[hr][center][img]https://mir-s3-cdn-cf.behance.net/project_modules/1400/f5680f53522101.59377852a7113.png[/img][/center][hr][sub][color=FDAD07][b]Gateway City, California[/b]
July 4th, 2018[/color][/sub]

[indent][color=E2D27F]“How does it feel knowing you’re the one that named this thing, Lisa?”[/color] 

Lisa Abernathy sighed at her desk at The National Voyeur, looking up from her computer to face her colleague, Sroya Bashir.

[color=91C88D]“[i]She’s[/i] not a thing. And I feel great. If only she’d agree to an interview.”[/color] 

At this point, Lisa had probably had some variation of this conversation with every single one of her colleagues for a month straight. It was starting to feel exhausting. For a city so full of courage to take the step forward there seemed to be a weird deficit of optimism. From the very first moment she saw the Goddess of Truth she knew she was [i]good[/i]. Her editor called it “Stockholm Syndrome in 5 Minutes or Less”. He was a dick.

[color=91C88D]“Which I’m starting to think is a tough sell.”[/color]

[color=E2D27F]“Oh? You don’t say. I figured the ‘goddess’ would humble us mortals with at least a cup of coffee.”[/color]

Sroya was being glib. She hated it when she couldn't dial down her New York sense of humor.

[color=91C88D]“Hilarious. Maybe you should be the one writing articles on everything she does. I bet it’d get at least twelve likes.”[/color]

Sroya was a great journalist – nobody at the Voyeur knew how to write articles about the technical aspects of the business sector. The rapid expansion of LexCorp? Queen Industries stagnating business model? Empire Enterprises rise as a global entity? There was probably nobody better. But when it came to politics? She was a few eggs short of becoming a prettier G Gordon Godfrey. Though Lisa wasn’t sure if Sroya would think that perception was an insult or a compliment. 

[color=E2D27F]“I mean if you want to trade, that's on you.”[/color]

Lisa chuckled, [color=91C88D]“I think I’m good.”[/color]

[color=E2D27F]“Whatever you say, Wonder Girl. So how are you going to get this interview you want in the first place?”[/color]

It was a good question. How was she going to get an interview out of someone who could just fly away from cameras? How was she going to demand a meetup with someone who could lift a skyscraper over her head like it was tin foil? Her editor, Peter Garibaldi, wasn’t demanding answers to those questions; he just wanted constant coverage of everything Wonder Woman touched. Getting an interview was more of a personal goal. As long as Wonder Woman stayed away from the press, the more people got to speculate, and speculating about a superhuman who didn’t sit down for a heart-to-heart tended to lead to awful conclusions in her experience. 

Hell, it was what was happening to Superman over in Metropolis.

[color=91C88D]“Well, the tricky part isn’t getting her to talk to me. The tricky part is getting her to not fly away at the speed of god-knows-what. I think Garibaldi would be very happy if I could figure that out.”[/color]

[color=E2D27F]“If. Not a fan of ifs.”[/color]

[color=91C88D]“Neither am I, but its all I have.”[/color]

Sroya looked back to her computer, typing as she continued. [color=E2D27F]“So until you find Narnia, you just get to write about what she punched or whatever. I see what you mean about it being exhausting. Talking to nerds about scientific breakthroughs isn't even that bad. Maybe I did get the easy gig.”[/color]

[color=91C88D]“Pffft. One of these days our worlds are going to collide and both of us will have the same headache. God knows Congress is trying its hardest to figure out some way to give tech companies [i]incentives[/i] to find ways to combat these supermen.”[/color]

[color=E2D27F]“I mean can you blame them?”[/color]

She chuckled as she started to finish up the article on the 747 that Wonder Woman stopped from crashing into the city earlier in the day. It was a question she had asked herself many times. How could anybody hold these “metahumans” accountable when they had no means in detaining them to begin with? A masked vigilante was one thing, but a person who could fly at mach ten and was impervious to gunfire? It was a certain fear even her own father, a United States senator, was lobbying for. He called it a new age arms race. His fellow senators called it The Gyrich Act.

Whatever it was, she knew that Homeland Security and technology firms like CADMUS were about to get a big boost in government income. And for some reason she thought that it was only going to make things worse...
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