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    Harbinger Satellite.

    Harbinger once answered to a more human name, Lyla Michaels. Lately she has embraced the Harbinger moniker more. Looking on at the events on the screen, she is about to ask the Monitor about the young woman she sees entering what looks like an old British police call box when she hears the voice of the Monitor mainframe.

    Monitor [voice] “This is Rey Skywalker. She is among the last of her kind for her universe. Outside of our local multiverse, hers is among the earliest casualties.”

    Harbinger “How did she survive it?”

    Monitor [voice] “She contains a power far beyond the comprehension of most other universes. She has now been retrieved by a being from another universe soon to be in danger of the same fate.”

    Harbinger “Skywalker. Why does that name sound familiar?”

    Monitor [voice] “Her universe became the source of fictional constructs across many universes including your own. A word of warning, your universe may also be viewed as a fictional construct to others.”

    Harbinger “Well that’s nice to know.”

    Monitor [voice] “All of this information is now at your fingertips. Each potential recruit you locate will become known to you much faster. Your knowledge of them, their lives, is located in this database. It is up to you to find the best recruits and ready them for battle.”

    As the mainframe talks, images of people throughout this metaverse are shown. There is a blond woman in what appears to be the garb of a traditional 1950s American television housewife, complete with dress and makeup. The image shifts to another woman, also blond whose attire is different as she fights off a man twice her size. Next is an image of a dynamic trio fighting off colorful villains. One of them resembles a purple clad Batwoman. There are three women walking out of a building with the sign “Townsend Agency” on the brick wall. There is an orange Dodge Charger with a black 01 on the side leaping in slow motion. A black Pontiac Trans Am speeding through the desert. Actors in sci-fi inspired uniforms taking a bow in front of an enthusiastic audience.

    Monitor [voice] “This is barely a sample of the database. Use it wisely and remember, I am at your command.”

    Harbinger nods, knowing the responsibility this entails.

    Can’t stop this feeling
    Can’t stop this fire”

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