Chapter 39: Collision Course
The intimate connection with Kara, forged by the whisper of Krypton, was a powerful, if emotionally draining, anchor against my isolation. The Looming Shadow of Myriad still pressed, but the renewed sense of purpose, fueled by Kara's unwavering trust, made the Burden of Foresight almost bearable. My subtle mental conditioning was making a difference; I could feel Kara's burgeoning resilience. It was time for another calculated move in the chess game against Non, even if it meant a new, unforeseen complication.
"Alright, System, target: the Intergang arms deal," I muttered, watching the live feeds. Canonically, this small-time arms deal was a precursor to a larger, more destabilizing event, a distraction that would tie up Supergirl and the D.E.O. when they needed to be focused on Myriad. My goal was to avert it completely, or at least neutralize it, to keep the board clear.
[SKILL: REALITY WARPING (LVL 1). APPLICATION: EVENT DISRUPTION (COLLATERALIZED). FOCUS: AVERSION OF CANONICAL DISTRACTION.]
Instead of merely preventing the deal, I subtly altered the probabilities around the key players. One of the buyers, a notoriously impatient individual, found his flight inexplicably rerouted to a remote airfield in Morocco, where his luggage mysteriously transformed into a crate of live chickens. The sellers, upon arriving at the rendezvous point in Tunisia, found their weapons cargo had spontaneously dematerialized, replaced by an antique collection of highly volatile, self-inflating rubber ducks. The deal was unequivocally busted, dissolved into absurd chaos.
"You're welcome, National City," I thought, a grim satisfaction in my chest. "No illicit alien tech flowing into your streets today. Just confused criminals and very surprised waterfowl."
However, the universe, as always, demanded balance. My specific alteration of probabilities to avert the Intergang deal had a ripple effect. A different, unrelated, but still canon-accurate, minor threat was inadvertently pulled forward in the timeline. A rogue, experimental D.E.O. drone, programmed with advanced AI, had gone haywire during a routine test, a malfunction exacerbated by the very same probability shifts I'd created. It was now a self-aware, highly destructive automaton, on a direct collision course with downtown National City.
"Oh, for crying out loud," I groaned, running a hand through my hair. "One problem solved, another one created. The universe really does have a sense of humor. A dark, sarcastic, deeply inconvenient sense of humor." My frustration was immense, but I quickly shifted gears, my tactical intelligence kicking in. I had to adapt, immediately.
Kara, alerted by D.E.O. sirens, raced towards the rogue drone. I could feel her heightened competence through Cosmic Empathy, a testament to my mental conditioning. She faced the new threat with unwavering resolve, her movements fluid, her problem-solving instincts sharp. She instinctively anticipated the drone's erratic movements, a direct result of my prior training. "It's like… I already know what it's going to do," she mused to herself, unknowingly relying on my embedded guidance. Her trust in the unseen help solidified further.
Alex and the D.E.O. were blindsided. "Another anomaly!" Alex barked into her comms, watching the drone's trajectory. "This doesn't fit any of our Glitch patterns! It's a spontaneous malfunction, amplified!" Her brow was furrowed with stress, her leadership on full display as she directed agents. But a new suspicion began to gnaw at her. "Did the Glitch… cause this?" she wondered, her eyes narrowed. The unpredictable nature of events in National City, the constant sense of being one step behind, was pushing her to the brink. She was starting to question if the Glitch, despite its clear assistance, was also a source of unintended chaos.
"No, Alex, I didn't cause it," I thought, my focus split between guiding Kara and minimizing the drone's collateral damage. "I merely nudged the universe, and the universe coughed up a new problem. It's a side effect of trying to save you all. Don't blame the architect for the building materials." The Architect's Whisper had averted one crisis, only to bring another. The storm was indeed unfolding, and I was still the only one seeing all its unpredictable currents.
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