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[indigoblueberry.livejournal.com]

I am Brainiac 8. I am your destruction.

Right now, Roy, when you're dying from suffocation, when the panic has begun to set in, this is the part when you remember... This is all your fault.

I killed Donna Troy to save the future. I suffered humiliation as that sweet, innocent robotic idiot.

No... You will not finish me. I have not crawled across centuries... Millennia... To be hobbled by a gaggle of half-ape mutations. You creatures of flesh! You will feel the fire inside those meat husks you call bodies!

Listening to those words, watching the destruction Brainiac 8 wrought, the pain she was bringing to her friends... Indigo almost can't make it through. She'd read enough on her omnicom about the Sensoriums to guess they might be able to do something like this, show her what should have happened. Stacy had confirmed it for her. But, really, coming out and watching it... It was a mistake.

But she had to do it. She couldn't bear the thought of hurting her friends. Of hurting Shift. But she had, and now she knew the size of it. Indigo hiccups a bit, watching the horror unfold in front of her, and tries to blink away the tears forming in her eyes as she watches Brainiac, Brainiac 8, Luthor, and Superboy tear into the collected Teen Titans and Outsiders. She ignores Superboy's private drama with Wonder Girl, it's not what she wants to know about. It's not her place to know about it.

She flinches with each energy blast thrown, with every punch that connects. The pair of Brainiacs are a fearsome team, she doesn't believe the Outsiders have a very good chance of winning. Indigo doesn't believe her body is that powerful, the true owner must have kept many abilities to herself. Still, she can't help but smile a little as she watches the others gain what seems to be the upper hand, for all of five seconds before Brainiac 8 unleashes some kind of sonic attack. Her face crumples as she watches that, and as the illusory Shift attacks the Brainiac, she covers her mouth with her hands.

"No. Nonono. Not him." She listens to 'herself' take over, begging Shift to kill her. It's like being punched in the gut, Indigo knows that this would hurt him. She makes a tiny, strangled noise as he turns 'her' into flesh, watching his own reaction to it. The way his face crumples as he holds 'her' to him.

"...Turn it off." Her voice is choked, tears welling up in her eyes. She can't help but think about how much that must have hurt Shift. Killing her. As the recording of another reality fades around her, she sinks to her knees. "I can't... Turn it off." Indigo runs a hand through her hair, grasping a handfull of it, and swallows. Hard. She's not used to feeling like this. She wasn't supposed to be feeling like this. How did people handle it?

In this one moment, she's probably more off-guard than she ever will be again.

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[indigoblueberry.livejournal.com]

"I wouldn't say that just yet." Her eyes light up, and beams of light flicker from them, forming several large, pink spheres in front of her. Inside those spheres are more spheres, and several of them overlap. She gestures at one of the larger spheres, with many smaller spheres rotating inside. 52, to be exact. "Say that this is our multiverse. If what I understand is correct, we're part of an overall megaverse."

She gestures, and the sphere encompassing them all zooms out, revealing more spheres with others rotating inside of them. Like a group of glass balls with hundreds of marbles inside each. "Which, in turn, is encompassed by the omniverse, as someone referred to it earlier. But what encompasses the omniverse? Perhaps there's more out there." And, suddenly, the picture zooms into two orbs circling each other, one spinning much faster than the other. "In any case, each universe should operate on its own speeds and physical laws. The various flaws in each one would explain why details are different in each one."

She pauses. "Or, at least, that's what I theorize."

[static-shock68.livejournal.com]

"So we have the same base idea, you're just much better at phrasing it." He smiled. "And you have visual aids to back it up. Admittedly, I wasn't thinking as three dimensionally as you are... I was more looking towards them as branching paths; bit more linear, bit more quantum (headache that it is). But the concept holds."

There was a pause as he realised he'd just had a proper intellectual discourse with an android from the far future that had at least a level twelve conciousness (she was a Brainy, technically).

"Wow, I think this is the first real, honest science discussion I've had on the ship... I've been working with the engineers almost all my time lately." He grinned. "Cool."

[indigoblueberry.livejournal.com]

She hesitates for a second, then nods, agreeing with his analysis. She blinks again, shutting off the holograms. "It only makes sense that, given our limited information, we'd end in similar theories." Indigo doesn't really consider herself to be a scientist of any sort, but she likes to think that she can make a few educated guesses.

"There aren't many scientists on board?" A shame, she thinks. Indigo likes most scientists she's met. Then again, she spent her first few days around them, so it's only natural.

[static-shock68.livejournal.com]

"Well, there's a number of 'em, but most don't really give me the time of day. I've got a few things going against me, after all; I'm young, have a nasty habit of trying to be funny, and I'm a cape. Most scientists aren't real keen on the 'action nerd' thing. But, I am on the science and engineering teams. I just don't usually get to share theories quite like this."

[indigoblueberry.livejournal.com]

"I see." A waste, she thinks, but she can see their point. STAR Labs dealt with his kind of hero often. And, while they didn't mind, actually enjoyed, helping heroes out... There was always a bit of frustration about it. "You shouldn't just hold things in. People won't think of you when it's appropriate to."

[static-shock68.livejournal.com]

"You'd be amazed how often that happens. Really, you would." He coughed a bit, clearing his throat. "But, we're veering away from our original subject now, aren't we? Is there anything else about what happened you wanted to know?" There's another pause, as if he needed to build up some courage to ask his next question. "And are you going to be alright?"