Watchtower Lab
There are some things anyone that's been in the JLA for five minutes figure out: One of those is stay the hell out of the way when the Atom's in the lab. Evidently, that comes with the costume, because from the moment Ryan Choi set foot in it, it was his.
Boy's driven ... and manic, bouncing around the facility deconstructing Chronos' tools, canibalizing a spectrometer that Steel had left behind, fiddling with spare parts from the cosmic treadmill that the Flash had left up there. Bits of Thanagarian, Rannian and even New Genesis equipment are examined and, if deemed useful, cobbled into his bizarre device.
"I need a machine that traces time as a particle," he says absently, to no one in particular. "That traces time as a partical and tracks it to an exact point of reference. There's no such thing."
He stops, and breathes.
"OK. You're the Atom. Make there be such a thing."
And then he's back to fidgeting ... calculating ... building.
Boy's driven ... and manic, bouncing around the facility deconstructing Chronos' tools, canibalizing a spectrometer that Steel had left behind, fiddling with spare parts from the cosmic treadmill that the Flash had left up there. Bits of Thanagarian, Rannian and even New Genesis equipment are examined and, if deemed useful, cobbled into his bizarre device.
"I need a machine that traces time as a particle," he says absently, to no one in particular. "That traces time as a partical and tracks it to an exact point of reference. There's no such thing."
He stops, and breathes.
"OK. You're the Atom. Make there be such a thing."
And then he's back to fidgeting ... calculating ... building.