Data Processing

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Noah Kuttler is at his desk, a mechanical pencil in his hand. He's not using it to write - rather, he taps it impatiently as he waits for his latest data results.

"I'm not quite sure what to make of this 'Miracleman' character. Whoever.. whatever he is, he survived a bath in Chemo without what I would consider substantial damage. He's tough. Maybe even Boy Scout tough."

He leans back in his chair.

"Fortunately, Luthor's Infinity Incorporated appears, thus far, to be primarily a public relations dodge. He's made no signs of going on the march with a super-powered army."

Up in the infirmary...

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It was a very long time spent stitching, blood seeping through her fingers and her stitches. Still, they're here in space and Dr Mid-Nite has been stablized. He's not only been stablized but he's been worked on in many different ways with all of the super science and magic. He's been asleep since they got here. Bette has been sitting here watching over him, worried.

She's been reassured by any number of people but until he wakes up she'll be all but convinced that she's managed to screw something up. Maybe he'll be blind and mute.

"Oh God."