Life Ore Death
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow—I could not awaken
* November 5 [Renka PoV] Friday
19:47 East Coast time, -4:00 Greenwich Mean time, Friday November 5, 2010 AD, Earth.
This date should be engraved in the memories of people as 'a date that will go down in infamy.'
My day up to that point had gone well. I had stood at a meeting of the Metal Men, the Red Robot family, 'Will Magnus,' and even a temporarily younger T. O. Morrow. The Captain Marvel and myself had acted as watchmen for the elderly super-villain. He did not strike me as being any less malevolent now, while he was younger and awake, but he was watched closely, he understood he was having an almost unthinkable chance to see something like his dream come true, and he faked feeling no resentment well enough for me to mostly let it be.
The plans to colonize Venus were sped up by the greater ease of only having to build the materials for a base, rather than transport to the planet as well; Green Lanterns were unfortunately limited in what scientific services they could provide of above the abilities of a planet to achieve unaided, but the Superman and the Captain Marvel both vouched willingness to lift any base out of the gravitational well of the planet, while the Martian Manhunter had volunteered to loan them the Bio-ship for their use in the journey.
Green Lanterns were not supposed to provide advanced technology from their databases to planets unable to build such unaided, and there were some prohibitions on providing material samples from other celestial bodies, but they were allowed to provide data reports on the chemical composition and intensity of Venus's environment, as well as predict via ring-scans whether a certain material was usable.
Red Volcano was (by zirs standards) enthused to predict an initiation date of mid-December at the earliest, perhaps delaying as long as February.
Red Torpedo was less enthused with the idea, and with his robotic nature, so while he participated he did not intend to leave.
Red Inferno was less hesitant, having lost much of (at her request, I referred to her as) her human life decades before.
The Red Tornado still had not decided, but his favored strategy at my last check seemed to involve a temporary leave of absence from the Justice League to aid in setting up the Venus base.
Opinions were not exactly split between the Metal Men, but they were waiting for 'Will Magnus' to announce his decision before any one of them finalized the matter of their path.
He was still considering whether to keep his identity as it was (no longer being pursued by an assumed-to-be vengeful sister), take a new identity from Beautia, or revert to his original name and face of Magnificus Sivana.
After the meeting ended, the Captain Marvel and I escorted Beautia Sivana to Berlin to meet with Donner of the German government's task force, using her secret identity of Gerri Brauer. Over a late lunch/dinner, we discussed a past occasion where the war criminal and villain Captain Nazi had approached Beautia as a desired romantic and genetic partner, and tracking possibilities.
The Captain Marvel left early to deal with an attack in Fawcett by his enemies Ibac and Sabbac, but progress still was made.
After dinner at the mountain, Kaldur had suggested we replenish our stocks of mission supplies in the Bio-ship, as well as perform a supplies run the Batman had scheduled for us. It was during the process of unloading that the Event occurred.
In the presence of myself, the Batman, the Zatara, and our 'Den Mother' of the week the Martian Manhunter, the rest of the Team vanished before our eyes.
{-eifer von Hameln}
{Wir sind die Pfeifer von Hameln}
{Wir sind die Pfeifer von Hameln}
{Wir sind die Pfeifer von Hameln}
"Zatanna!" the Zatara called in fright as I snapped my head around, trying to identify where the words had come from.
I had no clue what had occurred, but I pulled acuity from my zinc-mind to rapidly consider the possibilities. Not all of it – I could not have at hand enough information to immediately solve this, I believed, and so I would need my zinc-minds later – but I drained perhaps a quarter of my store, spread out over four seconds, and as the time passed and I did not die I only became more confused.
"This is vitally important," I interrupted, barging into the Batman and the Zatara's argument to grab the Batman's attention. "I need to know everything you know about Lazarus Pits, everything you suspect, and-,"
"You believe Ra's al Ghul is involved with this," the Batman finished. "What do you know?" I clicked my teeth, then realized-
"Mind-link us now, please, it is faster," I requested the Martian Manhunter. The Batman hesitated. "They are
gone," I snapped.
The link formed, and while I could feel a buttress of concealed thoughts within the presence of the Batman's mind, I did not care.
It was not to
take secrets that I had requested this.
Unfamiliarity was between us, so the link was shallower and slower by far than it would be between any members of the Team.
Still, it was fast enough: at the highest coherent speed it would allow, I dumped most of my coherent knowledge pertinent to Shardpool effects into the minds of the other three, as it was the closest guess I had to what could have caused this to occur.
After a moment of processing the Batman returned suit, passing over a parcel of memories involving the Lazarus Pit:
I found flickers of his meetings with Ra's al Ghul, and the Head of the Demon's daughter, Talia, with whom he held a mutual draw.
On one occasion, as a gesture of Ra's al Ghul's sincerity, he permitted the Batman to see a Pit replace his decrepitude with youth.
I saw two occasions where the Batman had raided Shadow bases and found Lazarus Pits on his own.
I found chemical analyses of the samples he had taken and tested, and theoretical conclusions he had drawn.
I found testimonies and stories the Batman had searched out independently in his study of the Pits' abilities.
I found, to my interest, reports of treatments performed on ClayFace, and a session of questions that revealed his origin in the Pits.
I found the locations of the Pits he knew of, and his own attempts to search out ones Ra's al Ghul had not claimed, to find a pattern.
The Zatara saw all these things as well, and offered his own experiences participating in the research as the Batman's magic expert, and his understandings of the mysteries the Pits performed, while the Martian Manhunter offered trickles of uncertain lore from Ma'al.
Sixteen seconds after the exchange initiated, it ended.
The last things I took from it were the Zatara's theories on the scale of what sorcery would be needed to accomplish this. It was uncertain if Ra's al Ghul, any known enemy, or an unknown force was responsible for this occurrence, but we were all resolved to search.
"Ferris," the Batman interrupted before I had passed more than two steps away. "You have gear to travel to Atlantis safely, and Aquaman is currently attending a state function; you can travel to Atlantis and determine if this has occurred undersea as well, and whether Queen Mera or the Atlantean mages have an idea of what caused this. Zatara will search out the epicenter of the sorcery while Martian Manhunter and I investigate how widespread the effect is and determine a distinguishing characteristic about those who vanished.
"Tt," I scoffed, because it was not a bad plan, but the Queen Mera would only be my second choice of experts to consult. "I-,"
"Ferris," he repeated firmly, "we have no reason to believe the Team is dead. You do not yet have evidence for your instinct as to whether this is a world-wide phenomenon, but the strength of your instinct and your memory of those voices is credible, given your unique situation. Your theory about the Lazarus Pits has risen to my top three list of suspicions.
"I am taking this seriously," the Batman assured me grimly. "Your and Zatara's understandings of magic both include the belief that directly killing the Team and anyone else effected would be exponentially more difficult than teleporting them away, or causing them to travel into the future before they reappear in the same location; that effect once occurred with Captain Atom, meaning we know it to be possible.
"Wait long enough for us to complete our research before you act in a way that you cannot undo," he finished, "should your conclusions be erroneous. The worst that could occur is your making the situation worse, harming them."
I did not move. '
I do not know if he adlibbed that, or if he keeps track of my speaking with other people, or if he happened to find that information in my mind, but those are all arguments I would have used in one way or the other against another… and I believe them to be true.'
I grit my teeth in a grimace, but I nodded sharply in agreement. "I will travel to Atlantis as you suggest. I will not wait forever."
"I won't ask you to," the Batman agreed.
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In the end, I waited almost one hour.
The Batman probably wanted me to wait for a day, or at least a few hours, but I had uncovered enough.
Atlantis was affected, as was every other portion of the planet, and they had no idea how it was done nor how to reverse it.
Only humans under the age of 18 were affected by the disappearance. Animals were unaffected, but aliens were not, oddly.
At my request, the Batman had checked whether there existed any reports of people vanished appearing. The Earth had a population of at least 6 billion, and age 18 was the cut-off point, with no disappearances after that birthday.
There were 365 days in an Earth year, so on average I felt able to expect that 16,438,356 people would have a birthday this day.
Using 75 as an average lifespan, I figured approximately 219,178 17-year-olds should have their 18th birthday on this day. Whether they reappeared or not would tell us if the separation was an active effect, or only once.
The Martian Manhunter had traveled to Atlantis to temporarily authorize go-betweens for the Zeta Tubes and spare me the back-and-forth.
Meanwhile, I received confirmation from the Batman's search of the Internet: the eldest of the disappeared had begun to reappear, and they spoke of a world identical to this, except with no children. More worryingly, infants just produced by childbirth were reported by medical professionals to disappear with the cutting of the umbilical cord. That was enough to decide my path:
I performed Allomantic Compounding with one bead of atium, storing the resulting youth in an atium-mind ring on my pinkie.
I gathered from my room every metal-mind I believed of worth with any measurable stores.
In the kitchen of our home, I took a knife. I opened a vein into a small 'shot' glass (brought by Wally "for decoration").
With the same knife, I cut out my atium earring – my only Hemalugic Spike – and dropped it into the wet blood.
An entium-mind was briefly tapped alongside my gold-mind to staunch the bleeding with minimal waste of healing.
Finally, I stepped into the room of Wally's souvenirs, where I had often enjoyed my literacy practice, and spoke rapidly as I neared.
"An event has created two parallel realms, each bearing an identical earth, save that one has every person over eighteen, the other everyone under. Every child in a hospital Eye-See-You is probably dead in the other world, and in cars more. Please help me
stop this."
After one hour and one minute, at 20:48, East Coast Time, on November 5, I plucked the Helmet of Fate from our shelf and put it on.
Darkness fell.