worked on this, and prepared the raw materials and who harvest the food that sustains them.
Dozens of Sheeda generations, all brought together into one grand purpose. I bet that's an
empowering sensation, especially for him.
I lay my hands on the console I extend my purpose through the mechanism.
"All ready here. What's the spread on what we're going to find?"
Place your bets now, folks. Remember,
someone's already managed to call it.
"I'm afraid that 'malevolent super powered human' is far in the lead, lord."
"You think that the progenitor of the Sheeda was human?"
Well, it depends on how you stretch your definition of Human. DC Metas have some crazy shit going on.
"Super powers sometimes manifest with physiological oddities, lord. And humans have shown a tendency to develop unusual abilities of tremendous power."
"No super Sheeda?"
As if the Queen would allow
anyone power she didn't grant. If someone spontaneously developed powers in finest DC fashion, they'd likely be dead in a day.
"None save those which were deliberately designed, lord."
"Anyone betting that it's me?"
Yeah, he's genre-savvy enough to think of that.
"There…" She looks away. "May be some, lord."
"A Sheeda using a time loop?"
That'd have to be
some upgrade.
"I believe that the former king Melmoth's name was mentioned in that capacity. Of course, this is all purely speculative. It is more likely to be something none of us have considered."
And we'll be finding out soon, I hope... The blue-balls
ache.