STARK TOWER – LAB 4
A glowing hologram flickered mid-air, swirling with equations, atomic simulations, and space-time deformation grids. Tony Stark stood beside the master console, a mug of coffee in one hand, a cold edge of anticipation in his eye.
Opposite him, Gojo stood still arms crossed, aura humming faintly with a stable telekinetic signature. His expression was focused but slightly impatient. He has been trying to achieve this for almost a week after all.
Around them, several smaller holographic panels rotated, each tracking energy outputs, psi-waves, gravitational pulses, and dimensional flux density.
Tony gesturing to the central hologram, "Alright, Gojo. Let's try this again. You're trying to simulate 'Blue' and 'Red,' right? Great. Let's call it what it is: 'spacetime manipulation.' Your brain's the interface, and your raw willpower… the operating system."
With a casual flick of his wrist, a section of the hologram folded like cloth, layering into itself in a gravity simulation.
Gojo tilting his head slightly, "Okay. What exactly am I looking at?"
Tony sipping coffee, animated, "So brief run down again.The Blue is like gravity… on steroids. Not the brittle-bones kind. The 'rips-space-out-of-existence' kind. You're not pulling something toward you. You're erasing the space it's supposed to exist in like deleting coordinates from the universe's spreadsheet."
He snapped his fingers. The hologram reacted, collapsing inward like a singularity, bending the digital environment toward a vanishing point.
Gojo nods slowly, "Yup. That's the effect I've been trying to recreate but under control."
Tony stepping closer, tapping Gojo's temple lightly,"And here's why you keep messing up your telekinesis. You're thinking like a force user push, pull, grab. That's object-focused. But what you're trying to manipulate isn't the object it's the space between."
"…So what's wrong with how I've been using it?"
Tony walking to another console, eyes flicking to readouts
"You've got raw talent. Telekinesis that can rip a city in half. But that power's… chaotic. You're still using it like a hammer. But Gojo, listen your eyes, man. You don't just see space. You need to have an intimate understanding of it. You track heat shifts, quantum jitter, photon behavior… Things we spend years trying to simulate, you catch in a blink."
He grinned sarcastically.
"God, I envy those eyes. But hey, we all can't be anime protagonists."
Jarvis "Sir, if I may add Mr. Gojo's energy frequency appears to collapse probability waves when focus reaches peak psi output. This suggests that what he perceives as 'space' is being involuntarily defined and reshaped by thought."
Gojo grinning slightly "So basically… think smaller, not harder?"
TONY grinning back "Exactly. Stop seeing the object. Start seeing space as a dynamic medium. A living field. Pick a node, collapse it… and let the universe fix the problem for you."
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Gojo closes his eyes.
Microscopic vision kicks in. Molecules swirl in the air. Energy vision overlays infrared pulses shimmer across every surface.He focuses.
A point in the far wall. Empty space between two floating toolboxes.
The energy surges.
A sharp hum.
Then SNAP.
violent warp.The space ruptures and pulls but too much. The suction grazes the metal console.
CHUNK!
A corner of the desk gets sucked inward, vanishing into compressed space.
Gojo exasperated
"Goddammit!"
He grabs his head but breathes deeply, calming himself.
Tony half-laughing
"You owe me a desk. A vintage desk."
"Stabilization reached 82% before collapse. Encouraging, sir."
Gojo exhales shakily. Then focuses again.
This time he did it slower with more focus.
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[SUCCESS: FIRST CONTROLLED "BLUE" EVENT]
Across the lab, a pen vibrated.
Then shoom—!
It vanished, compressed into a flash of blue light before trying again with a piece of paper at his feet, it also vanished into a localized blue and the floor smoked slightly from spatial heat.
Gojo blinked. His heart rate slowed, It didn't take anything else, no un intended targets and no accidents.
Another object caught his eye. A stick propped in the corner.
Gojo murmurs "Is that… a crutch?"
He extended his hand casually then pulled with no force. A faint blue pulse curved reality around the stick. And suddenly whoosh the stick bent toward him, dragged not by kinetic force, but space itself collapsing inward.
He smiled.
Eyes flicking to a nearby bin of loose paper, Gojo raised one hand and…
FWOOMP.
Every sheet crumpled and vanished from the bin with a shimmer, collapsing into the same fold, landing in a neat pile beside him.
Tony grinning
"Nice. You just made the universe clean up my mess."
Gojo laughed.
Gojo "Huh. That actually felt… effortless."
Tony gesturing at the hologram
"Well, now that we've stabilized Blue, let's talk Red next time. You're playing with the building blocks of space. But Red? That's aggression. You're gonna overwrite reality with that one."
Gojo smirking, looking at his hand
"Can't wait."
Finally I can use blue'.
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