InsaneJournal

Who: Hannah Lewis and Open
What: Fighting the Replicators
When: Thursday and Friday
Where: Everywhere
Warnings: None Yet
Status: Incomplete



Ever since she'd acquired G-Girl's powers, Hannah had had to learn to treat the people and objects around her with great care. Sometimes it felt like the world was made of tissue paper. Early on, she'd wrecked a number of doors and appliances and fixtures--mostly her own, fortunately. But she'd mastered it eventually, and was able to throttle back her strength and speed to normal levels most of the time.

It had been a long time since she'd needed to do more. But the replicator invasion--and it was a full-on invasion now--was one that cried out for it. It had started with simply rescuing people being menaced--if not outright attacked--by replicators. But soon she was proactively looking for potential threats and taking the fight to them.

She had pulled out all the stops. She flew over the city, using her vision to watch for threats, and listening for sounds of trouble or calls for help, then traveling to wherever she could help in an instant, and using her powers to deal with the threats as best she could.

She snatched people out of the path of attacking replicators, or pulled them from vehicles being disassembled around them, oh-so-gently placing them somewhere safely away from the threat before rushing back into the fray. She grabbed replicators and crushed them in her grip. She threw them into walls--or into the dome overhead, shattering them. She blew swarms of them away with her breath. She melted them into slag with her heat vision. She smashed through walls the replicators had erected to shield their work from interference and attacked them in their lairs. As hours passed, she destroyed thousands of replicators.

But it seemed futile. For all her power, and she had plenty, it was at best a holding action. The replicators she destroyed reassembled themselves. Even those she reduced to molten metal. The individual robots might be destroyed--no circuitry could survive that--but other replicators simply used the raw materials to create more of their kind.

Hannah felt like one of those performers spinning plates on flexible rods, frantically moving from one to another to give it another push to keep it spinning before it fell and shattered. No matter how many of the replicators she destroyed, they regained their numbers and added to them as they consumed raw materials from the city around them.

She began to despair of stopping them. But she continued fighting. What other choice was there?