Um
Get back to you
The Coluan folds his arms behind his back and walks closer to the barrier between me and the rest of… Wherever this is.
"To a cursory inspection he appears to be the correct species and sex, and I would not expect you to risk moving the Atomic Axe. Still, I do notice a
few differences which might suggest that you have managed to bring back-" He turns his head towards the other three. "-
entirely the wrong person."
The black haired chap shakes his head. "Superman arrested Nyeun about thirty seconds after he appeared in their time. They had him in a maximum security prison."
"The Kryptonite bomb?"
"Didn't affect him."
The Coluan turns back to me, a mild frown on his forehead. "Curious. And you couldn't recover him? From an early twenty first century prison?"
The blonde woman sighs. "From an early twentieth century prison improved by superheroes and magic.
Yes, we might have been able to get him out, but we would probably have been detected. We decided that leaving him there was less dangerous."
"You
may have been right. But who is this?"
"'This' is the Illustres of the Orange Lantern Corps. And you must be
Brainiac Five. Which makes
you-
" I point to the blonde woman.
"-
Saturn Girl, and
you-
" I point to the Durlan, who shifts to an orange/brown skinned, antenna-and-pointy-eared humanoid form.
"-
Chameleon Boy, and
you…
" I point to the third member of the Legion's snatch squad.
"Um.
Ferro Lad?
"
"
Cosmic Boy."
"Really?
" I frown.
"You control magnetic fields and you're
not named after a magnetic metal?
"
"How do you even
know about that?"
"How do you
not know about me?
" Huh.
"Okay, I didn't mean for that so sound
quite as arrogant as it did, but I'm relatively well known in the twenty first century and I'd have thought that at least
some record of..
me would have survived.
"
**What can we risk telling him?**
Saturn Girl's mental voice. Given that she's clearly at
least in her late teens, perhaps I should question the 'girl' part of her name. On the other hand, Cosmic Teen and Chameleon Youth still use 'boy', so at least they're being even handed about it.
**Absolutely nothing.** I don't remember whether Brainiac 5 is a descendent of Vril Dox or not. Though given how long it has probably been, it's certainly not impossible. Assuming that he ever
has children.
**The time line has already been disrupted enough. Anything we tell him-.**
**Sorry to interject, but…
**
Brainiac twitches. "You're a telepath. It would have been useful to know that."
"No, but I've spent enough time around M'gann that-.
" Blank looks. Either they haven't heard of her either, or they've learned poker faces pretty quick.
"M'gann M'orzz? Miss Martian?
" No sign of recognition.
"I've spent enough time around her that I've.. sort of.. got a feel for it. Look, is there any chance you could send me back? I had a lot of projects on the go and I'm.. not really clear what I'm supposed to have done?
"
Brainiac regards me for a moment. "Our historical records make no mention of
you, but they do make mention of the Orange Lantern Corps."
"Oh! Right! Right. You're from the Kadabra timeline.
"
"
Explain."
"Abra Kadabra? From the sixty fourth century? He told me that at some point Larfleeze's construct lanterns leave Vega and tear apart the Reach. Which won't happen now… Um. Then? Because Larfleeze is in therapy and the Orange Central Power Battery is on Maltus. I mean, we
are going to destroy the Reach, but we're not going to assimilate entire planets to do it.
" No obvious reaction.
"Which means that either the history he learned was inaccurate, or I've already altered his past.
"
"Why are you trying to alter the past?"
"No, no. Look: I'm not a time traveller.
" Oh.
"I lost a few seconds using a singularity beam, and my interstellar FTL involves warping space so.. I've time travelled a
little bit. But I didn't deliberately go back with the aim of changing something. I'm just.. trying to help people.
"
"Aside from Abra Kadabra, are you aware of any
other time travellers in your era?"
"Nylor Truggs. He-.
"
"Hey Paul."
I grimace, then turn my face towards my neighbouring cell.
"Mister Truggs.
"
Cosmic Boy looks his way as well. "Nylor Truggs is
from our era. He was the first person we thought of."
"Not exactly
quick doin' anything about me, were yah?"
Chameleon Boy snorts. "Seems like we found you pretty quick to
me."
"Yeah… Guess I got kinda comfortable behind my scry wards. Though, hey, Paul? I'm kinda hurt you were gunna hand me over
that quick. This set-up seems
ripe fer a good ole nemesis team up."
"You're
not my nemesis, and I want to make sure that we haven't ruined
time before doing
anything.
"
"He's in denial."
Brainiac 5 glowers in a way I've seen Dox do more than once. "E
nough. Orange Lantern, what h-?"
"I don't see why I should listen to you. I wanna talk to a
lawyer. An' another t-."
Brainiac 5 holds up a remote control of some kind and presses a button. Truggs falls
mercifully silent. "Orange Lantern, this is a matter of the greatest importance. The time line which gave rise to my comrades and me is being erased. I assumed it was the result of an attack and dispatched Saturn Girl, Cosmic Boy and Chameleon Boy to prevent it." Brainiac's eyes stop focusing on me. "Once I detected Persuader going back in time, I concluded that his assassination of Superman was what threw the present off-course. But the assassination attempt
failed, and our timeline has still not been restored even in
part. Something else is happening, and our historical record makes no mention of
you. But without having used a chroniton destabiliser, it shouldn't be
possible for you to change history. You should simply be part of the original flow of events unless acted on by an external entity."
"Thank you..? So.. I can go home?
"
"Not unless we need to send someone
else to your era. We don't have unlimited power."
"But surely a few Bleed Torsion-.
"
"We're existing in a finite personal time line. We continue to exist and we don't run into our past or future selves, but we can't draw upon any resources outside of its area. And
no, we can't use our own time travel technology to get around that."
I frown.
"Why no-.
"
"Are you a level twelve intelligence?"
"I'm not totally sure what that means, but I don't
think so.
"
"Then it's fairly unlikely that you'll be able to suggest anything I haven't already considered. And rejected."
"Including going back in time a day and staying there, incorporating yourself in the new timeline?
"
"
Yes.
Letting everyone we knew remain as never having existed is not an acceptable outcome."
"But why should
I prefer them to the people who exist in the new time line? I mean, if all it takes is a little bit of exotic radiation to erase a universe full of people and replace it with something else it probably happens all the time.
"
That's a bit disturbing, actually.
"Time isn't quite
that fragile. Now…" He takes a few steps closer to the barrier. "Talk to me about the time machine in the Hall of Justice."