16119/It's like constantly juggling... plates. Made of razors.

It's like constantly juggling... plates. Made of razors.
Date of Scene:	19 October 2023
Location:	Meeting Room - GIRL Headquarters
Synopsis:	Mia comes to Vivian Vision for GIRL help with her possible time travel status. They chat and some science is planned. Also it's totally not excessive to become a Dyson Sphere just to play a really advanced version of The Sims....
Cast of Characters:	Cir-El, Vivian Vision

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Cir-El has posed:
Mia's out on the prowl for answers. Yes, Mia, not Cir-El... which, really, just means she's wearing civilian clothing instead of some version or other of her costume as she tries to settle on something unique that, like, you know, /speaks/ to her. Which means she's wearing a snug, arguably slightly ill-fitting t-shirt with a Jigglypuff across her chest, the fabric straining across her shoulders and not quite reaching her hips, flashing a hint of toned, muscled figure beneath. Jeans that are, for their part, brand new seeming, no fading, no rips or tears, they look like they just came off the rack... because they did. She's totally going to get down that 'Change into the costume /before/ stopping the bank robbers' thing. Some day. Too late for her last pair of jeans alas.

And so Mia finds herself fidgeting a little nervously in the meeting room for GIRL, breathing slowly, trying to calm herself... it's silly. It's like visiting a doctor's office, except of course as a Kryptonian she's never really /needed/ a doctor... well, a medical doctor. She's sure whoever helps her with her worries about lingering effects of temporal travel will have some form of doctorate. Or five. Or more.

Somehow that does /not/ make her feel more relaxed.

Vivian Vision has posed:
When it comes to clothing Vivian always looks like her things are fresh off the rack. But that's because everything she wears is made from synthezoid technology, practically a second skin for her, and contain enough advanced technology that her socks count as state secrets. But they also have a distinctive look. Not many people wear canary yellow cargo pants and red sweaters.

Even if it's not fashionable per say it's Viv's look. And she's going to stick with it! At least until she finds time to convince Janet to design some more conventionally fashionable things for her.

When Viv arranges a meeting at GIRL she does everything she can to re-assure her guests. A faint aroma of freshly baked bread coming from a covered tray with a 'Help Yourself' sign. Digital displays set to show up data on how successful GIRL has been with various projects.

Alas she doesn't have any doctorates. But her brain is a supercomputer so hopefully it balances out. Plus she comes in confidently holding a clip board and wearing a lab coat. Because everyone knows science is 80% more trustworthy when delivered by someone in a lab coat.

"Good day Mia," she greets. "Thank you very much for your patience."

Cir-El has posed:
Mia doesn't fly through the ceiling when Vivian speaks... score one for Mia! She does visibly jolt, and for a moment she's certain that there's a whole array of sensors that pick up the spike of anxiety she feels, in spite of the relaxing atmosphere and that bewitching scent of fresh baked bread.

Of course, that jolt is pretty typical for someone who was torn between reaching for bread and genuinely admiring the various displays running down GIRL's accomplishments, eyebrows lifting high as they... just... keep... going!

Jeeze. These girls are busy.

She snaps about and chirps out as her eyes land on Vivian, "Oh! Hello Viv- I mean... Ms. Vision! Sorry, sorry, I'm..." She narrows her eyes slightly, "Well, I was going to say used to you looking older... but..." She tilts her head and frowns slowly, "I /think/ you look the same... my memory is uhh..." She sighs, "Not exactly the best as of late. ...Or /possibly/ I forget that my memory was bad before I came back in time..."

She smiles lopsidedly, "But enough babbling from me! I really do appreciate you making time for me. I just want to make sure there's nothing... unusual going on after my trip. I mean, more unusual than being launched back in time..."

Vivian Vision has posed:
"You can call me Vivian if you want. Or just Viv. That's my name after all," Viv points out with a smile. "Looking older? I do sometimes wonder if I will ever change in appearance. I suppose eventually I will wish to update my appearance to experience what it's like seeming older to those around me." She pauses, then shrugs. "Of course that could happen in hundreds of years. There is so much to understand I could probably still be finding new things to experience in a thousand years."

She gestures at the bread.

"Anyway, you're not here to talk about me! Do help yourself to something to eat. That's what it's there for after all." She pulls out one of the chairs in the meeting room and sits down. Careful observation will note the clipboard is entirely blank. It's really just a prop though. She doesn't need to have written information to help her memory.

"We can run some memory tests," she offers. "As well as take some samples to see if there is any lingering impacts of the time travel. Is it possible for you to talk about the circumstances of your time travel experience without causing any kind of a paradox?"

Cir-El has posed:
Mia grins sheepishly and sighs out, "I think I can discuss it... I mean, my memory's spotty, we were fighting... someone. I can't remember that much, I just remember a blast of energy and then suddenly I was... now."

She heaves out a sigh and snatches up a piece of bread to nibble on, perhaps a little listlessly as she slips over to lean against the meeting room table and frowns thoughtfully. "I mean, I had a discussion about that with aunt Kara and she seemed fairly confident that nothing I can do back here will change the future because either it was already predetermined to happen, or..."

She trails off again and sighs, "Okay, she didn't really explain it past that, just said not to worry about it because there have been other time travelers and nothing's ever... undone reality when they were around soooo..." She shrugs helplessly.

That bread is demolished via super speed nibbling, as she tosses her head to the side like she's trying to throw her hair back even though it's too short to really need it. "I mean, mostly I'm just... reassuring myself, you know? Like how someone has a traumatic accident and then obsessively checks their rear view mirrors for awhile after. But like... for time travel."

Vivian Vision has posed:
"It depends a lot on how space and time actually work," Vivian ponders. "If time is fixed then it suggests that we don't really have free will. Which is a little depressing. There is a notion that changing things in the past creates alternate timelines. So every action branches off. In one timeline you tell me about the fight. In another you don't. I suppose that also means our choices don't matter because every possible thing happens anyway. But that's less... bleak?"

She shrugs.

"I would much prefer to think that there are other versions of me living different lives than there being just /me/ and that none of my choices are really choices because they have already been pre-destined."

There's a little grin. "Perhaps there have been plenty of time travellers who unravelled all of space and time. It's just they happened to other timelines! You'd really need my Great Aunt if you want to get into the mechanics of how time travel works." She motions for Mia to sit. "But I am more than able to run all the tests we need. Even if Kryptonians are tricky to study. Your biology means that you could be aging at a dramatically increased rate and we might not see any signs of it for ten thousand years."

Cir-El has posed:
Mia nods and rolls her eyes, "I mean, I can barely grasp like... Kryptonian technology. So many crystals. Trying to grapple with the intricacies of temporal mechanics just seems like a level of intellectualism I'm happy to avoid. And... yeah, I mean, /being/ a time traveler is hard enough on the ol' existential dread level, trying to understand the minute details? Noooo thank you."

She shakes her head and settles down as directed as she laughs and nods solemnly, "Yeah, I mean, we're pretty hard to do blood tests on unless you park us under a red sun for awhile, and like... then you get your blood sample, but what happens when a giant monster attacks ten minutes later? It's like constantly juggling... plates. Made of razors. Or something else stupidly difficult and dangerous." She heaves out a sigh and shakes her head quickly, "Oh, I don't think I'm really aging that fast! I mean, I /seem/ to remember aging like kids around my age... but I guess I could be doing that thing where I age normally until now, and now I'm just going to look like /this/ for a few hundred years..."

She pauses for a long moment, "Our lives are kinda ridiculous, aren't they?"

Vivian Vision has posed:
"You should form a support group with Bart and Irie," Vivian muses. "They have both come back in time. I think there's at least one Superboy who comes from the future too. I think speaking with people who have had similar experiences might help you all deal with any existential dread you might have."

The synthezoid nods along to the red sun comment. "The Titans used a room with red solar energy devices to... uh... well Kara was being manipulated into attacking people. And to keep her from hurting anyone until she was fixed it was easiest to depower her a little. I've worked out a rough idea for a red solar 'dark room' for taking samples." She opens her mouth and then makes a little hrm noise. "Honestly there is no way to avoid there being downtime in superheroics. You would need to burn off energy to receive the testing and then have to recharge again after. And we can't rush burning off the energy because if you release it all at once... You might blow up the lab."

She holds her hands out in a what can you do gesture.

"They are rather unusual it's true. Only the other day I was wondering if eventually I would want to expand my mind with a Dyson cloud around the Sun. Expand my mental abilities until I can simulate entire worlds in my mind. And then it occurred to me that perhaps that might be... a bit much?"

Cir-El has posed:
Mia grins lopsidedly and shakes her head, "Jeeze, it's a little worrying how many of us there are. Like, I don't think I've heard of anyone from /my/ future coming back, so like... it's kinda odd how often it happens, no?" She sighs, "Well, at least in my case it was a freak accident. I guess that kind of makes me less worried about it. Like, imagine if I'd come back in time with DIRE WARNINGS or whatever? So much pressure!"

One eyebrow lifts and Mia hums out, "...Well, I'm glad I showed up after that. Aunt Kara's pretty cool, I wouldn't want to have to throw down with her. Plus, like... she's kinda scary, you know? She's got that real deal /Full on Kryptonian/ swagger." She crosses her arms and tilts her head, "I mean, if you've got like... audiobooks or whatever? I guess I could hang out and bleed off energy until we can do some testing. Then we can find some way to hit me with a big ol' whammy of solar radiation so I'm not stuck being able to barely dunk again for a month. Not that I play a /lot/ of basketball, but..." She blinks slowly and arches an eyebrow, "Wait, like... wouldn't that just be playing Super Realistic The Sims? Like, there are better video games! Video games that don't need dyson spheres to power! Have you ever played this game called Dwarf Fortress?"

Vivian Vision has posed:
"Unless you did have dire warnings but the time travel changed the time line," Vivian says with a grin. "Then you'd impact the time line and forget. Because nothing would have needed the warning. But then you won't travel back so..."

There's a sigh. Paradoxes don't really go well with Synthezoids. AI like nice logical events that don't contradict themselves.

"So currently I have a bunch of gym equipment in there," she muses. "To speed up burning off energy and I thought maybe I could track strength decline too. I can pipe in whatever audio you'd like. No movies though because projecting video might give you extra energy. Are there any books which would interest you?"

She giggles.

"It would be like that except I'd be simulating every animal, rock, plant, and pretty much everything really. I think it'd be more optimal to make a Jupiter brain. Much more efficient processing of information. Less distance for the signals to travel. I /have/ heard of Dwarf Fortress. They did an updated version with fancy graphics but I have never tried it out."

Probably in the future the version with graphics is the 'retro' version and the old classic one is something you need to check a history book for!

Cir-El has posed:
Mia groans and shakes her head, "Oh great, I came back in time with dire warnings, and forgot them, and now the future will be saved but like... Weiner Hut never brings back their holiday turkey dog with all the fixings!"

Mia grins brightly, "Oh! Gym equipment? Sure, I can just pump some iron to like... music! Right! I mean, I usually just listen to audiobooks when I'm going on long trips, they don't work so great for like, focused effort like working out. But they're good for anything where you have a long period of time that doesn't involve having to /pay attention/... like, flying through space? Real good audiobook time. Except there's no air. So there's no sound unless you wear a spacesuit... but they all look kind of dorky. Well, maybe not Batwoman's, she's got this whole Commander Shepard thing going on and..."

Still, Mia shrugs and grins, "Okay! Well, I can burn off some energy now, and like... I mean, you probably have baseline readings or something? I guess if not you can just keep poking me with needles now and then and see if they like... ouchify?"

Vivian Vision has posed:
"Weiner hut? Did Kara send you back?" Viv wonders. "We can always figure out the recipe for the holiday turkey dog and then develop the science to make a better version at GIRL."

"I just upload text so I've never really listened to an audiobook. Reading a book for me is like... Well it just happens. One moment I don't know the text. The next I do." Her head tilts to one side. "You don't need the air for sound providing there is physical contact. So as long as the speaker is touching your body, ideally your face, you should hear it." Not that Kryptonians always need things like air to hear. Can't Superman hear things from other plants?

"We can take some standard readings now. Some don't require needles and, if you hold very still, I can phase through you to get blood samples. Other readings are simple height, weight, and other biometrics I can scan visually. Eye and hair colour for example."

She fires off a few commands to prepare the lab the equipment was stored in. As well requesting one of the exotic super-being sampling kits be sent there. "We have some data from Kara but Kryptonians aren't all that common so the more information we can get the better!"

Cir-El has posed:
Mia shakes her head, "Oh, we don't /need/ to reverse engineer it or whatever. It's just a turkey hot dog in a stuffing flavored bun with cranberry sauce, mashed sweet potatoes, and gravy. It's super easy to make. I mean, I guess if they don't invent it now, I can just... make them at home? But can I sell them? Is it immoral? This is a quandary!"

Mia's brow furrows, her lips press in a thin, severe line for a moment and she sighs out, "You know, it occurs to me that I've been checking out the wrong super scientists? Like, you can do blood samples and you're like... pretty cool and stuff. You are /the best/ super scientist! Let's do it!"

Vivian Vision has posed:
"We could probably just make our own version," Vivian says thoughtfully. "I've never made sausages from scratch before. I know Harper and Kara are both huge fans of wieners. And if we make all the elements ourselves with our own recipes then it's not an immoral use of future knowledge. Because we had to do all the work /now/." Also it's not like a Thanksgiving food platter is unheard of! "I will probably be too busy with college to help you start your own fast food franchise though."

She blushes slightly at the praise.

"I would not consider myself the /best/ super scientist," she corrects. "But I do have a very versatile skillset and lots of senses a Human doesn't have access to. Plus access to a cutting edge super lab filled with all the best equipment money could buy.... Which certainly helps."

She motions for Mia to follow her. "I suppose we best go find a lab. The sooner we get started the sooner we can get you repowered up for world saving duty!"