Chapter 120: Imprisoning Gods

Chapter 120: Imprisoning Gods

“Sir, we’ve taken all of Neuron’s children into custody, and are beginning the forensics sweep of the lair.” John said. Solaris’s assistant was juggling a massive stack of papers, some of which had Solaris’s name on them.

“Where’d they get put?” Solaris asked, accepting the paperwork from John and making it neat on his desk.

“The Great Wall Resort. We didn’t have an orphanage big enough to house all of them, and I didn’t want to split them up, so I commandeered a couple floors of the resort to house them and their babysitters.”

“Lucky them. Most orphanages don’t have a pool and wifi.” Solaris muttered.

“Did I do wrong?” John asked.

“Nah, they’ve more than earned it.” Solaris waved it off. “I was looking through the data Chemestro sent us, hoping that we could copy whatever method Neuron used to mass-produce Triggers. Long story short: We can’t because we’re not child-torturing Nazis.”The initial instance of this chapter being available happened at N0v3l.Bin.

“I see.” John nodded.

Solaris pulled up the image of the tumor in Benjamin’s brain, taken from Neuron’s own files. Neuron had been far too paranoid to trust a super-surgeon to mess around in his noggin, so instead he’d tried his hand at creating a legacy. Only problem was the tumor gradually made him even more paranoid and prone to fits of rage, nearly ruining the legacy he’d tried to build: His children.

The dorms had been rigged with nerve gas, for god’s sakes!

“Make an obituary for one Benjamin Thompson. Father of many, wished he could’ve done more.” Solaris said, slipping the polaroid of Benjamin from before the accident over to his assistant.

“Yessir.”

“The forensics sweep, you already have a draft of their ‘conclusion’?” Solaris asked.

“Of course.”

“Alright, gimmie that one and when the real report comes in, send it to my office.” Solaris said, accepting the fake forensics report that shifted all blame onto Neuron. It was probably startlingly close to the truth, anyway.

“And how’s the egg?” Solaris asked.

“We’re having a...very hard time getting close enough to inspect it. There are... root-like disturbances in reality that weren’t there when Neuron took over stewardship of it in the nineties. We suspect that they may have contributed to both his illness and his rapid rise in power.”

“Well, why didn’t he tell us!?” Solaris demanded.

“He may have already began succumbing to paranoia when they first began growing.”

“Damnit, Ben,” Solaris muttered, massaging his temple. “I can’t risk getting close to that thing. Assign some normies to keep the site sealed. Men and women with families. Keep it up until we can get a new watchdog for the site. I want someone rock solid, you understand?”

“Yessir.” John nodded, making a note. “Anything else?”

“Nah, give me a couple minutes to think.” Solaris said, slouching back in his chair.

“I’ll be right back, then,” John said, marching off to make shit happen.

Ding! Solaris’s computer notified him of a new email. Something it only did for a select few people, most of them Anchors. Solaris shrugged and opened it up. Maybe it was another letter from BreedmeSolaris. Those always cheered him up.

From [email protected]com

Solaris sighed and rubbed his face before clicking on the email.

Hey old man! If you’re reading this, then my vital signs have ceased. Here is a document with all the blackmail materials on everyone I hate. Enjoy!

Right at the top of the frankly impressive list of supers and celebrities, was Paradox, likely added most recently.

Solaris shrugged and opened the link.

The Case for Paradox being Mechanaut’s Magnum Opus on Par with Dr. Replica’s Hive, and a Similar Threat to Humanity, in Need of Immediate Extermination.

Feb. 2003, A human and Manitian have a child. Evidence of gene-tampering to allow such a thing to happen, listed below:

Eyes have flecks of a faint iridescent green indicative of a radical modification of the M-343 gene, while fingernail keratin burns with a pinkish hue, which shows an accumulation of-

Solaris heaved a deep breath, got up and poured himself a cup of coffee. This is gonna be a long morning.

***Paradox***

“You seem pretty calm,” Perry said as he and Chemestro were herded along with the dozen or so new supers through Nexus processing.

Chemestro glanced up at the humorless grey stone ceiling as they walked through the entry hall, bedrolls in hand.

“Feels like home.” He said with a shrug.

“You realize that’s a bad thing, right?” Perry asked.

Chemestro gave him a blank stare.

Perry returned it.

“Paradox, step forward and receive your emotional support animal.” The pair of supers at the end of the line motioned Perry forward. They were both women, one Latina and short, while the other was white with brown hair and a bit of a severe Karen face. They seemed about twenty-five and thirty, respectively.

The white woman took what looked like a puppy out of a sack, handing it to the Latina girl, who cooed at the squirming furball until it seemed to go mad with excitement in her arms.

“I don’t need a-“

“They’re standard issue,” the shorter woman said, shoving the puppy into Perry’s hands. The puppy seemed confused for a moment, adjusting itself in Perry’s arms before looking up at him.

Perry felt immediate, unconditional love from the tiny little bastard. It accepted him for who he was and would love him no matter what he did. He actually felt it radiating off of the puppy like some kind of tangible force that had been directed at Perry.

This has gotta be some kind of superpower.

“The hell are you following me for?” Perry asked.

“I’m not following you,” Chemestro said, motioning to his bedding.

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“Ah, damnit,” Perry groaned. This is gonna be a long week.

***

Around the pool were dozens of incarcerated supervillains and new triggers, just lazily talking about The business and giving them an informal education in how to play The Game.

It wasn’t segregated by gender, because there were women who could melt your face off, so violence wasn’t really as much of a concern as in a normal prison.

Perry saw Andy the Giant standing next to the pool with a keg of beer in his hand, in nothing but a speedo. He had a woman riding his shoulder like a parrot as he set up a pair of chairs to fit his massive body.

It’s like my pool party all over again. Matter of fact, there were three supers who’d been present at Perry’s, including Andy.

Perry struggled to understand how this was a punishment. It seemed like a 24/7 party with all the cool kids from around the city.

“Hey, kid, First time in The Workshop?” A slender man with brown eyes and a big grin approached Perry, wearing a tropical-themed swimsuit that stabbed the eyes with its garish color.

He was clutching cup full of pina colada and Perry could see the whites around his eyes.

“Yeah...” Perry said, glancing around. “I assumed this was a prison?”

“I mean, it is,” The man said, stirring his drink with the straw and taking a sip. “But Nexus places a much higher emphasis on containment than punishment. To that end, they designed this prison with multiple compelling reasons not to leave. One of the simplest is that it’s really fun here.”

Andy picked up a shrieking woman and threw her in the pool before the pool itself leapt up and grabbed Andy, dragging the chuckling giant into the water, which was only chest deep on him.

“I like swimming, it takes the weight off my joints,”Andy’s ultra-bass voice rumbled through the chatter.

“I’ve only ever heard that it was awful,” Perry said, peeling his eyes away from the partying supers.

“Yeah, there’s a waiver you gotta sign on the way out that says you’ll only talk about how bad it is. It’s written by Mephisto, so it’s soul-binding. You gotta say The Workshop is awful. It does not however, prevent winking.”

The skinny man with the manic eyes winked, then froze for a moment.

“Oh, I forgot to introduce myself,” he said, offering Perry his hand. “I’m Cecil, a regular here, how about you?”

“Paradox.” Perry said, shaking his hand.

“Paradox!? Hexen’s kid? Wow!” He glanced down at Perry’s hands. “You know what, your hands look a little empty, They’re serving pina coladas at the bar, one sec.”

‘Cecil’ turned away and snagged another cup filled with pina colada from the bar before offering it to Perry.

Perry lifted the drink to his lips before pausing as a question occurred to him.

“So where’s the Workshop portion of the Workshop? When am I supposed to do the Tinker slave-labor I heard about?”

‘Cecil’ was staring at the drink in Perry’s hands with undisguised anticipation, and Perry’s question shook him out of it.

“What? Oh, from about nine to one, anybody that’s got a useful power has a customized work detail created by an individual non-powered handler. That includes Tinkers, Energy types, Catalysts, what have you.”

“So it’s not like standing on an assembly line getting shouted at?”

“Nah, Every Tinker is wildly different, and their powers don’t get along well with each other, so an assembly line setup would never work.”

‘Cecil’ shrugged. “Except maybe for an Industrial Tinker, but none of them are poor enough to be slumming it here with us.”

Perry glanced around at the opulent indoor pool. “Slumming it. Right.”

He raised the drink to his lips, then paused and brought it back down, amusing himself with how ‘Cecil’ tensed up each time Perry came close to drinking the ‘Pina Colada’.

Finally ‘Cecil’ sighed and glanced up at Perry. “When did you figure it out?”

Perry wordlessly pointed at the massive red and white sign near the back of the pool.

Do not Accept

Food/Drinks from

Mad Mike

“What happens if I drink this?” Perry asked.

“Nothing bad,” Mad Mike said with a shrug “We just switch bodies until someone figures it out and sends me back to prison.”

“Pass,” Perry said, setting the drink aside.

“Eh,” Mad Mike shrugged then immediately oriented on another person.

“Hey kid, first time in The Workshop?” Mad Mike said, his voice growing faint as he approached another of the recently Triggered newbies.

“Somehow Mad Mike’s power doesn’t set off the puppies,” Andy the Giant said, his elbows resting on the edge of the pool. He was nearly eye to eye with Perry despite standing in the pool.

“What are they, anyway?” Perry asked, glancing down at Chuck, who was tugging on Perry’s pantleg while growling.

“I don’t ask how the sausage gets made.” Andy the Giant said with a shrug.