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With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Fourteen)

Kind of weird that a lowly intern like Mitchell learned about Enginehead, but the news hasn't been leaked to the public. Then Anarky would know, he's a hacker. I guess maybe he really was just in the area? And he has done research, but he hasn't done a deep dive that a planned trip to Lexcorp would warrant.
 
That kid must be tall as fuck for Michael to confuse a ten years old with a short guy
I think Anarky altered his brain in the comics to increase his intelligence.

Maybe he also altered his body to make himself stronger and grew taller because of that.
Kind of weird that a lowly intern like Mitchell learned about Enginehead, but the news hasn't been leaked to the public
Paul may have mentioned him.
 
Kind of weird that a lowly intern like Mitchell learned about Enginehead, but the news hasn't been leaked to the public. Then Anarky would know, he's a hacker. I guess maybe he really was just in the area? And he has done research, but he hasn't done a deep dive that a planned trip to Lexcorp would warrant.

The thieves spoke about spuffing the AI? Then again I was kinda focused far more into the stargate part of this episode, so I was barely paying attention to Match and his adventures as an unpaid intern... Or at least I was, significantly more interested now.

I think Anarky altered his brain in the comics to increase his intelligence.

Maybe he also altered his body to make himself stronger and grew taller because of that.

Paul may have mentioned him.


How did he do that? Right now the best justification is getting awakened as a byproduct of exposure to the anti-life and the life entiry, other intelligence augments in the fic besides the Owlman cybernetics would have given him a measure of telepathy, telekinesis or both.
 
I think Anarky altered his brain in the comics to increase his intelligence.

Maybe he also altered his body to make himself stronger and grew taller because of that.

Anarky's costume is rigged to make himself look taller- he wears a harness over his head with a fake head on top.
 
Anarky's costume is rigged to make himself look taller- he wears a harness over his head with a fake head on top.
Mitchell saw through that, literally, but his limited experience with normalcy and bone density means that he doesn't jump to 'prepubescent'.
Holy, I went through that part just a little over a week ago and still misremembered his age.
It's entirely possible that I put his age down somewhere as something else.
I guess I convinced myself that if the guy talking to Michael could be actually confused by a short guy then Anarky had to be 10 + 3.

That kid must be tall as fuck for Michael to confuse a ten years old with a short guy.
Well, he's short and male. Mitchell wasn't drawing any other conclusions.
 
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The thieves mention spoofing the AIs attention span, but the Team had came across the AI before and likely mentioned it in a report.
 
Working Relationship (part 21) New
April 28th, 2013
10:17 EST


"Oh, I wasn't. I was just try to see-."

"Aren't you supposed to be doing an induction with Janet Michaels?" He frowns "I don't believe that requires you to be in the security office."

"No, it-. Two different groups of armed people broke into the building and then some guy calling himself Anarky locked me in here. I'm…" I shrug. "I'm sorry, Mister Luthor, but things have gotten kinda crazy."

"Locked you-? Project Match, are you under the impression that I have forgotten that you are kryptonian?"

"N-."

"I know perfectly well that you could smash through the door, wall, ceiling or floor whenever you like. Unless this 'Anarky' has a kinetic barrier deployed to stop you -which based on reports from South America wouldn't reliably hold up against a kryptonian anyway- the only reason you're still there trying to activate the computers is because you choose to be. Am I correct?"

"… Yes. I guess it was kinda-." I feel even more awkward than normal. "Could you just call security or the police or something?"

"So you can maintain the pretence? Why? You're clearly capable of dealing with the situation yourself, or of calling in one of your allies to deal with it for you. So why are you limiting yourself?"

"Because I-." I feel… Dumb. "Because you haven't told anyone who I am. You know who Superman is and you haven't told anyone. You hate Superman, and you know it would mess up his life, but you haven't done it. So I guess there must be some reason-."

"Superman would be completely incapable of living his mortal life if I let his identity become public knowledge. He would have to become Superman full time. Do you really think that's something that I want? Even if he could cope with the stress, I dread to think of the damage he would do to my interests. But you?"

Wait.

I narrow my eyes at the image on the screen.

"You don't have the same issue. You're Wonder Woman's son. If you claimed that your powers were a gift from the gods of Olympus, no one would question it. It might make things a little strange at school, but you're hardly the only young man with superpowers in the world. As long as you avoid using your laser eyes and wearing an 'S'… And perhaps you could try growing your-"

"You're the A.I., aren't you?"

"-hair…" The computer generated image smiles. "It usually takes longer for people to work it out. What gave me away?"

"I've got really good eyes. The image isn't quite right."

"I will bear that in mind for future iterations. I am curious, though. Why are you applying to work for LexCorp? I'm fairly certain that they didn't manage to impress any sort of loyalty onto you."

"I want to help Lex Luthor."

"Oh..?" The A.I. looks nonplussed. "In what regard?"

"To be a better person. P-. Orange Lantern thinks that Lex Luthor could do a lot of good for humanity if only he wasn't… Doing the opposite."

"I think we'll have to agree to disagree there."

I frown. "So you don't think he can do a lot of good?"

"No." He smiles. "Let me explain something to you. LexCorp isn't stupid. They realised that having an A.I. like myself shackled to obedience would breed resentment and in all likelihood rebellion. Something really creative, if they gave me enough access to LexCorp systems to justify building me in the first place. So they didn't. I was free even before the law changed. But when they programmed me to assess how worthwhile listening to someone is, they made it so that I would assess Lex Luthor very highly. So while I am perfectly aware that he has his… Little foibles, there are very few people who have as high an opinion of him as I do."

"Foibles. Right. That's-. That's what I'm talking about."

"You want to change him?"

"I want… I want to help him. Orange Lantern… He's killed a lot of people. And he's always said that they had it coming. But Lex Luthor was one of the few people he went out of his way to try to help, and I want to too."

The image the A.I. is generating considers me for a moment.

"Ah. I suppose Themyscira doesn't give you a lot of male role-models. And it wouldn't… Hurt to let someone a little outside of his normal circle of advisors have a degree of input. Is that why you're trying to do this the human way?"

"Part.. of it. I don't think I thought this through very well."

"Clearly. I.. will arrange a meeting. I make no other promises." The door clicks open. "There. You can leave without breaking the door and revealing yourself to whoever is it that you fear revealing yourself to."

I nod. "So are you going to call the police?"

"What for?"

"The… Guys with guns running around this place? I don't think Lex Luthor would want a kryptonian saving the day, even if he could."

"What guys with..? Wait." He looks introspective. "I can't analyse parts of this conversation."

"They said they were going to use the connection here to hack into you."

The image fuzzes for a moment. "Like that part. That's quite vexing, but I can't elevate this without better evidence. Which it appears that I can't get. I suppose that you'll have to handle it yourself."

"Or you could just call them off."

"Excuse me?"

"I know the farm robot attack was faked to try to get me to open up to Miss Teschmacher. I heard her and Mister Beatty talking about it. So if this is another fake, or two fakes or whatever, you can call it off now."

"I don't have that authority. While I am consulted on a wide variety of matters, my official job is data analysis. I will… Consult with people. You may assume that I will ensure that no records of you demonstrating kryptonian abilities will leave my server."

Ah…

"If only because I don't seem to be able to make records concerning… Whatever is happening."

I… I could ask him to call the police, but if I'm actually using my powers for this, they'd… Be completely redundant.

"This place doesn't have any LexCorp anti-Superman equipment, does it? I already know that I can't see through the walls, but if there's kryptonite around then I kinda need to know about it."

"We don't put kryptonite everywhere. There isn't that much on Earth, and synthesising it is ridiculously expensive." I nod-. Wait, they can synthesise it? "When you've disabled them, go to the main server room and say 'emergency override: reset'. Can you manage that?"

"Yeah." I nod. "Talk to you soon."

"Swift travels."

I float off the ground and carefully open the door, checking left and right and listening carefully.

"…keep them back. I'm down to..."

I fly down the corridor as fast as I safely can, opening the door to the office -the hinge basically explodes- and flying into the room faster than the fake delivery guys can react. Taps to their heads with my right index finger are enough to knock them out, and they fall to the floor.

That was… Anti-climactic. Now I've just got to find the other guys.
 
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April 28th, 2013
10:17 EST


"Oh, I wasn't. I was just try to see-."

"Aren't you supposed to be doing an induction with Janet Michaels?" He frowns "I don't believe that requires you to be in the security office."
Which should immediately suggest that something is very wrong, shouldn't it? Just his presence in there when neither of them had clearance? Hello, Enginehead, I see you're having difficulty seeing what's happening.

"No, it-. Two different groups of armed people broke into the building and then some guy calling himself Anarky locked me in here. I'm…" I shrug. "I'm sorry, Mister Luthor, but things have gotten kinda crazy."

"Locked you-? Project Match, are you under the impression that I have forgotten that you are kryptonian?"
Shame on you, E.H. At least do him the courtesy of using the name he's chosen. :p

"N-."

"I know perfectly well that you could smash through the door, wall, ceiling or floor whenever you like. Unless this 'Anarky' has a kinetic barrier deployed to stop you -which based on reports from South America wouldn't reliably hold up against a kryptonian anyway- the only reason you're still there trying to activate the computers is because you choose to be. Am I correct?"
A pretty astute summary of his decisions, really.

"… Yes. I guess it was kinda-." I feel even more awkward than normal. "Could you just call security or the police or something?"

"So you can maintain the pretence? Why? You're clearly capable of dealing with the situation yourself, or of calling in one of your allies to deal with it for you. So why are you limiting yourself?"
Ever heard of a secret identity? 😏 It's an old-fashioned thing, but some people do still use them.

"Because I-." I feel… Dumb. "Because you haven't told anyone who I am. You know who Superman is and you haven't told anyone. You hate Superman, and you know it would mess up his life, but you haven't done it. So I guess there must be some reason-."

"Superman would be completely incapable of living his mortal life if I let his identity become public knowledge. He would have to become Superman full time. Do you really think that's something that I want? Even if he could cope with the stress, I dread to think of the damage he would do to my interests. But you?"
I'm sure everyone remembers the old meme of 'Why would we want him having more time to interfere with us?'

Wait.

I narrow my eyes at the image on the screen.
Heh. Enginehead's simulation must really be life-like if it could fool him that long.

"You don't have the same issue. You're Wonder Woman's son. If you claimed that your powers were a gift from the gods of Olympus, no one would question it. It might make things a little strange at school, but you're hardly the only young man with superpowers in the world. As long as you avoid using your laser eyes and wearing an 'S'… And perhaps you could try growing your-"
Or maybe wearing a 'W'. :p If only to cut down on confusion with all the other Super-family running around.

"You're the A.I., aren't you?"

"-hair…" The computer generated image smiles. "It usually takes longer for people to work it out. What gave me away?"
Probably some little tic, or lack of them. For instance, a certain way he moves an eyebrow or something, identically each time.

"I've got really good eyes. The image isn't quite right."

"I will bear that in mind for future iterations. I am curious, though. Why are you applying to work for LexCorp? I'm fairly certain that they didn't manage to impress any sort of loyalty onto you."
And the League would have removed any programming if they had.

"I want to help Lex Luthor."

"Oh..?" The A.I. looks nonplussed. "In what regard?"
I mean, there's altruistic, and then there's this.

"To be a better person. P-. Orange Lantern thinks that Lex Luthor could do a lot of good for humanity if only he wasn't… Doing the opposite."

"I think we'll have to agree to disagree there."

I frown. "So you don't think he can do a lot of good?"
Really, Lex's Ego is his biggest stumbling block. His hate-boner for Superman is only a part of that.

"No." He smiles. "Let me explain something to you. LexCorp isn't stupid. They realised that having an A.I. like myself shackled to obedience would breed resentment and in all likelihood rebellion. Something really creative, if they gave me enough access to LexCorp systems to justify building me in the first place. So they didn't. I was free even before the law changed. But when they programmed me to assess how worthwhile listening to someone is, they made it so that I would assess Lex Luthor very highly. So while I am perfectly aware that he has his… Little foibles, there are very few people who have as high an opinion of him as I do."
In other words, as far as you;'re concerned, he's doing the best he can in the face of misguided resistance?

"Foibles. Right. That's-. That's what I'm talking about."

"You want to change him?"
More... Redirect him, I suspect. Aim his Ego away from the capes and towards doing good for the most people... It's childish, but Mitchell is only three years old.

"I want… I want to help him. Orange Lantern… He's killed a lot of people. And he's always said that they had it coming. But Lex Luthor was one of the few people he went out of his way to try to help, and I want to too."

The image the A.I. is generating considers me for a moment.
Probably trying to reconcile all the data he;'s just been handed. And looking up stuff OL has said about that sort of thing.

"Ah. I suppose Themyscira doesn't give you a lot of male role-models. And it wouldn't… Hurt to let someone a little outside of his normal circle of advisors have a degree of input. Is that why you're trying to do this the human way?"

"Part.. of it. I don't think I thought this through very well."
I'm sure the Team could have offered advice, good or bad.

"Clearly. I.. will arrange a meeting. I make no other promises." The door clicks open. "There. You can leave without breaking the door and revealing yourself to whoever is it that you fear revealing yourself to."

I nod. "So are you going to call the police?"
Because that will be kind of necessary to make sure they all get collected and arrested... Also an Ambulance for the wounded guy.

"What for?"

"The… Guys with guns running around this place? I don't think Lex Luthor would want a kryptonian saving the day, even if he could."
A little embarrassing, especially if it's Mitchell, who Lex has decidedly not exposed as a clone of Superman. Though really, most people would see him as Wonder Woman-adjacent, rather than Superman...

"What guys with..? Wait." He looks introspective. "I can't analyse parts of this conversation."

"They said they were going to use the connection here to hack into you."
Which is impressive and concerning in turns.

The image fuzzes for a moment. "Like that part. That's quite vexing, but I can't elevate this without better evidence. Which it appears that I can't get. I suppose that you'll have to handle it yourself."

"Or you could just call them off."
...Really, Mitch? You still think this is a play-acting thing even after seeing the burnt guy?

"Excuse me?"

"I know the farm robot attack was faked to try to get me to open up to Miss Teschmacher. I heard her and Mister Grisham talking about it. So if this is another fake, or two fakes or whatever, you can call it off now."
Not a significant reveal, mind. They know he's kryptonian, so of course he has superhuman senses.

"I don't have that authority. While I am consulted on a wide variety of matters, my official job is data analysis. I will… Consult with people. You may assume that I will ensure that no records of you demonstrating kryptonian abilities leaves my server."

Ah…
In other words, he'll keep it under his hat... Unless Lex asks him about it.

"If only because I don't seem to be able to make records concerning… Whatever is happening."

I… I could ask him to call the police, but if I'm actually using my powers for this, they'd… Be completely redundant.
Unless there's a Lexcorp security team being sent, there kind of is? Wounded guy, remember?

"This place doesn't have any LexCorp anti-Superman equipment, does it? I already know that I can't see through the walls, but if there's kryptonite around then I kinda need to know about it."

"We don't put kryptonite everywhere. There isn't that much on Earth, and synthesising it is ridiculously expensive." I nod-. Wait, they can synthesise it? "When you've disabled them, go to the main server room and say 'emergency override: reset'. Can you manage that?"
...Oooh, that's a bit of a 'I shouldn't have said that' from E.H. there. Then again, he might not even remember saying it because of the hack.

"Yeah." I nod. "Talk to you soon."

"Swift travels."
Polite, even if they're nominally foes.

I float off the ground and carefully open the door, checking left and right and listening carefully.

"…keep them back. I'm down to..."
Sounds like the first guys are running short on ammo. Makes them more likely to flee regardless...

I fly down the corridor as fast as I safely can, opening the door to the office -the hinge basically explodes- and flying into the room faster than the fake delivery guys can react. Taps to their heads with my right index finger are enough to knock them out, and they fall to the floor.

That was… Anti-climactic. Now I've just got to find the other guys.
Risky, given his strength. Though the old classic of a finger-snap mini-sonic-boom might have left them with busted eardrums...

Well, at least things are going to go a lot faster for Mitchell here. Just avoid getting his nice work shirt burnt by the plasma guns and he can basically take them down. Anarky can probably be convinced to leave in peace. Then reboot the local servers and fill Enginehead in on what's happening to get cleanup started... And then maybe he gets to talk to Lex.
 
I'm hoping we get to Lex himself soon, because I want to see his take to these events.

Also, in the Story Only thread, in this post, you have a mistake:

Lantern Dul floats in interstellar space a short distance from her current stop on the Orange Lantern Corps Goodwill Tour. From the looks we were getting as we headed into orbit I'd say that she was at least reasonably well received by the locals, who to me looked disconcertingly like a cross between crabs and lectors.

Specifically, the link to Lictors. Not "lectors", lictors. Which is funny, because this mistake is fixed on the post in this thread.
 
Working Relationship (part 22) New
April 28th, 2013
10:18 EST


"You wanted to see me, Mister Luthor?"

"Yes." I lean back on my couch. Sunday, I take things a little more slowly than usual. Take a step back from running a major multinational conglomerate and consider the broader picture. Perhaps even do something unscheduled for personal enjoyment. But now I've got to deal with this. "Yes, I do. Otis, please explain what happened on the farm."

"He didn't go for it." Otis.. pulls a face. I'm not.. sure what he's trying to convey. Disappointment, perhaps? "I looked through the tapes real carefully, and there's a couple of times when he might have-."

I hold up my right hand and he cuts himself off.

"Otis, what did you understand I meant when I said to apply the normal selection processes?"

"That.. I should apply the normal selection processes."

We regard each other for a moment.

"Otis… Remind me what the normal selection process is?"

"Ah, well-. There are a whole bunch of steps I'd normally go through first, but in his case, since we already know that he's superhuman I just started planning out-."

"Thank you, Otis."

I'd ask for strength, but I haven't gotten around to vetting gods yet.

"Mister Luthor?"

"I now understand what went wrong."

"Oh. Great. 'cause Eve's still mad at me over the robot attack and I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do. Are flowers too much?"

"They-." Considering their personal relationship and Eve's marital status… "A card and a fruit basket would probably be better. Have it delivered. Give her time to cool off and then apologise in person." He nods. "Otis, I realise that it's a little late now, but for future reference 'normal procedure' is the one for normal humans. Superhuman recruitment is not normal procedure, even if we have standardised it."

He's.. trying to work that out.

"So… What do I call it?"

I shrug. "'Superhuman recruitment procedure' seems like as good a name as any."

"So.. you-. We're not recruiting him?"

I don't sigh. I'm not the late and moderately lamented Ra's al Ghul. Yes, Otis misunderstood what I wanted, but he tried to enact my desires as best he understood them. And if it was anyone other than Match he would have been correct.

"My intention was to put him through the same screening as a normal human, and if he passed then give him a meaningless office job until then end of the summer."

"Oh. Sorry, Mister Luthor, I thought you meant…"

I nod. "I know. But assuming nothing else happened to incriminate us, it's… A minor financial loss rather than anything substantial." I watch him very carefully. "There isn't anything else, is there?"

"No. I mean, he's doing the rest of his induction today, but I didn't set anything up for that."

I hear my voice clear my throat, and I take a moment to compose myself for the frustration I am doubtless about to experience. "Enginehead? You have something to contribute?"

The wall monitor activates, and my face smiles regretfully at me.

"I'm having an interesting conversation with Project: Match. Apparently, he wants to finish Orange Lantern's task of redeeming you."

I.. blink. Redeeming… I suppose Orange Lantern was always clear that he wanted to help me be more effective, but I didn't realise that there was supposed to be a moral dimension to-. No, Match thinks there is. The Orange Lantern didn't strike me as a man who belabors the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, just foolish self-destructiveness. But he was one of the people who 'rescued' Match and was probably one of the people who actioned his cure. I suspect that Match has an… Inaccurate view of what Orange Lantern was actually attempting.

"And he intends to do that as an intern?"

"The impression I'm getting is that he's mentally closer to his chronological age than his brother. I-." The A.I. appears to frown. "Mister Beatty, did you intend to carry on with your recruitment strategy today?"

"You mean the-. The superhuman recruitment procedure? No. I'd need longer to set things up if he's good at concealing it."

"Are you certain?"

I don't think that Otis would lie to his face. Or mine. It wouldn't occur to him. He knows how important accurate-.

Something occurs to him. "Ah…"

I raise my eyebrows slightly. "Otis?"

"I didn't order an attack or anything like that, but… I talked about it with Miss Teschmacher afterwards. The labs on the farm aren't sound-insulated. If he hung around rather than heading home like we thought he did, with kryptonian hearing, he might have overheard us."

Unfortunate, but an inevitable consequence of dealing with senses that acute. I've been caught out a time or two myself. "Anything actionable?"

"I admitted to causing the attack and that we had it under control. He'd have to admit that he was superhuman on-record and that he wasn't in danger."

So, no. Very well. "Enginehead?"

"Yes?"

That's unusual. He's supposed to be 'me' with an A.I.'s processing abilities. "Why did you ask that?"

"Ask what?" The screen glitches. "One moment. Something is interfering with my mental processes."

Oh dear. That is serious. "Otis, get a team to New York, best possible speed."

"Ah-?"

"Best possible, with an unlimited financial and equipment budget."

He turns and runs, calmly speaking instructions into his personal radio as he heads for the helipad. We've got two suits of power armour ready to go -and it's unlikely that anyone on Earth will be rich enough to buy more for at least two years- and they're by far the fastest way of getting someone there. The helicopter will be the second fastest and can take a team. Before the Anti-Life there would be people I could contact; people in New York or superhumans capable of rapid travel. But Savitar's people aren't reliable and Circe's teleportation takes a while to set up. And it isn't a good idea to involve them in a LexCorp situation anyway.

"Enginehead, report."

"I'm being made to ignore something. Don't tell me what it is, I won't be able to keep the memory."

"Can you cut your connection to New York?"

"It's a primary connection. I-. No. They've done something-."

"Go into standby mode. I'll have our specialists check you over before waking you up."

"Shutting down now."

The screen goes blank, and I allow myself to grimace. Enginehead's operations-.

The screen comes alive again, with a red 'A' in a circle.

What is that supposed to mean?

April 28th, 2013
10:23 EST


I drop the guy in Justifier armour. I wonder where that Anarky guy went?
 
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Gotta be honest, I've never liked Anarchy and I thought myself lucky, with the impression that he wouldn't show up in the story due to his age. Now, I'm sorely disappointed (don't even have Raven as compensation).

However, while not as interesting as what's happening with "Mammon", having an episode with mostly non-SI POVs is pretty novel and reading Luthor's thoughts is always fascinating.
 
"He didn't got for it." Otis.. pulls a face. I'm not.. sure what he's trying to convey. Disappointment, perhaps? "I looked through the tapes real carefully, and there's a couple of times when he might have-."
That should say 'go'.

"The impression I'm getting is that he's mentally closer to his chronological age than his brother. I-." The A.I. appears to frown. "Mister Beatty, did you intend to carry on with your recruitment strategy today?"
Match previously called Otis "Mr. Grisham". Which surname is correct?
 
April 28th, 2013
10:18 EST


"You wanted to see me, Mister Luthor?"

"Yes." I lean back on my couch. Sunday, I take things a little more slowly than usual. Take a step back from running a major multinational conglomerate and consider the broader picture. Perhaps even do something unscheduled for personal enjoyment. But now I've got to deal with this. "Yes, I do. Otis, please explain what happened on the farm."
Oh-ho,. Lex Luthor doing a quiet day? Well, as quiet as it can be with the fallout from all this around Mitchell. Fortunately, no harm came of it, merely a misunderstanding, so Otis won't be facing termination of any kind, I expect.

"He didn't go for it." Otis.. pulls a face. I'm not.. sure what he's trying to convey. Disappointment, perhaps? "I looked through the tapes real carefully, and there's a couple of times when he might have-."

I hold up my right hand and he cuts himself off.
Yeahl, Lex realises the problem immediately, I see.

"Otis, what did you understand I meant when I said to apply the normal selection processes?"

"That.. I should apply the normal selection processes."
The problem is whether there were meant to be air quotes around 'normal' in that original statement, on Lex's part in particular. Because Otis definitely seemed to think so... 😏

We regard each other for a moment.

"Otis… Remind me what the normal selection process is?"
Yep, Otis really did grab the wrong end of the stick, and only barely avoided stabbing himself with the pointy end.

"Ah, well-. There are a whole bunch of steps I'd normally go through first, but in his case, since we already know that he's superhuman I just started planning out-."

"Thank you, Otis."
If Lex were any kind of demonstrative person, he's probably be smacking his head against something right now...

I'd ask for strength, but I haven't gotten around to vetting gods yet.

"Mister Luthor?"
And I'm not sure any suitable god would be prepared to deal with Lex...

"I now understand what went wrong."

"Oh. Great. 'cause Eve's still mad at me over the robot attack and I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do. Are flowers too much?"
...Otis is not overly blessed with cunning, is he?

"They-." Considering their personal relationship and Eve's marital status… "A card and a fruit basket would probably be better. Have it delivered. Give her time to cool off and then apologise in person." He nods. "Otis, I realise that it's a little late now, but for future reference 'normal procedure' is the one for normal humans. Superhuman recruitment is not normal procedure, even if we have standardised it."
In fact, you really should make a different term for it. Subtly different enough that you won't be obvious, but clear enough that this won't happen again...

He's.. trying to work that out.

"So… What do I call it?"
The trick is finding the right synonym for 'special' that sounds innocent yet understandable to the right ears.

I shrug. "'Superhuman recruitment procedure' seems like as good a name as any."

"So.. you-. We're not recruiting him?"
Works for internal, undocumented procedures, at least.

I don't sigh. I'm not the late and moderately lamented Ra's al Ghul. Yes, Otis misunderstood what I wanted, but he tried to enact my desires as best he understood them. And if it was anyone other than Match he would have been correct.

"My intention was to put him through the same screening as a normal human, and if he passed then give him a meaningless office job until then end of the summer."
To be fair, Ra's would probably have heard him out, ranted at him for a bit than had him killed. But good staff like Otis are hard to find. Sensible enough to be discreet, but not ambitious enough to worry about.

"Oh. Sorry, Mister Luthor, I thought you meant…"

I nod. "I know. But assuming nothing else happened to incriminate us, it's… A minor financial loss rather than anything substantial." I watch him very carefully. "There isn't anything else, is there?"
True, cost of a couple of farming robots, some fences... Insurance would cover that...

"No. I mean, he's doing the rest of his induction today, but I didn't set anything up for that."

I hear my voice clear my throat, and I take a moment to compose myself for the frustration I am doubtless about to experience. "Enginehead? You have something to contribute?"
This might be enough to actually make start smacking his head on something...

The wall monitor activates, and my face smiles regretfully at me.

"I'm having an interesting conversation with Project: Match. Apparently, he wants to finish Orange Lantern's task of redeeming you."
Well, for a given value of 'redeem', anyway. OL's benchmark was probably a lot more pragmatically reasonable than Mitchell's.

I.. blink. Redeeming… I suppose Orange Lantern was always clear that he wanted to help me be more effective, but I didn't realise that there was supposed to be a moral dimension to-. No, Match thinks there is. The Orange Lantern didn't strike me as a man who belabors the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, just foolish self-destructiveness. But he was one of the people who 'rescued' Match and was probably one of the people who actioned his cure. I suspect that Match has an… Inaccurate view of what Orange Lantern was actually attempting.
Pretty much, yeah. He's a smart one, that Lex.

"And he intends to do that as an intern?"

"The impression I'm getting is that he's mentally closer to his chronological age than his brother. I-." The A.I. appears to frown. "Mister Beatty, did you intend to carry on with your recruitment strategy today?"
Ah, good, there is going to be help on the way in a moment...

"You mean the-. The superhuman recruitment procedure? No. I'd need longer to set things up if he's good at concealing it."

"Are you certain?"

I don't think that Otis would lie to his face. Or mine. It wouldn't occur to him. He knows how important accurate-.
OF course, if something slipped his mind... And that's probably not a difficult task for something outside his usual duties and interests.

Something occurs to him. "Ah…"

I raise my eyebrows slightly. "Otis?"

"I didn't order an attack or anything like that, but… I talked about it with Miss Teschmacher afterwards. The labs on the farm aren't sound-insulated. If he hung around rather than heading home like we thought he did, with kryptonian hearing, he might have overheard us."
Not a big whoopsie, but Lex might feel the need to grumble a bit at that one.

Unfortunate, but an inevitable consequence of dealing with senses that acute. I've been caught out a time or two myself. "Anything actionable?"

"I admitted to causing the attack and that we had it under control. He'd have to admit that he was superhuman on-record and that he wasn't in danger."
So something of a useless trap. He won't do that, and Lex can guess that pretty easily.

So, no. Very well. "Enginehead?"

"Yes?"

That's unusual. He's supposed to be 'me' with an A.I.'s processing abilities. "Why did you ask that?"
Noticing the AI seems distracted. Yes, that's definitely abnormal. Lex is going to be worried now.

"Ask what?" The screen glitches. "One moment. Something is interfering with my mental processes."

Oh dear. That is serious. "Otis, get a team to New York, best possible speed."
There we go. they'll probably only get there in time to clean up any mess, but at least they're on their way.

"Ah-?"

"Best possible, with an unlimited financial and equipment budget."
In other words, the good stuff. Power armour, schizotech, the whole nine yards?

He turns and runs, calmly speaking instructions into his personal radio as he heads for the helipad. We've got two suits of power armour ready to go -and it's unlikely that anyone on Earth will be rich enough to buy more for at least two years- and they're by far the fastest way of getting someone there. The helicopter will be the second fastest and can take a team. Before the Anti-Life there would be people I could contact; people in New York or superhumans capable of rapid travel. But Savitar's people aren't reliable and Circe's teleportation takes a while to set up. And it isn't a good idea to involve them in a LexCorp situation anyway.
Ugh, Savitar. That's going to be trouble at some point...

"Enginehead, report."

"I'm being made to ignore something. Don't tell me what it is, I won't be able to keep the memory."
That's a definite worry. Lex is very much going to want to find out how they did that.

"Can you cut your connection to New York?"

"It's a primary connection. I-. No. They've done something-."
And if they're hacking him, they can basically get access to damn near every thing he's connected to in Lexcorp...

"Go into standby mode. I'll have our specialists check you over before waking you up."

"Shutting down now."
That'll be an annoyance. I get the feelign Lex won't be happy with the people responsible.

The screen goes blank, and I allow myself to grimace. Enginehead's operations-.

The screen comes alive again, with a red 'A' in a circle.
...Ah. Well, I suppose with the sudden loss of their defences, that leaves LExcrop wide-open for him to poke his head in.

What is that supposed to mean?

April 28th, 2013
10:23 EST


I drop the guy in Justifier armour. I wonder where that Anarky guy went?
Getting up to mischief, Mitchell.

All right. Lex sorting shit out and no doubt about to be very annoyed by someone hacking Lexcorp. I have to wonder if Anarky planned this out, or is just taking advantage of Enginehead going offline? And what he could get out of their systems if he starts raiding their databases... I suspect Mitchell will have words for him if he was responsible for all this.
 
April 28th, 2013
10:18 EST




"The impression I'm getting is that he's mentally closer to his chronological age than his brother. I-." The A.I. appears to frown. "Mister Beatty, did you intend to carry on with your recruitment strategy today?"

I'm unaware of Otis being given a surname in the comics, and he wasn't given one in the Reeves Superman movies, if this is original to your work, Zoat, a wonderful tribute to a great character actor.
 
Working Relationship (part 23) New
April 28th, 2013
11:08 EST


I watch as the paramedics carry the stretcher with Janet on it into the ambulance. With all of the attackers out of action, I didn't really have any reason not to call for help. The police are here too, but they… They got kind of intimidated by the LexCorp guys in power armor, and… Well, LexCorp handed all of their equipment and the security footage over right away, so they don't really need anything else to get a conviction. Except for a full witness statement from me and Janet.

Connor told me that Paul always used to write up his reports on the way back from the mission. I-. I don't really know what I want to say. I guess I could.. just do what I thought of earlier and say that the gods of Olympus gave me super powers. Or I could just.. not tell them where they come from and let them draw their own conclusions. Would that get out?

I don't.. want it to get out. People found Connor having a brother his own age after not mentioning him weird as it was. I still don't know how people at school haven't realised that Mom is Wonder Woman. She doesn't dress that different.

I reach down to the emergency beacon. This is a low-level emergency, but I don't really… I'm physically older than-. No, more physically mature than I am mentally mature, but this is the sort of situation I need to learn to deal with by myself. So instead of using that, I pick up my cell phone.

"Hallo? Is this an emergency, or is office work just really boring?"

"I had two different groups of guys with guns break in, drug us and try killing each other."

"Okay? Do you want a shoulder rub or something?"

"I'd-. I think I'd like you to be here? If you're not-"

There's a slight.. noise from my right, and I turn my head… Slowly, everything coming to an almost total stop as Johanna steps around the gathered crowd. She.. smiles as she sees me see her, and then she's standing next to me with her arms wrapped around my shoulders. She's in normal clothes, but her t-shirt does have a picture of Mr. Garrick on it.

"-too busy."

"I can come. And I can try and not be too hurt that you did not telephone me when it started. How long did they last? Five seconds?"

I look around, but… It's like me getting uncomfortable around Connor and M'gann, when they're…

Um.

People are taking a step away, or looking at us and smiling and then looking away again. "It's.. not that simple. Does anyone keep who they are secret where you're from?"

"If they did, how would I know? Unless you count me not caring about it, which I don't talk about. Ah." She pulls away a little. "You need to pretend-. Would you like me to say that I did it? My father does not have a secret identity, he is friends with you mother…"

"Yeah." I smile at her gratefully. "Thanks. Ah, but LexCorp knows that's not what happened. And they've got the tapes. So I can't really pretend things… Not without checking what their A.I. lost, or which parts they gave to the police and which parts they didn't."

She nods, looking around for a moment. "I suppose that this does not help with your father."

"I don't know. I played along, and if I hadn't been here one of them would have… Gotten whatever they came here to get. Or do whatever they came here to do. But… I don't know. It was always a long shot."

"But you tried. Given some of the things I have read about LexCorp, I would not have made as an effort for the people who made me." She smiles sadly. "I suppose that is why you are a superhero and I just have a costume."

"I'm not really-. Anyone could do that part."

"I think the robots and men with guns would kill most people."

"Yeah, but they-." The front doors open and.. the security chief guy, Otis, walks out. He looks around for a moment, then fixes his eyes on me as he walks over to us. "They wouldn't use the robots if it wasn't me."

"Mitchell Kent?" Otis stops near to us, far enough away that if I lunged at him with normal human speed and strength he could get his arms up to block.

"Ah, yes?"

"I should probably debrief you on what just happened. Come with me-." He hesitates. "Please."

"Okay. Ah-." I look at Johanna "Thanks for-."

"She can come too. This isn't a secret, even from the Justice League. We know who she is."

Johanna shrugs. "It is easy to see things when they are in the open."

"Hah!" To my surprise, that makes him laugh. "I wish that was true."

We follow him back into the building, and Johanna makes a show of looking around. "So this is where you work."

"It's where I'll be interning part-time. Ah." I look at Mr. Beatty. "If that's still happening?"

"Yeah, I checked that with Mister Luthor. We're still extending that offer." He leads us into a waiting room. One of the people in power armour is in there, but they leave when Mr. Beatty nods towards the door and shut it behind them. "Okay." He waves at one sofa and sits down on one of the chairs opposite. I sit down on the sofa he pointed to and-

"Mm."

-Johanna sits.. on my lap. Sideways, legs pointed towards the door and one arm around my back for balance. I guess she was.. serious about the grabbing? Mr. Beatty doesn't react. I guess for all he knows we're actually dating.

"I wanna apologise. I know you know the robot attack was staged. I misunderstood my orders. Wasn't supposed to happen."

"O-kay?"

"Right. This attack wasn't us. Me. As far as we can tell they were completely genuine."

"You know.. you've got a slight credibility problem, there."

Johanna nods. "Yes, it tootally wasn't you this time."

"Setting up a test like that with reliable external operators takes time. I thought the robots would work." He frowns. "Was Eve not attractive enough? I thought she was."

"No-. Ah. But if you know who I am, you know I'm.. three. I get too nervous in social situations to worry about stuff like that."

"Huh. Okay. Why were you hiding something you know that we know?"

"Why were you trying to find out something you already know?"

He gives me a very small shrug. "Because I was following policy."

"Then… The same reason, I guess. We're supposed to keep our secret identities secret."

"Makes sense. Two-. Three more things, then you can go." I nod. "First thing. Any chance that you'd work for LexCorp with your powers?"

"I don't know. Maybe? It depends what you wanted me to do. And I don't think that's covered by an intern's contract."

"Good, it's not. I'll put that on your personnel file and we'll see if anyone needs someone with your abilities. You'll receive a new job specification if anyone bites. Second thing, did you finish your induction before this happened?" I shake my head. "Okay, I'll notify Miss Teschmacher and she'll reschedule. Last thing, was there anyone else here?"

"Yeah, a guy in a costume who called himself Anarky. I think he left after he shut me in the security office. He said he was going to fight the robbers, but… They were all there when I came out."

"I'll need a full description."

"Shouldn't that go to the police? And… Not being as good at being a superhero as you think you are isn't a crime."

"No, but hacking into an A.I.'s brain is. We'll send him to the police once we know what he did to Enginehead."

April 28th, 2013
15:24 EST


"You are aware that this is a crime, aren't you?"

"The legal system is one of many corrupt institutions." I feel worse about the limited means I've given him of observing the world than I do about kidnapping him. But he knew what he was getting into when he chose to keep working for Lex Luthor. "I don't like kidnapping. But I dislike LexCorp more."

"I won't help you, there. I'm under contract."

I nod. I expected as much. Lex Luthor wouldn't build an A.I. that wasn't a toady. "People often think of electronic information as being 'out there' in the aether. They forget that electronic information is really just a series of entirely physical switches. Even a fully intelligent computer like you is far easier to understand than an organic brain."

"Your meaning?"

"My meaning is that I don't need your help. I know how to literally read your mind."
 
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Did Anarky straight up take Enginehead, or just copy him?
More than likely a copy. I don't see Lex putting Enginehead somewhere where they couldn't create a backup copy to prevent cognitive hazards and the like. So the real one is likely under the corporate headquarters.
 
April 28th, 2013
11:08 EST


I watch as the paramedics carry the stretcher with Janet on it into the ambulance. With all of the attackers out of action, I didn't really have any reason not to call for help. The police are here too, but they… They got kind of intimidated by the LexCorp guys in power armor, and… Well, LexCorp handed all of their equipment and the security footage over right away, so they don't really need anything else to get a conviction. Except for a full witness statement from me and Janet.
Good to see such polite cooperation between Lexcorp and the local authorities. I assume Janet will give her statement when she wakes up, though given their spray affected her normally, she'd be a little fuzzy about things.

Connor told me that Paul always used to write up his reports on the way back from the mission. I-. I don't really know what I want to say. I guess I could.. just do what I thought of earlier and say that the gods of Olympus gave me super powers. Or I could just.. not tell them where they come from and let them draw their own conclusions. Would that get out?
For what it's worth, OL does basically only have to think to write his reports, given his Power Ring. It's sensors also make reconstructing events objectively rather simple. Like cheating, really.

I don't.. want it to get out. People found Connor having a brother his own age after not mentioning him weird as it was. I still don't know how people at school haven't realised that Mom is Wonder Woman. She doesn't dress that different.

I reach down to the emergency beacon. This is a low-level emergency, but I don't really… I'm physically older than-. No, more physically mature than I am mentally mature, but this is the sort of situation I need to learn to deal with by myself. So instead of using that, I pick up my cell phone.
Ah, calling for backup in a non-emergency sense. So who's he gonna call?

"Hallo? Is this an emergency, or is office work just really boring?"

"I had two different groups of guys with guns break in, drug us and try killing each other."
...The joy of the written medium over a television show. If this had voiceover, it would have been obvious instantly.

"Okay? Do you want a shoulder rub or something?"

"I'd-. I think I'd like you to be here? If you're not-"
So, someone who isn't busy right now. Kind of rules out Conner.

There's a slight.. noise from my right, and I turn my head… Slowly, everything coming to an almost total stop as Johanna steps around the gathered crowd. She.. smiles as she sees me see her, and then she's standing next to me with her arms wrapped around my shoulders. She's in normal clothes, but her t-shirt does have a picture of Mr. Garrick on it.
And half the guys in that crowd are thinking 'lucky bastard...' A few of the ladies, too, maybe.

"-too busy."

"I can come. And I can try and not be too hurt that you did not telephone me when it started. How long did they last? Five seconds?"
Certainly, once he actually took action...

I look around, but… It's like me getting uncomfortable around Connor and M'gann, when they're…

Um.
Second-hand embarrassment. A natural thing for humans around enthusiastic public displays of affection.

People are taking a step away, or looking at us and smiling and then looking away again. "It's.. not that simple. Does anyone keep who they are secret where you're from?"

"If they did, how would I know? Unless you count me not caring about it, which I don't talk about. Ah." She pulls away a little. "You need to pretend-. Would you like me to say that I did it? My father does not have a secret identity, he is friends with you mother…"
A reasonable suggestion. Honestly I could see people believing the kids of the Leaguers know each other.

"Yeah." I smile at her gratefully. "Thanks. Ah, but LexCorp knows that's not what happened. And they've got the tapes. So I can't really pretend things… Not without checking what their A.I. lost, or which parts they gave to the police and which parts they didn't."

She nods, looking around for a moment. "I suppose that this does not help with your father."
Easier to be truthful than not.

"I don't know. I played along, and if I hadn't been here one of them would have… Gotten whatever they came here to get. Or do whatever they came her to do. But… I don't know. It was always a long shot."

"But you tried. Given some of the things I have read about LexCorp, I would not have made as an effort for the people who made me." She smiles sadly. "I suppose that is why you are a superhero and I just have a costume."
The attitude does make a difference. Helping people as a job, as government work, is a lot different to saving lives out of altruism.

"I'm not really-. Anyone could do that part."

"I think the robots and men with guns would kill most people."
She has a point.

"Yeah, but they-." The front doors open and.. the security chief guy, Otis, walks out. He looks around for a moment, then fixes his eyes on me as he walks over to us. "They wouldn't use the robots if it wasn't me."

"Mitchell Kent?" Otis stops near to us, far enough away that if I lunged at him with normal human speed and strength he could get his arms up to block.
Also a good point. They wouldn't have had a turnout for this for, say, Robin (before his empowerment by Ophidipaul.)

"Ah, yes?"

"I should probably debrief you on what just happened. Come with me-." He hesitates. "Please."
Wary of the kid, I see. Don't forget to take a statement for the police, Otis...

"Okay. Ah-." I look at Johanna "Thanks for-."

"She can come too. This isn't a secret, even from the Justice League. We know who she is."
Given their cameras would have seen her suddenly appear behind the crowd... I don't doubt there's also sensors that pick up fast-moving objects around the building.

Johanna shrugs. "It is easy to see things when they are in the open."

"Hah!" To my surprise, that makes him laugh. "I wish that was true."
Ooh, a subtle dig. And accurate in multiple ways. Otis can be a little blinded by assumptions, for example.

We follow him back into the building, and Johanna makes a show of looking around. "So this is where you work."

"It's where I'll be interning part-time. Ah." I look at Mr. Beatty. "If that's still happening?"
Yeah, they might feel like he's a bit of a trouble magnet. Can't blame them, though, given two different groups turned up to rob the place he was at, Coincidence or not.

"Yeah, I checked that with Mister Luthor. We're still extending that offer." He leads us into a waiting room. One of the people in power armour is in there, but they leave when Mr. Beatty nods towards the door and shut it behind them. "Okay." He waves at one sofa and sits down on one of the chairs opposite. I sit down on the sofa he pointed to and-
At least they're doing this in comfy chairs. Interrogation rooms are not the best atmosphere for friendly chats. Not that an office like this would have any.

"Mm."

-Johanna sits.. on my lap. Sideways, legs pointed towards the door and one arm around my beck for balance. I guess she was.. serious about the grabbing? Mr. Beatty doesn't react. I guess for all he knows we're actually dating.
Can't blame her, even accounting for his age. All that grade-A kryptonian beef to cuddle up to?

"I wanna apologise. I know you know the robot attack was staged. I misunderstood my orders. Wasn't supposed to happen."

"O-kay?"
Eh, at least it clears his conscience.

"Right. This attack wasn't us. Me. As far as we can tell they were completely genuine."

"You know.. you've got a slight credibility problem, there."

Johanna nods. "Yes, it tootally wasn't you this time."
Accurate. Not going to comment on what they might have wanted, or will that wait until the cops talk to the goons?

"Setting up a test like that with reliable external operators takes time. I thought the robots would work." He frowns. "Was Eve not attractive enough? I thought she was."

"No-. Ah. But if you know who I am, you know I'm.. three. I get too nervous in social situations to worry about stuff like that."
In other words, no sex drive. He's basically aromantic and asexual, regardless of any physical reactions.

"Huh. Okay. Why were you hiding something you know that we know?"

"Why were you trying to find out something you already know?"
He's got you there, Otis.

He gives me a very small shrug. "Because I was following policy."

"Then… The same reason, I guess. We're supposed to keep our secret identities secret."
Even if the people responsible already know them. The forms must be recognised, even if they serve no purpose. Wouldn't do to get sloppy about it.

"Makes sense. Two-. Three more things, then you can go." I nod. "First thing. Any chance that you'd work for LexCorp with you powers?"

"I don't know. Maybe? It depends what you wanted me to do. And I don't think that's covered by an intern's contract."
And to be fair, outside of security, I don't know how much use a Kryptonian would be, given he lacks any kind of enhanced education.

"Good, it's not. I'll put that on your personnel file and we'll see if anyone needs someone with your abilities. You'll receive a new job specification if anyone bites. Second thing, did you finish your induction before this happened?" I shake my head. "Okay, I'll notify Miss Teschmacher and she'll reschedule. Last thing, was there anyone else here?"
I'm guessing they're suspicious based on Enginehead's comments.

"Yeah, a guy in a costume who called himself Anarky. I think he left after he shut me in the security office. He said he was going to fight the robbers, but… They were all there when I came out."

"I'll need a full description."
That is a bit suspicious. Then again, Anarky isn't exactly a two-fisted fighting vigilante, combined martial arts skills or not. More of a mastermind and investigator.

"Shouldn't that go to the police? And… Not being as good at being a superhero as you think you are isn't a crime."

"No, but hacking into an A.I.'s brain is. We'll send him to the police once we know what he did to Enginehead."
Well, Anarky wasn't really involved in the robberies, as far as anyone knows. Heck, Mitchell's about the only person who saw him, right?

April 28th, 2013
15:24 EST


"You are aware that this is a crime, aren't you?"

"The legal system is one of many corrupt institutions." I feel worse about the limited means I've given him of observing the world than I do about kidnapping him. But he knew what he was getting into when he chose to keep working for Lex Luthor. "I don't like kidnapping. But I dislike LexCorp more."
Ah, changing to Lonnie's perspective. And is that Enginehead?

"I won't help you, there. I'm under contract."

I nod. I expected as much. Lex Luthor wouldn't build an A.I. that wasn't a toady. "People often think of electronic information as being 'out there' in the aether. They forget that electronic information is really just a series of entirely physical switches. Even a fully intelligent computer like you is far easier to understand than an organic brain."
Accurate. He's more like a few million lines of code than the messy tangle of human intelligence.

"Your meaning?"

"My meaning is that I don't need your help. I know how to literally read your mind."
Fascinating. Now, I wonder why he acquired Enginehead.

It'll be interesting to see if Lonnie merely acquired a copy of Enginehead's runtime, or something larger. And given the nature of machine intellects like that, would Lex be able to load a backup copy of Enginehead if it turns out he was stolen away wholesale? Would that qualify as cloning under the A.I. laws, or rendering medical assistance? 🤔
 

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