Chapter 255: There’s Your Problem

Chapter 255: There’s Your Problem

So, chances are Lightshow is a mimic, Perry thought as he continued to work side by side with her.

His reasoning: Whoever stole the lens most likely did it because they were aware of them and their potential to be used as weapons against Solaris. That limited the suspect pool to those who knew about the project: Namely Lightshow and the Anchors assigned to work on this project: Freddy, Chemestro, and Guile

Now, whoever had done it had looked like Perry, which would cast suspicion on him, while simultaneously casting Lightshow as the victim. She would never need to steal from herself. Why would she?

Mimics, traditionally, couldnt mimic things they hadnt consumed.

This was a mislead, since Lightshow could easily make a disguise out of Hardlight. That was kind of her thing, and if a mimic of her retained, at the very least, the ability to program Hardlight belts shed already made, it would be easy enough to make a convincing disguise of Perry for short stunts in front of the camera

And the cold truth of it was: Lightshow was a non-combatant. She was an egghead that made weapons for other supers to use, and was about as dangerous as a soccer-mom. She might have good defensive gear, but she wasnt a fighter. An easy win for a mimic.The source of this content no/v(el)bi((n))

Of the people Perry had mentioned, she was the easiest to get the drop on.

Now, Perry wasnt 100% sure. Most of these were guesses. He didnt know for a fact mimics couldnt mimic things theyd never consumed. They typically werent as intelligent as Abunzaul, and instead instinctively mimicked simple things, like small animals andsimple objects.

Perrys hair stood on end as he glanced over at Lightshow, humming as she pieced together the MRI machine, her upper body disappeared in its guts, doingwho knew what.

Hmm.

If this Abunzaul clone is an android, does that give it a greater affinity for machines? Possibly able to form complex parts inside itself that hold their shape indefinitely?

Perrys marrow test was banking on 2 things:

#1 He was fairly confident that a small piece of the mimic wouldnt have enough brainpower to continue faking and come apart under close scrutiny: The Thing Rules. Very small mimics were very stupid. Not enough room for brain.

#2 Even if that didnt actually work, if the mimic honestly believedhe could find outwho was who with a specific test, it might out itself rather than wait for the results.

Yep, the test was half bluff.

Cant go wrong with a good bluff.

As far as Perry was concerned, anyone who was not him was suspect.

Of course, it couldve been a rando super with copycat powers, so lets not pull out the flamethrowers right away, but Im not holding my breath either.

He needed to lure the mimic out of hiding and squish it.

Perry glanced back up at the nearly-finished MRI machine.

If I wanted to checkmate Earth by consuming the powers of the strongest super in the world, how would I go about it?

That was assuming this Abunzaul clone could replicate powers. Perry was operating on the assumption that it could.

Because if it couldnt, Earth was in no danger. People were definitely in danger, but no more than your standard Tide-spawned monster. Earth was not in danger.

If it could copy powers

Earth might have a problem.

Abunzaul made the greatest mage in the world at the time of his death. Allegedly. Im fairly sure he can copy powers.

Even if it couldnt copy powers, there was a strong incentive to take Solaris off the board, so Perry had to be cautious one way or another.

How can I handle this? Perry thought, the seed of an idea taking root. If he wanted to pull this thing out of hiding, he needed to lay out some bait and provide an opportunity for it to out itself.

Preferably not in a situation where it can actually disable Solaris.

The question was, who could Perry trust?

Perry idly went through his contacts for someone who fit the bill, while another part of his mind continued to bring up and dismiss ideas, flowing from one thought to the next.

Perry debated interrogating the mimic in his soul to get a better idea of how this one might be operating, but quickly realized that would get him nowhere. It would only copy him until it felt like it had the advantage, at which point it would try to kill him.

Ill run a final diagnostics check on the machine and we can get started.

Perry eyeballed the MRI machine, then glanced up at Lightshow, who smiled, nodding.

Multi-tool

Perry manifested a large knife and stabbed the MRI machine in the side.

The machine bucked like a wild animal, seams opening up on the carbon-black faade that unleashed whiplike tentacles that filled the entire room.

The MRI machine had been eight feet tall and twelve feet long, and now that it had unfolded itself, it practically choked out the room.

Well theres your problem! Perry said, ducking a wild swing from a blade-studded tentacle as the machine continued to thrash, writhing around the knife stuck in its side.

Role squealed in Solariss voice and dove away from the machine as the tray turned into a tongue, attempting to reel him in.

His hospital gown stuck to the tray and ripped off as he barely pried his hand away from the sticky substance using Solariss brute strength.

Static Shock.EXE

A torso-thick bolt of living lightning leapt out of Perrys hand and drove the massive flailing monster up and into the upper corner of the heavily shielded room where half of its barbed tentacles reflexively seized the wall and ceiling, the other half snaking out at them.

Role dove forward, the whipping blades barely missing him as the creature flew up. When he turned around, his fingers glowed with white hot light, sending finger-thick beams of light out to prune the monsters barbed tentacles.

It was an impressive display of power, and while it looked the same to the naked eye, Perry would bet money that if you measured the lasers coming out of his fingers, it wouldnt register anywhere near what Solaris could do.

All that from a pair of underwear? Perry asked, motioning to the boxers with Solaris stamped on them.

Hey, Im flexible, Role said with a shrug, pruning the rest of the arms.

Make sure you dont kill it. Perry said. We may need to ask it questions. I also need to use it to make a test.

Perry glanced down at the severed tentacles, which were gradually squirming across the floor, taking the shape of what appeared to be naked civilians, crying and begging for mercy as they crawled towards Role.

Although, it does seem like The Thing rules are on the tablenot to mention.

On second thought, clear it out. Kill them all. Perry said, taking into account the likelihood that Role would falter and get himself killed.

Role might look like Solaris at the moment, but he didnt have the same ruthlessness.

What, but As if to emphasize Perrys thought, Role motioned to the begging people, as though they hadnt been giant razor-tipped tentacles a moment ago.

This will be a good learning experience. Perry thought, waiting for the nearest sobbing young woman to stagger a few steps closer. She was girl-next-door pretty, with a somewhat unfortunate nose. She had a paunch, and her trembling arms jiggled with little extra fat.

In short, she looked real.

Please, I dont know whats going on, She said as she staggered closer. My names Amy. I dont know where my mom and dad went. The last thing I remember-

Perry watched Roles expression go from horror, to sympathy, to confusion, back to horror in a fraction of a second as the sobbing girl got close enough before unfolding around a giant harpoon seemingly made of Perrys black processing units, sharpened to a barbed spear tip.

The harpoon launched out of the girls chest, angling straight for Role. Her eyes fluttered back, jaw hanging open as though she were in the throes of passion, while her head folded backwards, subsumed into the creatures mass and used as extra propulsion, adding a sickening ripple of solid muscle where once had been a young womans face as it thrust the spike forward.

A-

Perry caught it in midair, inches away from Roles stunned expression.

Clear them out. Perry said. Now was not the time to think of how many civilians had gone into accumulating that much biomass: now was the time for damage control.

O-Okay.

Role clenched his teeth and held out his palms as he began vaporizing the offshoot pieces of the mimic as they begged for mercy and told him their names, about their spouses, begging him to take care of their childrenall while stumbling inexorably towards him.

Once Perry was sure Role wasnt going to get killed, he turned his attention to the observation deck/trap.

Lightshow was nowhere to be seen.