“That depends on how much time do you have. I might have already read more than you ever could in a lifetime. Bonus of having a computer for brains.” Janet grinned, “And there’s also movies to watch. Humans just spew them out so fast one can never watch them all before their time is up, I believe me included. Unfortunately most aren’t even worth mentioning and filtering them out without seeing them is not easy.” [i]Wow. First world problems.[/i] Janet thought sarcastically, [i]Nah, more like problems the first world wishes they had.[/i]

“You’re probably right about that,” Alice replied, “though I have been told I’m a speed reader.” Then her expression turned puzzled. “Ah, what’s a movie?” 

Meanwhile, Henry was in the Ant-Hill. He actually hadn’t had the idea for the name until Janet had come up with it. A small prison, hidden within an average everyday sight. Undetectable, and impossible to find unless you knew where you were looking. The cells themselves were all ready, rather than try and go the power damper route (Which didn’t work for everyone) he had taken the easy route which was to shield all the cells with multiple layers. Wall, shield, wall, shield wall, shield. It took a lot of power, but it worked.

Not to mention he had an easy to access backup supply if his power generators failed, and if the backup failed he even had secondary reactors. He squeezed past an ant that was on patrol, nodding at it as he passed, yes this prison was fully equipped and ready to go. With numerous backup and failsafes for days. Content in that knowledge when he reached the lab, he picked up what he came for and turned around to stroll out. The question was, when did he tell the others about this? Part of him felt it’d be better if he kept this to himself, at least for now.

Compartmentalisation and all that.

Janet raised an eyebrow at the unexpected question, but quickly put two and two together - Cyrania was raised in the badlands, a roof was probably a luxury. “Oh, are you in for a treat sometime later. I think I won’t spoil it.” she noted as ghost came into view. “Hello there, Ghost. Left Pac-Man home again?” the Ultron jabbed.

“I don’t believe you were introduced? Cyr this specimen is called Ghost, worthy adversary in technical things I’ll grudgingly admit. Ghost, Cyrania de Bergerac, for all intents and purposes the Invisible woman. And I suppose you have a theory about who I am - care to share?” Janet asked, wondering how accurate his estimate would be.

"Pessimistically, I would say your father is an idiot and call you Ultron...," Ghost threw back as he continued working, "but in the hopes that I won't have to start an underground anti-synthetic revolt along with my current plans, I'll just say Vision or Jocasta. Alchemax already beat your father at making a new Vision, but their's is more of a chromed department-store mannequin."

He floated away from his work station, looking at the two closer in detail. They seemed in love, giggling and holding hands like this was their first date. Ghost didn't have time for games like this, making his best attempts not to grind his teeth.

"And you, 'Alice', what gives you the right to be here? So far I see a girl who has befriended herself with the 'daughter' of a Pym. I didn't know anyone could just prance into a meeting of minds wearing a costume set more for a grade-school play and just announce themselves as the successor of one of the greatest human beings who have ever lived. Survived the Badlands? Great. Show me the board of executives of any major corporation in town bound-and-gagged with party hats and then, maybe then, I'll be impressed."

At that second Henry returned to his full size. “You know, that is some weird fetish you have going on there Ghost.” He threw over a disk for the man to catch. “You share, I share.” He threw another one. “First desk shrinks, second returns to normal size. Don’t try and pry them open or scan them or anything. They don’t like it very much and have inbuilt security protocols. I can give you more as and when needed, but the whole size change is kinda my thing, so don’t go crazy.”

He turned to ‘Alice’ and Janet. “I’ll go with Janet’s judgement on this one-” He looked between Alice and Ghost. “Though I think, for now. We’ll leave the infiltration to the two who’re used to it.” He waited for the offended look. “Just for now, we don’t want to put anyone at risk right now. Besides you girls are new in town and would probably be better to spend some time getting your bearings or acting as support.” He turned back to Ghost. “After all, I’m pretty sure our friend here already has an idea for what we can do.”

Tuning into their private communications, Janet was a little bit absolutely livid. “Can I just bag this rude primitive now instead of later?” Janet asked rhetorically, a few sparks of electricity zapping in between her fingers for a good measure. She didn’t mind being left out of whatever Henry intended to do - she wasn’t finished after all.

“For your information, she held her own against one of the new ‘avengers’. Also, she submitted to a mental scan, fancy doing the same to back it up? All I’ve seen you do is becoming incapable of influencing anything in this dimension, having a big ego and breaking and entering. As far as your tip goes, well...” she chuckled darkly, “I only carry fragments of the original Ultron series’ code. You can think of me more as a Sentinel. Take that for what you will.” Janet finished, her eyes dangerously narrowed as they borrowed into where Ghost’s would be.were they not obstructed by a helmet.
 
"So you're telling me that you identify yourself as a Sentinel, but you literally have repurposed code from an Ultron," Ghost replied. "You know that neither of those factors are a positive, right? Like reprogramming Saddam Hussein with some of Hitler's DNA or consciousness doesn't make a better person. Yeah, you're not getting anywhere close to my head."

He looked to Pym, staring him down just waiting for a reasonable response. Some kind of failsafe or something, you know, because he built an Ultron! Ghost dropped from his hover, pacing back and forth trying to think. He's remember an old an old article on an Avengers trivia site about an old Ultron model trying to make nice with his creator and establish a father-son relation, but for all he knew it was all completely fake.

"Pym," Ghost almost plead in his usual dead sounding tone, "please tell me there is a bomb in her chest or some kind of back-up plan if she ever goes rogue. Please just give me something to work with here."

“Do you have a failsafe in case you go rogue?” Cyrania then angrily asked while stepping between Ghost and Ultron. She could take criticism against herself, she was an oddball among oddballs and would need to prove herself. But to suggest that Janet should be able to be exterminated at the touch of a button, made into a slave who could be disposed of if she did the slightest thing not to her operator’s satisfaction. “Maybe we should force on a shock collar around your neck to stun or kill you when you step out of line. Janet is as much a human as you are, otherwise I wouldn’t feel anything like I can’t with robots. Only a human soul allows me to communicate and sense her like I can. We have a Pygmalion situation here, I don’t know how but there is. Therefore, she can truly not end up like the other Ultrons. They followed their programing to its ultimate conclusion, Janet can ignore her programming just like humans can. Therefore, any security measures you propose for her should be used on all of us.”

“There are other failsafes, though they aren’t quite as extreme.” Henry turned to Janet. “Also I wouldn’t class you as a sentinel either. You’re an entirely new entity. Only reason you’re classed as Ultron-99 in your programming is that it was surprisingly hard to get rid of the [i]Ultron[/i] in your programming.” He changed to address the room. “The thing is. With the past Ultron models they were built as drones, to patrol a prison. With no real artificial intelligence and then they had it thrust upon them and frankly they couldn’t cope and as such…”

He sighed. “They took extreme measures. Janet from the start has had intelligence and a sense of self. Anything on top of that which drives her to help people is secondary, but always present to stop her going on a murderous rampage.” He shrugged. “She’s already different from what I thought she’d be and I’m going to mark that up in the win column. We’re in the area of unknown variables. Just remember the original Ultron also had an army, I’m not going to be making anything else until I know Janet isn’t going to flip out and try and drop a city.”

He turned to Janet with a smirk. “No offense.”

“None taken. If I go on a murderous rampage, I’m fairly certain it will be his fault.” Janet replied, pointing an accusatory finger at Ghost. She wisely chose to keep the statistic of the likelihood of them coming into conflict eventually for herself. “In any event, Failsafes or not, there are none [i]you[/i] can work with, and I intend for it to stay that way. Now are we going to get on with this thing, or can I go out do some good while you keep arguing?”