Chapter 14: The DEO's New Headache
Jemm's defeat, baffling as it was to the D.E.O., only intensified their pursuit of "the Glitch." Alex Danvers, now operating on a level of intellectual frustration I could almost feel radiating through the city, had truly dedicated herself to solving the anomaly. It was no longer just about protecting National City; it was a deeply personal, scientific challenge for her. And I was her elusive, infuriating puzzle.
"Bless her logical little heart," I thought, watching a D.E.O. drone—a fancier, less hummingbird-like model than before—hovering over my neighborhood. I had it subtly broadcasting the entire soundtrack to "Cats: The Musical" on a low, almost imperceptible frequency, just for my amusement. "She's putting in the hours. She's analyzing the data. She's probably got a whiteboard dedicated to 'The Glitch: Is it an energy signature? A rogue AI? Or just a very bored god with a penchant for musical theater?'"
[ANALYTIC NOTE: D.E.O. TRACKING PROTOCOLS AT PEAK EFFICIENCY. HIGH RISK OF EXPOSURE.]
"Efficiency, schmefficiency," I scoffed internally. "They're efficient at tracking things that obey the laws of physics. I, darling System, am a proud disobedient non-conformist." My powers felt sharper, more responsive. The initial raw volatility had given way to a sophisticated, almost artistic control. This cat-and-mouse game was a constant training exercise, refining my ability to weave subtle illusions and manipulate reality on a micro-scale.
Their latest tactic involved setting up an elaborate network of psychic dampeners and energy-signature detectors across a specific grid in downtown National City, where several "glitch" incidents had occurred. The idea, apparently, was to create a zone where any anomalous energy would be instantly flagged and traced.
I, of course, was already inside the "dampened" zone, enjoying a truly delightful, magically-created ice cream cone that tasted vaguely of starlight and regret. "It's really all about perception, isn't it?" I mused, watching a D.E.O. agent scowl at a seemingly normal streetlamp. "They're looking for a giant, flashing neon sign. I'm a perfectly camouflaged chameleon who just happens to be a living, breathing paradox."
My evasions became increasingly elaborate. I used Sensory Illusion to make entire blocks appear deserted to their sensors, while bustling with people to the naked eye. I caused their ground-penetrating radar to display images of giant, subterranean rubber duckies. Their thermal cameras would occasionally pick up faint, perfectly human-shaped heat signatures that abruptly dissipated into thin air, leaving behind only the smell of freshly baked bread.
One particular incident involved a D.E.O. team attempting to track a "hot spot" of anomalous energy in a corporate building. As they moved through the deserted offices, I ensured every computer screen displayed a looping GIF of a cat playing a piano. Every speaker emitted a faint, tinny rendition of "Never Gonna Give You Up." And when they finally located the supposed "source" of the anomaly, they found nothing but a single, perfectly balanced, spinning top on a conference table, humming with an almost imperceptible, high-pitched note.
The news showed Alex Danvers, later that day, looking utterly exasperated in an interview. "We are dealing with a phenomenon that defies all known scientific principles," she admitted, rubbing her temples. "It's not just a rogue energy signature; it's… intelligent. Playful, even. It seems to be deliberately mocking our efforts. And it's getting better at it." Her frustration was clear, but beneath it, a grudging respect flickered in her eyes. The pragmatist in her couldn't deny the results, even if the method drove her to distraction.
Kara, however, was having a different reaction. I saw her briefly in the background of a D.E.O. clip, looking at Alex with a mixture of concern and a strange, almost wistful expression. My anchor. She was caught between Alex's need for answers and her own growing, inexplicable trust in "the Glitch."
"Are you sure it's hostile?" Kara asked Alex, her voice low. The mic didn't quite pick it up, but I could read her lips. "It keeps helping."
Alex sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Hostile or not, Kara, it's an uncontrolled variable. Something with immense power that we don't understand. And that's dangerous."
"Dangerous?" I scoffed internally. "Honey, I'm the safest existential threat you've ever met. I'm practically a fluffy security blanket made of pure chaos. A chaotic security blanket that leaves behind origami swans and the faint scent of cinnamon buns, but a security blanket nonetheless."
The cat-and-mouse game continued, the D.E.O. throwing more resources at the problem, and me responding with increasingly elaborate, baffling, and ultimately harmless displays of reality-bending mischief. The burden of my power was lightened by the sheer fun of outwitting them, of being the one pulling the strings behind the scenes. The loneliness was still there, but it was accompanied by a growing sense of satisfaction, knowing that even in my solitude, I was making a difference. And that my anchor, the one person who kept me tethered, was starting to look at the unexplainable with something akin to… fondness.
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