In the days that followed, Orach divided his time between overseeing Wayne Tech's research initiatives his team was responsible for and developing advanced simulation training programs for the champions. During this period, he became particularly intrigued by the Holographic Emitter project that Lucius Fox's R&D division had been developing for months.
An idea struck him. Instead of building the training technology himself as he'd planned, why not guide the humans to develop it? This aligned perfectly with his philosophy of empowering Earth's technological growth rather than simply handing them advanced tech.
During lunch with Bruce and Lucius, after reviewing several ongoing projects, Orach casually brought up the simulation technology.
"Your simulation technology shows real promise," he remarked thoughtfully after Lucius finished his updates. "With a few modifications, though, you could develop something significantly more powerful that would open up possibilities for applications far beyond your original vision."
Lucius leaned forward, intrigued. "What do you have in mind?"
Orach projected a detailed holographic schematic from his device. The blue projection rotated slowly between them, displaying complex equations and technical specifications.
"These modifications," he explained, pointing to specific areas, "would allow you to create fully interactive holograms with actual mass and complete environmental integration. The applications would go well beyond your initial concept."
Bruce studied the projections intently. "Orach, this… couldn't this serve as the foundation for the League's training arena?"
"Exactly," Orach nodded with a slight smile. "The League and Titans would need to wait a bit longer since your company would be building it rather than me, but consider the bigger picture. If I built it, only they would benefit. But if Wayne Tech develops this technology independently, you're not just creating a training arena—you're advancing Earth's technological capabilities and creating a valuable commercial product as well. That's ultimately better for humanity's progress."
Bruce considered this briefly before agreeing with a nod. "The League and Titans will need time to adjust to your training routines anyway. This plan works well for everyone."
When Lucius shared Orach's ideas with the engineering team, they weren't thrilled at first. After months of meticulous work, they'd need to start over in many ways. But as Lucius walked them through the possibilities, their reluctance quickly gave way to enthusiasm. The potential was undeniable – gravity manipulation, realistic touch feedback, and compact components would take their technology to another level entirely. Once they added proper safety protocols, this could open doors they hadn't even considered.
Within a span of two months, while Orach's team relocated to a more secure facility for their classified work, Lucius's engineers produced a working prototype. In a highly secured environment with only Lucius supervising and only Bruce granted access, they tested holograms with physical mass that interacted with both surroundings and people with remarkable realism.
Initially modest in scope, the project aimed to create training programs for first responders and medical professionals in controlled environments. With Orach's modifications, however, the system evolved dramatically—now capable of generating limitless customizable scenarios that varied injury severity, environmental conditions, and gravity levels while producing physiologically accurate patient responses with remarkable realism.
After two weeks of intensive testing and programming countless emergency scenarios, Wayne Tech finalized the product and sent out press invitations for a launch event. Following the MedPod's global success, speculation ran wild about whether this new technology involved Orach. Competitors and media watched eagerly as Wayne Tech maintained secrecy, neither confirming nor denying rumors.
The venue choice—an open field instead of the usual corporate auditorium—only heightened curiosity. On launch day, journalists and industry representatives gathered around a large circular grassy area surrounded by seating, puzzled but excited about what they might see.
Bruce Wayne strode confidently to the center and addressed the crowd with his trademark charm.
"Thank you all for joining us for what I believe will be a transformative moment in technology," he announced, his voice carrying across the venue before gesturing beside him. "I'll now hand things over to the brilliant mind behind this innovation, our Head of R&D, Lucius Fox."
Lucius stepped forward with two assistants carrying small handheld devices, which they positioned in a cross pattern on the grass.
"What we're about to show you today," Lucius began proudly, "is the culmination of years of research into photonic manipulation and spatial rendering. We call it the Holographic Reality Emitter, or HRE."
The announcement drew mixed reactions—excitement about new technology but visible skepticism about what these small, unassuming devices could possibly do. Lucius smiled knowingly before introducing the participants: a firefighter, a surgeon, and a professional basketball player.
"I should warn you," Lucius cautioned, his expression serious, "what you're about to witness might be startling. Please stay in your seats no matter what you see or feel."
With a nod to his assistants, Lucius activated the devices. A column of shimmering light erupted between them, momentarily blinding everyone. When vision cleared, gasps rippled through the crowd. Where empty grass had been moments before now stood a three-story building engulfed in flames. Heat radiated with such convincing intensity that several audience members jumped up in alarm.
As concerned audience members rose from their seats, Wayne Tech staff quickly moved to calm them. Lucius addressed the crowd with a reassuring smile, "Don't worry - what you're feeling isn't real fire. This is a fully interactive holographic simulation with complete thermal feedback. The flames don't actually exist, but your senses are completely convinced they do. Your brain literally can't distinguish this from reality."
The firefighter, who had tested the technology previously under strict confidentiality, demonstrated a rescue operation, moving through the burning structure with remarkable authenticity. The audience watched in stunned silence as he emerged carrying a simulated victim, sweat beading on his forehead despite the fire being an illusion.
The medical demonstration truly showcased the technology's potential. As the simulation seamlessly shifted to a hospital operating theater, the surgeon performed a complex cardiac procedure on a holographic patient that responded physiologically to her every action—bleeding when cut, vitals changing with interventions, tissues offering realistic resistance to surgical tools.
"Now," the surgeon announced confidently, "I'd like to try a scenario I haven't rehearsed."
The environment instantly transformed into a makeshift field hospital in what looked like a war zone. Distant explosions echoed as the surgeon focused on saving a critically injured patient with limited resources. Though well-trained with the technology, this specific scenario was new to her—she had requested it remain a surprise to test the system's adaptability.
The audience watched in awe as she responded to changing vital signs, adapted to unexpected complications, and eventually stabilized the patient under extraordinary conditions. When the simulation ended, her relief was genuine.
"While we initially focused on medical and emergency response training applications," Lucius continued after thanking the impressed surgeon, "we've recently begun exploring how this technology can benefit other markets as well. For example, the entertainment industry—particularly sports and gaming—stands to gain tremendously from this technology."
For the final demonstration, the basketball player took center stage as the simulation generated a court section with a three-point line and backboard. A holographic opponent appeared—indistinguishable from a real person—and engaged the professional in an intense one-on-one. After several minutes of physically demanding play, the pro finally scored and turned to the audience, amazement written across his face.
"Man, this is unreal," he panted, wiping sweat from his brow. "Everything feels authentic—the way the defender pushes back, the texture of the court, even how the ball responds. This technology is going to revolutionize training."
"Thank you," Lucius said with a warm smile. "Let's show our appreciation for this incredible demonstration."
The crowd erupted in applause as the holograms gracefully dissolved into swirling particles of light, coalescing to form a large Wayne Tech logo. With perfect timing, Lucius stepped through the glowing holographic emblem to thunderous applause from the amazed audience.
As the presentation concluded and the Q&A session began, excitement buzzed through the crowd. Those who had seen Mother Empress—Orach's AI—in action recognized that while this technology wasn't quite at that level, it represented the closest Earth-developed approximation yet.
Vicki Vale, with her characteristic persistence, soon zeroed in on Lucius with questions about Orach's involvement.
"Mr. Fox, to what extent did Mr. Orach contribute to this technology?" she asked, her reporter's instinct telling her there was more beneath the surface.
Lucius took a moment before responding carefully. "Mr. Orach consulted during the final phases, providing valuable insights that enhanced our initial prototype. But make no mistake—this was fundamentally a Wayne Tech achievement, brought to life by our brilliant team of engineers and scientists."
"I see," Vicki nodded, leaning forward with curiosity in her eyes. "So what exactly is Mr. Orach working on these days? I've picked up some interesting rumors about his team heading a classified project at Wayne Tech. Word is they're even relocating to a facility with heightened security, away from the main campus. Can you confirm this move? And perhaps give us a hint about what kind of work requires such an extraordinary level of secrecy?"
A flicker of tension crossed Lucius's face as he mentally noted the security breach. After a thoughtful pause, he replied, "Mr. Orach is indeed spearheading a significant initiative with us—one with potential to fundamentally transform humanity's future. I'm afraid that's all I can disclose at present."
His cryptic response sent a ripple of intrigue through the assembled press. Vicki attempted to press further, but Lucius skillfully steered the conversation back to the HRE technology, leaving the audience speculating about what groundbreaking innovations might be taking shape within Wayne Tech's labs.
Kent Farm - Dusk
Golden light spilled across the Kent farmhouse as Clark and Kara sat on the porch after dinner, watching shadows lengthen over the fields.
"That Wayne Tech presentation was something else," Kara said, shaking her head in amazement. "You know, even on Krypton our holographic tech wasn't that refined. Earth is moving faster than I expected."
They'd spent the afternoon at the farm, making sure to catch Wayne Tech's live broadcast. Despite their Kryptonian background, both cousins were genuinely impressed by the HRE demonstration. It couldn't match Orach's Mother Empress AI or the Void Sentinel's Crescent AI that Kara had experienced firsthand, but for Earth's current development, it was remarkable.
"Wayne Tech has always pushed boundaries," Clark nodded. "Bruce knows how to find brilliant minds."
"Earth's on the right path," Kara said, her eyes bright with enthusiasm. "And with Orach guiding them, progress will only accelerate. The potential here is incredible."
Clark sighed quietly. While he shared her interest in Earth's technological advancement, something else had been weighing on his mind lately—specifically, the young woman beside him. He turned to face his cousin, his expression growing serious.
"Kara, I still don't understand why you're rushing through school like this. You convinced Bruce to get you into high school mid-semester, then took acceleration exams just weeks later. Now you're already starting university. What's the hurry? You're missing out on so many important experiences—chances to build friendships and adjust to Earth naturally."
Kara's fingers tapped against the wooden railing as she looked away. "Can we just drop this, Kal? I have my reasons. Why isn't that enough?"
"I'm only thinking about what's best for you," Clark said gently. "High school wasn't easy for me either, but looking back, it was valuable. That's where I learned to connect with people, build lasting friendships, figure out dating. If you'd just give yourself time, you could form meaningful relationships, maybe even find—"
Crunch
The wooden railing splintered under Kara's grip. She glanced down in surprise, not realizing how tightly she'd been holding it. When she met Clark's eyes again, her gaze had hardened.
"Do you forget who I really am sometimes?" she asked quietly. "The world thinks I'm younger than you, Kal, but we both know the truth. What gives you the right to lecture me like this?"
"Kara, I didn't mean—"
"No," she cut him off with a raised hand. "You want to know why I rushed those exams? Rachel and Barbara were smart enough to graduate early and start university ahead of schedule. They're already finishing their first year while I was just getting started. I needed to catch up."
Her voice softened. "Rachel and I both protect this world, but she's stepping back from active hero work to focus on her education and training for the tournament. We're already at different universities studying different fields. Once her training intensifies, I'll barely see her."
Kara turned away, looking across the darkening fields. "You'll never really understand what it's like, Kal. You grew up here—Earth is your home. But for me... I was trapped in the Phantom Zone for decades, frozen in time with Krypton's destruction replaying in my mind."
Clark's expression softened. "Kara, I—"
"Sometimes, even knowing you're here, I feel completely alone," she continued, her voice barely above a whisper. "We're blood relatives, Kal, but in many ways, we're still strangers. I'll always be Kara Zor-El of Krypton first, while you're more Clark Kent of Earth than Kal-El of Krypton."
She quickly added, seeing his expression fall, "Don't get me wrong, I'm giving Earth a chance. I'm exploring beyond my friendship with Rachel and Barbara. I want experiences, mistakes, lessons. But everything's changed so quickly—I've only been on Earth a few months. Rachel has been my constant, my anchor while I adjust."
"When I found out she and Barbara were discussing their future courses and plans, I knew I had to act. Taking those exams meant I could stay with them, remain in their orbit while I figure out my place in this world."
She let out a short laugh. "As for dating? I haven't met anyone worth my time. The guys at that school or now at the university—they're all the same. They look at me and..." she gestured vaguely at her figure. "I can hear their heartbeats, Kal. I hear what they whisper when they think I'm out of earshot. To them, I'm just a conquest, a 'hot piece of ass' they want to pursue. But," her expression softened, a hint of vulnerability showing through as she ran her hand through her hair looking at the horizon, "until I find someone who earns my respect and actually sees me for who I am—not just some blonde trophy—nobody, especially not those horny little fuckers, is getting a chance to ride this 'hot piece of ass.'"
She turned to meet his gaze directly. "Right now, all I care about is exploring Earth with my friends, understanding its culture, and growing stronger as both Kara and Supergirl."
Clark's expression grew solemn. "Do you resent me, Kara? For arriving on Earth before you? For living the life you were supposed to guide me through?"
Her smile turned bittersweet as she shook her head. "Of course not. I hate that I couldn't fulfill my promise to my parents—to raise and protect you. But I'm grateful beyond words that the Kents found and loved you as their own." She reached out, touching his arm gently. "Uncle Jor-El and Aunt Lara would be so proud of the man you've become. Despite your occasional overprotectiveness and few glaring flaws, you carry their legacy with honor. I could never resent you for that."
Clark was silent for a long moment before nodding. "Thank you for explaining. I'll try to understand you better and give you more space."
A mischievous glint appeared in her eyes. "Well, if you're feeling that guilty about lecturing me... perhaps a shopping trip would help ease your conscience? What do you say?"
Clark's mouth twitched. He checked his watch with exaggerated concern. "Would you look at the time! I should help Ma clean up, then head back to Metropolis. Lois and I still have that Middle East report to finish."
As Clark hastily retreated inside, Kara laughed softly. "Cheapskate," she murmured, turning her gaze to the rising moon. Her thoughts drifted to the Void Sentinel, to Diana, whom she hadn't seen much lately, and then, inevitably, to Orach.
"Love, huh?" she whispered, surprised by her own train of thought. Her cheeks flushed, and she quickly slapped them lightly. "What am I thinking? He's with Diana. He's Rachel's father..." She sighed, looking back up at the moon. "Besides, he probably still sees me as that impulsive kid who needs guidance."
The night breeze played with her golden hair as a wistful smile crossed her face. "Still... someone like him wouldn't be so bad someday."
A week after Wayne Tech unveiled its HRE technology, LexCorp made its move, though discreetly. While Wayne Tech focused on building the Justice League arena and fielding collaboration requests for their technology, LexCorp revealed advanced combat armor systems they had been developing in secret. Months earlier, Lex and Mercy had pitched their proposal to military officials, including General Swanwick's Department of Defense team and Amanda Waller with her high-level contacts. With the first batch of armor units now complete, LexCorp arranged demonstrations for military leadership.
Unlike his typical presentations, LexCorp's demonstration was noticeably missing Lex's characteristic showmanship. Rather than appearing in person, Lex simply sent a recorded message, claiming "critical research" kept him away. Mercy commanded the spotlight instead, showcasing their new combat armor designed to protect soldiers against extraterrestrial threats.
"Let me be frank," Mercy addressed the officials with a grave expression. "We've faced three alien invasions in recent years—Kryptonians, Thanagarians, and Darkseid. Each time, despite the Justice League's best efforts, we still lost countless soldiers and civilians. If another invasion happens tomorrow and nothing changes, could you honestly look survivors in the eye and tell them you did everything possible to protect their loved ones after all we've learned from these attacks?"
Global defense agencies had grown increasingly uneasy about Earth's vulnerability. Even with superheroes on their side, military casualties remained high during invasions, with League members themselves often ending up seriously wounded.
Complicating matters was Orach's refusal to share Med Pod technology with military forces. While League members could recover from nearly fatal injuries using these advanced medical units, ordinary soldiers couldn't access the same care. This restriction bred quiet resentment among government officials who understood Orach's reasons but couldn't ignore the preventable deaths. Their frustration only strengthened their resolve to develop independent defensive capabilities.
"We can't put all our eggs in the metahuman or alien heroes basket," Mercy continued, unveiling sleek armor prototypes. "These units give humanity the means to defend itself. Each equipped soldier can effectively combat Parademons and even standard Thanagarian forces." She gestured to a soldier who demonstrated the armor using the DOD's recently acquired Wayne Tech HRE technology. The simulation showed the armored soldier successfully fighting virtual Parademons, Thanagarians, and even holding their own against a Kryptonian—though clearly struggling with the latter.
With thorough briefings provided months earlier and Amanda Waller's backing, the demonstration went off without a hitch. Impressed officials placed additional orders and pushed for faster production. After the main presentation, Waller pulled Mercy aside to discuss specialized variants designed as contingency measures against Justice League members. Both women acknowledged certain beings—Orach and his family, Wonder Woman, and Raven from the Titans—remained beyond their technological reach, but Waller emphasized the need for countermeasures against Superman, Supergirl, and Cheetah, particularly after Cheetah's impressive showing against Darkseid.
As she concluded the demonstration, Mercy unveiled another LexCorp initiative in the works, 'Planet Watch'—a satellite network designed to orbit Earth at strategic points. The system would be controlled by the UN Security Council through five monitoring stations in different countries, complementing existing DOD detection networks and providing first-strike capability against extraterrestrial threats before they reached Earth's atmosphere.
"Each satellite," Mercy explained as holographic models floated behind her, "carries high-density plasma cannons—enhanced versions of Thanagarian weapons capable of neutralizing most known alien threats. While still in development, prototype production has already begun, and we'll soon demonstrate just how effectively we can protect our planet."
U.S. officials immediately greenlit the project, putting General Swanwick and the DOD in charge of deployment oversight.
Over the next three months, LexCorp delivered armor units as promised. The company had made a remarkable financial recovery despite Orach's AI occasionally draining millions from their accounts—attacks they couldn't trace or prevent. The government contracts had not only restored their financial position but pushed them ahead of previous earnings.
Expanding their reach, Mercy approached city governments about police variants of the armor for SWAT and tactical units.
"Mr. Mayor," Mercy said during one meeting, crossing her legs as she sat across from a city mayor, her charm on full display. After outlining the technical advantages, she concluded, "Show your voters you care about their safety. A public demo of these police units will reassure citizens that officers have cutting-edge protection. Being transparent about deployment builds trust instead of fear. Think about what this could do for your approval ratings."
Already captivated by Mercy's charm and worried about upcoming elections, the politician readily agreed. Days later, at the public demonstration, the Mayor proudly announced the police department's acquisition of LexCorp's armor before inviting Mercy to take the stage with officers to showcase the law enforcement variants. Though some citizens remained skeptical, most accepted the police upgrades as necessary in a world that had endured three alien invasions and still faced metahuman threats.
In Gotham, Bruce during this time had been watching LexCorp's recovery with interest. When General Swanwick contacted him through a secure channel asking Batman to inspect the armor units, Bruce immediately agreed. Like Bruce and most League members, Generals Swanwick and Lane deeply distrusted Lex's sudden altruism.
While Bruce found no obvious surveillance devices or sabotage in the suits, the technology itself surprised him. Some engineering principles were beyond his understanding, while others represented novel applications of known concepts—innovations he hadn't expected from LexCorp.
After reporting his findings to the General, who also briefed Batman about Planet Watch, Bruce returned to the Batcave troubled. "This technology could easily be turned against Earth's people or heroes, not just alien threats," this thought rang loudly in his mind. Lex's extended absence combined with LexCorp's sudden technological leap triggered all of Bruce's instincts. His suspicions grew when, despite three days of sophisticated hacking attempts using the full power of the Batcomputer, he couldn't breach LexCorp's newly upgraded firewall—something beyond any cybersecurity he'd previously encountered. Bruce increased surveillance on LexCorp facilities and made a note to discuss these developments with Orach during their next communication, hoping to get his help, while sending his findings to Clark, who had also expressed concerns about Luthor's activities.
Meanwhile, Clark and Lois had finally gotten Perry's permission to travel to the Middle East. After nearly a year investigating disturbing patterns in the region and documenting brutal conditions to raise awareness for potential UN authorization for Justice League intervention, they were ready for fieldwork. Their investigations had uncovered circumstantial connections between a mysterious warlord commanding a sophisticated mercenary force and Lex Luthor. The weapons used by these mercenaries matched LexCorp designs, but they lacked concrete evidence to prove Lex's involvement.
The mercenary force had systematically taken over war-torn regions through intimidation and false promises, either offering "protection" that ultimately drained communities of resources or forcibly seizing control under the pretense of peacekeeping. Their current target was Kahndaq, a proud nation that had been resisting for nearly two years as its territory gradually diminished. Despite the weapons signature matching LexCorp designs, Clark and Lois needed stronger evidence to build a case against Luthor for international arms trafficking and supporting proxy conflicts.
As Clark and Lois journeyed toward their destination, a groundbreaking experiment was taking place on the opposite end of the world, deep in the southern hemisphere.
Antarctica - Undisclosed Wayne Tech Research Facility
After delegating the arena project to Lucius, Orach turned his focus toward his other projects. The new facility they initially moved to, though spacious and secure, was inadequate for containing technology that could devastate the planet if containment failed.
So, while Lucius's team was busy developing the HRE prototype, Orach identified a remote location in Antarctica and, using his mastery of spatial laws, created an undetectable pocket dimension, isolating a patch of the landscape. His team watched in amazement as he formed a dimensional passage connecting their Wayne Tech facility to this Antarctic sanctuary—allowing them to conduct sensitive research in Antarctica while maintaining the Wayne Tech facility as their public front.
The team's first journey through the spatial ripple left them awestruck. Despite Antarctica's brutal conditions, the isolated space remained perfectly shielded. Veteran team members adapted quickly to spatial transport, while newcomers gasped as equipment and supplies moved effortlessly through the spatial corridor. The protective barrier Orach created kept the bitter cold at bay.
"This isolation barrier shields you from the environment," Orach explained. "You'll be stationed here with limited leave during these projects. Engineering team—you have one month to construct our base and laboratory." Seeing the expressions of disbelief on the engineers, he added, "Don't think I'm giving you an impossible task. I'll assist with major construction, so my timeline is realistic." He then turned to the scientists, "Meanwhile, our scientists will finalize prototype designs and test parameters at our other facility until our new base is completed." Motivated by the challenge, the teams set out to design a facility that could withstand extreme conditions while safely containing their experiments.
Under Orach's guidance, construction progressed with remarkable speed. Within just four weeks, the desolate Antarctic landscape was transformed into an engineering marvel concealed beneath the ice. The team built Earth's most advanced laboratory—a fully operational research facility completely hidden from the world. They completed the outer shell in just two weeks, then finished the core facilities, with the singularity containment chambers demanding the most precise calibration.
When the facility became operational, scientists who had been finalizing their plans at the other facility joined their colleagues in Antarctica. One crisp morning, Orach stood in the central control room surrounded by displays showing various sections of the complex. His team worked at their stations, running final diagnostics on the newly installed systems.
"Sir, primary power conduits at optimal capacity," reported Victor, his voice steady. "Containment field harmonics are stable across all spectrums."
Orach nodded. "Mother Empress, run a diagnostic on the singularity chamber."
"Diagnostic in progress, Young Master," the AI responded. After a moment, she continued, "All parameters within acceptable tolerances. Containment field integrity at 99.97%."
A scientist approached with a tablet displaying complex equations. "Sir, we've completed the theoretical models for hyperspace corridor selection. Based on our calculations and your data, we believe we've found a corridor with the optimal balance between stability and accessibility for Earth vessels." He handed the tablet to Orach.
Studying the equations briefly, Orach replied, "Your calculations are sound overall, but you've missed a critical variable in the quantum fluctuation matrix." With a few swift and precise adjustments, he handed back the tablet. "These changes make the corridor 27% more efficient while significantly reducing temporal distortion."
The scientist stared at the modified equations, stunned. "That's... incredible. But, sir, I… I don't even recognize some of these variables."
"You will, in time," Orach assured him with a subtle smile. "I'll ensure you all understand these concepts so you can continue advancing the field independently."
He turned toward the central display where a 3D model of their prototype engine rotated, showing real-time operational status.
"Victor," Orach called to his team lead, "is the team prepared for the initial power sequence?"
Victor nodded despite the apprehension in his eyes. "We are, sir. Though I must admit, even after months of work, I still find it hard to believe we're about to create a stable micro-singularity as a power source. The implications are... staggering."
Orach met Victor's gaze calmly. "Having second thoughts, Victor? I can understand that. After all, what we're doing today will reshape humanity's future. There are genuine risks, and I recognize why you—why everyone here," he gestured around the room, "might hear that voice of doubt. When that happens, simply ask yourself, 'So what?'"
"We didn't start this project on a whim," he continued. "You know me well enough by now—I don't invest my time in things that won't improve this world. This technology will help humanity gain a foothold in this universe—your universe—allowing you to move beyond petty borders and conflicts, uniting as you forge pathways to the stars. This is about bringing your world together and introducing Earth to the wider cosmic community."
Scanning the room, his gaze returned to Victor. "So, my team lead, I ask you this. Are you ready to usher in a new age of exploration? Despite all our preparation, this must be your decision. I'm not from your world—this is your future to claim. Will you listen to your doubts, or will you light the way forward? What do you say, Victor?"
The team exchanged glances, breathing deeply as they looked to their lead. Victor gazed at Orach and remembered how this being had transformed his life—healing both him and his partner, treating them with dignity despite their stations, and guiding them to achieve greatness through their own efforts. Here stood a being who could easily rule over humanity, yet instead reflected back the respect he was given, embodying kindness and justice alongside his ruthlessness. Though concerns lingered about catastrophic failure, he wanted to meet the expectations of this being who had shown such faith in humanity's potential.
Closing his eyes briefly, Victor opened them with newfound resolve. "Sir, please ask Mother Empress to initiate the sequence."
Orach's lips curved slightly as he nodded. "Mother Empress, initiate test sequence alpha."
"Initiating sequence, Young Master," responded Mother Empress. "Containment fields establishing at quantum level. Subspace barriers activating. All systems nominal."
The machinery surrounding the containment chamber hummed to life. Engineers monitored their stations while scientists watched with anticipation as energy readings climbed on their displays.
"Approaching critical threshold," Mother Empress announced. "Quantum fluctuations stabilizing. Preparing for singularity formation in three... two... one..."
A brilliant flash of light erupted within the containment chamber, visible through the reinforced observation window. For a breathtaking moment, reality itself seemed to bend as space-time warped to accommodate the newly formed micro-singularity.
"Singularity core stable," Mother Empress confirmed. "Containment holding at 100% efficiency. Power output exceeding projections by 14%."
"We did it!" someone shouted.
"Holy shit, we actually did it!" came another voice.
"Yes! We did it!"
"HELL YEAH!"
Cheers erupted as months of work culminated in triumph. Energy readings stabilized across all displays, confirming their success. Victor approached Orach, his face flushed with excitement. "Sir, we've just successfully harnessed the power of a singularity. This technology could revolutionize not just space travel but potentially the entire energy industry. The energy captured here could power this facility and theoretically provide clean energy across the planet. Sir, we've made history!"
Orach studied him for a moment before replying, "One step at a time, Victor. This technology is certainly a viable energy source—that's why I green-lit this option, but risks remain. First, we perfect this technology for the FTL drive. Once we've proven its stability and safety, we can explore broader applications." Turning to address the entire team, he continued, "Today marks a pivotal moment in human history—though the world doesn't know it yet. You've accomplished something remarkable, but remember, our work is just beginning."
He then outlined their next steps. "We'll observe and monitor this singularity core for a month as we transition the facility to draw power from it. Simultaneously, the engineering team will begin work on the FTL drive prototype and shuttle based on our finalized designs. The drive will incorporate a miniaturized version of this singularity core. Once we've established its functionality and safety, we'll proceed to hyperspace test flights." With a rare smile, he added, "You have one hour to celebrate your achievement—then back to work."
As the team cheered and celebrated, Orach withdrew to his private office. His work here was done for the day; he needed to update Bruce on their progress and return to Diana.
"Mother Empress, connect me to Bruce," Orach requested, settling back into his chair.
The office computer's monitor flickered to life, revealing Bruce Wayne's serious expression. "I wasn't expecting a call from you today. I thought you and your team would be occupied all day."
"The singularity core is operational," Orach stated simply. "We'll begin integrating it with the facility's systems soon. Next steps include monitoring core performance for a month before developing the prototype FTL drive and shuttle. Our projections estimate two to three months for that phase, accounting for testing and recalibrations. Building and testing the ship will require another three to five months."
Bruce's eyebrows rose slightly—the only indication of his astonishment. "That's considerably ahead of schedule. Any complications I should know about?"
"Nothing significant. The team has adapted well to working with these advanced concepts. Given their current scientific understanding, they've become invaluable assets for your company. You should prepare appropriate compensation to ensure their loyalty."
"Believe me, I'm aware," Bruce responded with a nod. "What about your other projects?"
"I've paused the other initiatives for now," Orach explained. "The atmospheric filter project is nearly ready, but terraforming remains in early stages. The team lacks bandwidth to manage everything simultaneously." He shook his head slightly. "Until today, they've focused entirely on proving theoretical models and building this prototype core. I want them to complete this project before revisiting the others."
Bruce maintained a neutral expression but inwardly sighed as he nodded. What Orach considered basic concepts represented monumental breakthroughs for human scientists.
Still, he recognized and somewhat understood the hint of impatience in Orach's tone. The humans were making history with each step, even if their progress seemed frustratingly slow to someone from an advanced civilization like Orach.
"Good. Keep me updated on any major developments. On a side note, I've forwarded some data for your review. Let me know your thoughts. Wayne out."
As the screen darkened, Orach leaned back in his chair and tapped his scouter. With Mother Empress's assistance, he surveyed the facility's surveillance footage, watching the team's celebration. They had achieved something most scientists would still consider purely theoretical. Yet this was merely the first step in his orchestrated plan to accelerate Earth's technological development.
If everything proceeded according to his calculations, humanity would soon possess its first faster-than-light capable vessel. With it, they would begin building a new future—one that extended beyond their planet and into the stars.
"Mother Empress, monitor the team closely," Orach instructed. "Alert me immediately if anyone begins to slack off. Also, review their code for the core and drive systems, and embed security protocols deep within the programming architecture." His eyes narrowed. "If anyone unauthorized attempts to access this technology—or if any team members develop questionable ambitions—ensure our gift transforms into a virus that permanently cripples them."
His voice grew colder as he continued, "And after Wayne Tech makes the public announcement, establish surveillance protocols to detect any attempts to weaponize this technology. Should anyone even think of turning this into a weapon, we will make an example of them."
Standing up, he willed open a spatial ripple. "Alert me if my intervention becomes necessary."
"Understood, Young Master," replied Mother Empress. "Are you returning to Diana?"
"Yes," Orach nodded, stepping toward the spatial ripple materializing before him. "They have their way of celebrating. I have mine."
Realm of the Sea God, Poseidon
Queen Amphitrite's cold voice cut through the water. "State your purpose, King of Atlantis." Seated upon her husband's vacant throne, she studied Orm and his remaining entourage with sharp eyes, though months of fruitless searching had left shadows of exhaustion beneath them.
Orm bowed deeply, his armor catching the light of the palace. "Queen Amphitrite, Great Goddess of the—"
"Enough formalities," she interrupted with a dismissive gesture. "We both know you wouldn't risk the journey here without good reason. My time is valuable. So is yours." Her fingers tapped rhythmically against the trident resting across her lap. "Speak plainly."
"Very well." A flash of annoyance crossed Orm's face before his diplomatic mask slid back into place. He straightened and offered a measured smile. "I believe our interests align, Your Majesty. Each of us faces a challenge the other might help resolve."
Amphitrite regarded him with an unreadable expression, saying nothing.
Taking her silence as permission, Orm continued, "My intelligence confirms Lord Poseidon vanished following an incident on Themyscira. I was skeptical at first, but now..." He paused. "I don't have all the details, but reports suggest he accompanied Zeus into battle there and afterward... disappeared. What I know with certainty is that your agents have been scouring the oceans ever since, searching for any trace—without success."
The water surrounding Orm suddenly thickened, pressing against him and his entourage. Fighting to remain standing against the invisible force, he looked up at the queen. "I'm offering..." he managed despite the pressure, "Atlantis's resources and our expertise in the deepest oceanic trenches. Together, we can locate your husband. In return... once he's back at your side... I ask only for your support against the half-breed who challenges my rightful throne."
"How thoughtful of you to summarize my suffering so efficiently," Amphitrite said, her soft voice somehow reaching every corner of the vast chamber. "Allow me to elaborate on what you so casually mention."
The pressure intensified. Orm and his attendants dropped to their knees as the water around them became nearly solid. Unlike Poseidon's thunderous displays of power, Amphitrite's manifested as the crushing weight of the ocean depths—silent, absolute, inescapable.
Rising from the throne with fluid grace, she approached the kneeling, trembling Atlanteans. "Each day without my husband stretches like eternity. He is not just my king or consort—he is my partner, my strength, my other half. His absence leaves a void nothing can fill."
"When Zeus approached us with his scheme to capture the Higher Realm being's family— Princess Diana and the young sorceress—Poseidon agreed to assist. But he shared his true intentions with me alone." Her voice softened with the memory. "After Zeus began his attack, my husband planned to seal Themyscira completely, trapping Zeus to face the combined forces of the Amazons, Ares, and those under the Higher Realm being's protection."
"The strategy was sound," she continued with a bitter smile. "If Zeus faltered, the island's defenders would destroy him. If by some miracle he succeeded, he would still face Orach's wrath upon his return—a fate worse than death. Meanwhile, my husband would return safely to me, leaving the others to their conflict."
"What none of us anticipated," her voice hardened as she circled the kneeling Atlanteans, "was the arrival of a power that eclipsed even Orach's. None of us imagined..." She released a hollow laugh. "How could we have known that Zeus's assault on that island would summon her—Empress Gula, a being of incomprehensible power."
Pain crossed her face—a rare glimpse of vulnerability. "I had never felt such dread before. We knew nothing of Higher Realms or beings like the Empress. But that day, as Zeus perished screaming in her grasp, all gods witnessed true power. And my husband..." Her voice wavered. "I can only imagine his terror, witnessing such devastating might. After that, I only hoped he would return safely. But he never did." She took a steadying breath, composing herself.
"Months later, desperate after my agents found nothing, I sought out Hera," she said, fixing Orm with an intense gaze. "She told me what happened. Empress Gula sensed Poseidon during the battle's end. She froze his very existence and cast him into the deepest ocean trenches—beyond even my reach." Another calming breath. "I know he lives—I feel his power sustaining this palace—but he remains sealed away. Even if we find him, I'm not certain I could free him. But I want him back. This palace and I are where he belongs."
Returning to the throne, she sat with renewed resolve. "I've had my time for grief and fury. Now I search and rule in his absence. I warned him against helping Zeus, but he promised to return, and I hold to that promise."
Leaning forward, her eyes cold, she asked, "So tell me, King of Atlantis—what exactly can you offer that my agents haven't already attempted? And why should I trust someone who can't even secure his own throne?"
Despite the crushing pressure, calculation gleamed in Orm's eyes. "Queen Amphitrite," he managed through gritted teeth, "I remain... king... of Atlantis. What my scientists have discovered... will interest you greatly."
The pressure eased slightly—just enough to let him speak more freely.
"For months, I've dedicated resources to tracking unusual energy signatures near that accursed island and recently focused on the Hellenic Trench. My team discovered anomalies—completely unnatural phenomena in that region." As the water's weight decreased further, he straightened. "We believe we've pinpointed Lord Poseidon's location."
Amphitrite maintained her composure, but her fingers stilled on the trident. "Continue."
"We've identified three possible locations," Orm explained, motioning to an attendant who struggled forward with a crystalline sphere. The sphere activated, projecting holographic images of deep-ocean trenches, three areas marked by pulsing light. "The deepest point exceeds even Atlantean diving capabilities. However, we're developing specialized submersibles that can withstand those extreme pressures. Within months, we'll be able to reach those depths."
Amphitrite studied the hologram intently, a flicker of hope—quickly concealed—crossing her features. "If your information proves accurate," she said carefully, "you will have earned my support. But," she leaned forward, her expression hardening as killing intent flashed in her eyes, "if this is deception or a waste of my time, Orm, your struggle for Atlantis's throne will become the least of your concerns."
Orm's face darkened. "Arthur Curry," he spat the name like venom, "the half-blood bastard of my mother, preaches cooperation with surface dwellers despite centuries of damage they've inflicted on our oceans. I can't fathom why any of our kingdoms would support such a half-breed! After everything I've done for Atlantis as its rightful heir." His voice lowered dangerously. "My queen, remember—it was the surface world that led to your husband's imprisonment. Would you truly entrust our oceans and the Six Kingdoms to a king who shares their blood and champions their cause?"
The queen's eyes narrowed. "Am I to believe you seek nothing beyond my support for your claim to Atlantis's throne?"
"I seek what's rightfully mine," Orm answered honestly. "But I won't pretend there's nothing more." He paused, selecting his words carefully. "The surface dwellers have committed too many crimes against our realm without consequence. They poison our waters, slaughter our creatures, and now they've helped imprison a god. They must learn they cannot continue this path." His eyes grew cold, a glimpse of his true ambition showing through his facade. "With your backing, I can unite all kingdoms—even those currently aligned with the half-breed. Together, we can show the surface the consequences of their actions."
"You would use my husband's imprisonment to fuel your vendetta? To launch a war?" Amphitrite's voice remained calm, but carried a dangerous edge that made the water vibrate. "And have you forgotten the Higher Realm being who walks the surface? He rarely interferes, but your actions would endanger his beloved and his daughter…" Her expression shifted, becoming suddenly contemplative.
"I've accounted for that factor, my queen. In fact, I'm counting on it." Orm met her gaze steadily. "My primary goal is helping free Lord Poseidon—all our scientists will work toward that end. But should we fail, my strategy allows us to capture the princess and the sorceress, forcing that Higher Realm entity to free your husband and serve our purposes." He paused, giving weight to his next words. "Additionally, my researchers have developed a method to open a breach to a specialized dimension capable of trapping that being—a prison from which even he couldn't escape. Once successful, we need never fear his intervention again."
A profound silence fell between them. The water currents in the palace slowed to an unnatural stillness as Amphitrite weighed his words.
"You play an extremely dangerous game, King Orm," she finally said. "Yet your information intrigues me." Rising from the throne, she gripped the trident which now glowed with faint blue energy. "I will dispatch two of my most trusted agents to verify your claims. Should they confirm what you've told me, we may negotiate terms."
Orm bowed respectfully. "That is all I request, Your Majesty."
"One final warning, King of Atlantis," Amphitrite said, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Do not mistake my willingness to investigate for trust. If this proves to be deception, you will discover who truly rules the deep."
"I understand completely," Orm replied, keeping his head lowered to conceal the triumph gleaming in his eyes. "When shall we begin?"
"My agents will contact you within three days," she declared, her tone making it clear the audience was concluded. "Until then, you are not welcome in this palace. Leave!"
As Orm and his attendants were forced out by an invisible current, Amphitrite returned to her throne, her expression both thoughtful and troubled. She traced her finger along the trident's shaft, feeling the connection to her husband's power that still pulsed within the weapon.
"Soon, my love," she whispered to the empty throne room, the words carried by gentle currents. "Soon I will find you—whatever the cost. And if events unfold as I anticipate, you'll be freed, and we'll be reunited once more."