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[sub][color=lightblue]Matrix's Music Files//Sample 47A [Hall, Daryl; Oates, John, 1973] [[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jpR8r0D2EyY]She's Gone[/url]][/color][/sub][/center]
[color=ghostwhite]Kryptonian structures had superior acoustic properties.

The sunstone's reflective properties, crystalline surface area, and physical arrangement created vaulted ceilings that served to resonate the music in a way that was both efficient and aesthetically pleasing. The notes of the opening bridge to Hall and Oates early Seventies ballad of a love lost reverberating around where the amorphous figure undulated before a multitude of holographic screens.

The artificial intelligence was monitoring a variety of orbital sensors, identifying areas of concerns and then assigning them a classification based on preliminary calculations of the threat profile. Level Four and below were automatically forwarded to Titans Tower in addition to the Justice League. Those graded at or above Level Five were assigned further categorization in order to determine whether a particular specialization would be required in order to adequately and efficiently address the danger. Those threats graded at Level Seven were a League priority. Technically, there was no Level Eight. That would represent an existential or extraterrestrial threat that extended beyond the planet Earth.

It was also browsing Amazon for holiday gift ideas, arranging its sampling of human music files into a new arrangement, and streaming Netflix. The [i]Expanse[/i]. The AI had the second season of [i]Stranger Things[/i] in the queue, but intended to binge watch the first season in order to move that information back to active memory prior to initiating that viewing experience.

In terms of holiday shopping, the matrix had already identified an ugly Christmas sweater as it's gift for Clark. There would also be matching ones for Lois and Jon. The American tradition of the ugly Christmas sweater appeared to necessitate a communal sharing of tackiness along generational lines according to it's internet-based research on the topic. Jon would require additional gifts, though Matrix was uncertain how to gauge the nature of toys. It would seek advice from Clark or Lois on the matter. Connor was similarly difficult, for reasons that were entirely unrelated to the challenges faced with Jon's younger demographic. Was it the nature of holiday gift gifting that made it difficult to ascertain gifts appropriate for male gender norms? Kara would receive a bottle of [i]Coco Mademoiselle by Chanel[/i]. It was a top selling fragrance for young women in her age demographic according to numerous web sites.

It was also debating a gift for J'onn or M'gann. While the habit of Christmas gift giving went along with the Christian religious tradition, the Matrix calculated such a gesture might be indicative of acceptance into their alien surroundings.

While all of this was going on within the notional framework of cyberspace, the artificial being's body was undulating side to side, swaying to the rhythm of the music that was echoing off the walls of the Fortress. It seemed a free-flowing mixture of disco hustle, latin swing, and deephouse shuffle. In between transitions, the figure flowed fluidly through a metamorphosis. It was female. It was male. It was young. It was old. It was white. It was black. It was Asian. It was Latino. It was any number of possible combinations. A young black Latina doing Cuban salsa freestyle with some New York hustle. An old mixed Asian man hanging on the saxophone bridge with an old school shuffle.

A large canine shot into the room. It might have passed for a retriever or labrador, except it had a white coloration uncommon in either of those terrestrial species. A short, red cape emblazoned with the sigil of the House of El flowed from off the collar adorning the creature's neck. Barking happily, the animal's paws skidded across the smooth sunstone floor, as it circled around the amorphous dancer.

The music paused, the dancer transformed into a glittery form that seemed to shrink as it took a knee, reforming itself in the likeness of a young boy. A black suit enveloped his frame, as a white cape dropped down from his shoulders. The crest of El was emblazoned in red. It was a very different scheme from the one that the world associated with Superman or Supergirl, being Krypton's wartime colors.[/color] [color=lightblue]"What's that, Krypto?"[/color] [color=ghostwhite]the brown haired child asked, reaching up his hands to tousle the dog's floppy ears. The animal gave a shake, followed by a sort of snort-sneeze, then dropped down so that it's haunches were in the air and it's head was lowered as it looked up at the boy and barked.[/color][color=lightblue]"You want to go for a walk? Is that it?"[/color]

[color=ghostwhite]Krypto's tail was moving so energetically at this point, that the animal's entire back ended seemed to be wagging.[/color] [color=lightblue]"All right, let's go for a walk!"[/color] [color=ghostwhite]the boy uttered, coming up from the floor as his red tennis shoes broke into a sprint. Krypto was chasing after, circling around the boy, as the pair made their way through the sprawling Kryptonian complex.

There was a Level One distress nearby, off the waters of Arctic Bay, Canada. The exercise of attending to that minor emergency should be adequate for the purpose of allowing Krypto time to play outside.

The boy emerged into freezing air, pushing off the ground as he lifted off into the air. The canine followed after, as the two orbited around one another while climbing in altitude. Then, the child banked right, whistling for the canine to follow as Matrix calculated the navigation route over air to the destination.[/color]