Zack spent the time painting and fighting crime. He did his best to stay busy. He didn't like having time on his hands. He was glad that he had a power. Especially one that allowed him never be alone. When he was busy he didn't think. Thinking lead to remembering. And that wasn't something he wanted to do. So he buried himself in work in one away or another.

He was glad when he was contacted to met with the others. He had been keeping tabs on him. Another thing he loved about his power was that he had information at the tips of his fingers. There was literally a world of information at hus finger tips. He sometimes just sat and requested random buts of information. He liked knowing what was happening. He always knew the truth, or at least as much of it as the machines had access to.

[color=bc8dbf]"Just tell me what you need. It won't take me long to find it."[/color] being able to talk to and control technology had it's benefits. He could help out I'm lots of wsys. Or so he hoped.