Various featureless hard light constructs appear around Brainaic, smooth and white and uncomplicated, immobilizing his neck and spine and laying him on a hard light stretcher, a two-dimensional rectangle identifiable as a medical equipment only by the fact it's carrying a patient now. The process is fast, efficient, and eerie; Cortana is solving a physics problem with the absolute minimum number of steps, forces and degrees of freedom all accounted for. Brainiac would probably appreciate it, if he were in any condition to be doing so. Oh well, there's always the replay.
In seconds, Brainy and his minimalist medical gear are floating away from the fight and towards the audience, low to the ground and as quickly as Cortana dares move the severely injured man.
"Keep them busy enough it doesn't occur to anyone to take out the projectors, huh? Oh, and don't tell them that's what you're doing." Some of her teammates strike her as a bit excitable and prone to doing things like shout their plan across the room so all the hostiles can hear it.
On a landing in the crowd, next to a kit the Medbay staff had assembled on short notice and the Flash had been kind enough to carry in, Cortana's hologram appears, like it frequently does. The difference is that it's five times as tall as it's ever been before...and solid. In the moments before the stretcher arrives, a long time for an AI to fret, Cortana looks down at her hands, flexing the fingers experimentally. She knows she can do this, knows that her human neural patterns can use a body as reflexively as the human who donated them--and the human who donated hers is a superb surgeon.
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Various featureless hard light constructs appear around Brainaic, smooth and white and uncomplicated, immobilizing his neck and spine and laying him on a hard light stretcher, a two-dimensional rectangle identifiable as a medical equipment only by the fact it's carrying a patient now. The process is fast, efficient, and eerie; Cortana is solving a physics problem with the absolute minimum number of steps, forces and degrees of freedom all accounted for. Brainiac would probably appreciate it, if he were in any condition to be doing so. Oh well, there's always the replay.
In seconds, Brainy and his minimalist medical gear are floating away from the fight and towards the audience, low to the ground and as quickly as Cortana dares move the severely injured man.
"Keep them busy enough it doesn't occur to anyone to take out the projectors, huh? Oh, and don't tell them that's what you're doing." Some of her teammates strike her as a bit excitable and prone to doing things like shout their plan across the room so all the hostiles can hear it.
On a landing in the crowd, next to a kit the Medbay staff had assembled on short notice and the Flash had been kind enough to carry in, Cortana's hologram appears, like it frequently does. The difference is that it's five times as tall as it's ever been before...and solid. In the moments before the stretcher arrives, a long time for an AI to fret, Cortana looks down at her hands, flexing the fingers experimentally. She knows she can do this, knows that her human neural patterns can use a body as reflexively as the human who donated them--and the human who donated hers is a superb surgeon.
Still.
Hell of a shakedown run.