[There's a rattling noise as the comm shakes with his hands.]
I don't know where I am, I don't know if anyone will even hear this, but I had to tell someone.
My name is Vic Sage, and...I can breathe again.
[A deep breath] For the first time in over a year, I can breathe again.
[There's a long pause, nearly thirty seconds, as he tries to collect
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I was still breathing, but it wasn't exactly easy.
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Aside from being transported away from your home with no readily available way back, which is quite enough of an inconvenience for some.
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[For all the good it might do, he thinks]
Are you in need of assitance?
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[He pauses before adopting a lighter, more amused tone.] But if you happen to know the number of a good oncologist...
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And I am afraid I cannot help you, mein herr. The last person I knew who might fit the bill was the village Doctor, and that was in 1938.
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You seem a little far from home. [1938? German accent? There's a question there.]
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Question. [ Gentle. ] Welcome back.
This is Oracle. I'm sure you have plenty of questions. I can probably answer most of them.
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Nice to find that someone here knows me.
So, what's the setup? There was some basic information available, but I haven't looked through it yet. I was a bit...distracted.
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You'll find quite a few who do. Fortunately. Unfortunately? Well. That debate rages on.
Welcome to Not New York, where the Porter brings slews of people from other universes here for its own mysterious purposes. It's a pesky sort of AI, the kind that has thus far kept the most expert of experts and the techiest of technopaths out of its programming, and it rarely reveals anything of use. It's also been very quiet for a while.
The end result is a city full of metahumans, aliens, and robots. Technically, we're all metahumans now, as the Porter "gifts" us with superpowers that vary widely in terms of usefulness. I believe Batgirl makes a very nice cup of jasmine tea if she thinks about it ( ... )
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I'm not sure, I've never had the impression I was too well known in the cape circles. Obviously your people know me, or would that be his people? Both, I suppose.
That doesn't sound too different from home, only perhaps a little a little more focused. You still know everything that needs to be known, I see. Did that take long, or does it just come naturally?
That's...a little over five years. Huh. May have been at least that long since I last saw Shiva.
[Isn't even touching the Helena bit.]
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This being alive thing is almost like a faded memory.
I hope, however, you find it suits you again. I am lucky enough to have found my daughter here.
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