Wonder Woman — Hadron Collider Crisis and Origins
Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2022 6:27 pm
Hi Everyone! This is Part 1 of my own fanfic version of Wonder Woman, which I hope you'll enjoy. I'll try to post one chapter every week, if my office job and family time allows me. But before you go into the story let me give you a summary of what you can expect or not expect from reading the story.
What to expect:
* The superheroines always use skimpy suits (I just can't imagine a super heroine using much clothing)
* Lots of blood and violence.
* The superheroines face long perilous struggles, and although they will end up winning the war, they will be defeated in several bloody battles, perhaps to an inch of being killed.
* The superheoines side kicks, be it human or superhumans, will also use skimpy suits.
What NOT to expect:
* Sex violence.
* Groping or sexual harrasment .
* Nudity.
Hope you enjoy it!
This is my first contribution to the forum, so please leave your comments.
Part 1
The Large Hadron Collider X’s director steered Wonder Woman to the magnetic lift, that led them down to the immense laboratory, located deep underground for safety — and secrecy — reasons. She was wearing her suit, consisting of navy-blue briefs, over which the silvered symbol of an eagle clutching a hare brightened at the front, while the red corset with the golden eagle studded across the surface of the dark-red fabric at the chest height revealed a discrete décolletage. The shield hung on her back, and the sword remained kept inside its scabbard, fastened from her golden belt at the left flank, while Diana’s red boots, tiara, and shiny metallic bracelets shimmered with the lab’s lights reflected on them, making her bare and muscled thighs and toned arms outstand beautifully. Her golden lasso gleamed while hanging at her hip’s right.
After they stepped out of the lift, both passed the narrow alley’s entrance, and the sixty years old director, Dr. Montfort, who was wearing a cotton white coat, proceeded to introduce her to the prominent scientists that were working on the most recent discoveries. As Montfort had told her, those new results would finally reveal how her Golden Lasso really functioned, besides providing an explanation of the main physical source of her strength and self-healing power. This last one became particularly interesting for Diana within the last few days, since the most modern weapons fired faster and faster bullets as time passed concurrent with the improvement of ballistic technology, and it was becoming more often for some projectiles to make their way through her flesh, traversing it after the speed of her arms would fail to deflect them with the collision of her bracelets, especially when she was attacked from multiple angles. Diana would bleed when hit, but she’d be healed completely within few hours.
“Diana, this is Chang Tzu. Chang, this is Diana,” Montfort introduced the first scientist on sight, who was extremely focused playing with kids’ toys from a ‘farm’ package.
“It’s my pleasure!” Chang said excitedly, wheeling his chair and giggling. “Diana! What was first, the egg or the chicken? He asked, raising alternatingly his ‘farm’ toys held in each of his hands, an egg and a chicken, laughing uncontrollably while looking at her fixedly.
“I’ve lived for thousands of years and I’ve never figured it out!” Diana said amusingly, with a tender smile.
“Don’t listen to him,” Montfort said, taking Wonder Woman away from the mad scientist. “Chang Tzu is a great researcher. A genius! But he’s a little detached from the real world. Hadn’t it been for him, this lab wouldn’t have been possible, although we try to keep him apart into the back-office… way back-office,” he commented with a mocking tone.
Then they entered another room, larger — one fourth of a circular enclosure — and with lamps attached to a high ceiling from where the light drained over the place. The walls and floor gleamed to the metallic materials that composed them. In the middle of the room, there was a blue-greenish luminescence enclosed in a dome of translucent glass, out of which several tubes and circuits communicated to other circuits leading to computation ‘boxes’. The person in charge of that lab area was also there.
“This is Donna Troy, the Project Manager of this section of the Hadron Collider,” said Montfort, feeling comfortable for finding her occupied — he had thought she was already on her flight; however, her luggage was set at her side. She was seated on a chair, looking at a screen.
Donna, in her late twenties, and from who it could be appreciated that she had managed to quell long ago her natural leanings toward nerdiness at her appearance, turned immediately to Wonder Woman eagerly. The leatherette dark red knee-high-boots, below the rim of her short pleated white skirt, and some equally hued long gloves, gave Donna an elegant look despite the white coat almost covering it all. The hairstyle of her wavy and sleek black hair, similar to Diana’s, created an illustrious distinction to her white face and light brown eyes.
“Diana! It’s a great pleasure to meet you!” After jumping up from her chair, Donna approached speedily and hugged Wonder Woman. “I knew it’d be a sign of good luck when I was advised my flight was delayed!” She released Diana from her clutch and went on talking. “I’ve been a great fan of you since I was a child! I don’t have words to describe my surprise! And your fashion designs are my favorite! Actually, later today I’m going for vacations and most of my luggage comes from your store. Since I’m going to the beach, they are basically bikinis, hot-pants, crop tops, you know!”
“Great! It’s a great pleasure to meet you too! And it’s good to know that you’re going for a well-deserved trip, Donna!” Diana replied with joy, rubbing Donna’s arm. “Where are you going, if you don’t mind saying?”
“I’m going to Cancun! My friends are already there and are waiting for me. I’m going to tell them that I met Wonder Woman at last! It’s forbidden to take photos in here. But can we arrange some time for one picture please, somewhere public? ” Donna asked mirthfully, hopping slightly in amusement.
“Yes, I can give you my phone number!” Diana suggested.
Then Donna drew closer to Diana. “Let me tell you that I’m wearing below my clothes the sky-blue swimsuit of hipster-bottoms and the bandeau-top! The two golden WWs prints look…”
Doctor Montfort cut off. “Donna, I think Diana is in a little hurry and we should walk her through the results obtained so far. You know she’s been quite critical of this LHC construction,” he pointed out, teasing at Wonder Woman.
“Doctor, I don’t think it’s wrong to work on these advanced investigations. Actually, I don’t think there’s any greatest adventure than to explore the mysteries of the Universe. But, at the same time, I believe taxpayers’ money spent for setting this up could’ve been used for something more important for them. That’s all,” Diana clarified.
“Yes – well —“, Donna begun anxiously. “What we’ve achieved here — just to give you a contrast to other LHCs around the world — is that we’ve steadied the flow of hadron collisions, whereas in the other labs the collision of hadrons goes on in an experimental basis, so they’ve not been able yet to set up a constant flow of collisions.” Donna dragged air in to calm her nervousness. Then she exhaled and began to talk again. “These experiments brought some interesting results, as the configuration of a parallel world began to reveal itself, which in fact participates actively with ours… and particularly with someone like you… perhaps it’s what we’d call the Divine or Spiritual world.”
“That’s — that’s — I don’t know what to say. What do you mean by the ‘Spiritual’ world?” A strong pang of dread filled up Diana’s chest — although she was overly skeptic and rose her hand inadvertently right below her chin. “It’s just awesome what you’ve done here! But how did you find it out? I’d really like to know!” She pledged excitedly, approaching Donna.
“Let me show you. It’s better if you come over to the screen,” Troy suggested, and they neared the computer screen set on the desk. Montfort followed them, staying behind.
When they all sat down with linen chairs they had pulled from neighboring and empty desks, Donna leaned over and tilted the flat screen slightly to let everybody look at it. She started the app for processing the data retrieved from the high-tech sensors connected to the Collision Dome, as it was conventionally called, and several images began to appear on the screen after she typed specific commands.
“This is a graphic representation of the wave frequencies emitted by the atoms that conform to each of the objects we put inside the Collision Dome. Giving a quick introduction, we all understand that every object, from the superposing frequencies of the atoms composing it, has a resultant frequency — which is just the vectorial addition of the individual atomic frequencies — which ends up re-leveling a unique and specific frequency to the object in question, do you follow me so far?”
Diana nodded with unmoved attention.
“Well, if we introduce this stone into the Dome, which I chose for these experiments,” she begun to explain, picking up a pebble at the side of her computer, “then its resultant frequency will interact with the excited quantum fields from the hadrons colliding continuously. This interaction reveals a parallel shape formed with these same excited quantum fields and…” She started to applaud and giggle with joy as Diana and Montfort looked at the shapes being formed in the computer screen, where shadowy shapes seemed to wrap up the original figure. “This is when the thrilling thing comes! Once the stone interacts with it, the parallel object provides additional inertia to the original one. How did we know that? Well, it began to register a gain in momentum when thrown; beyond the momentum of the same stone before interacting with the quantum fields inside the Dome! And once it came out, we noticed that it was actually keeping its additional momentum, not coming from the stone itself, but rather — by the principle of Conservation of Energy — from the other parallel world!”
“Whoa!” Diana marveled with her explanation. “Are you saying that after the interaction with this field, the object ends up interacting with this other world permanently?”
“I’m not sure if ‘permanently’. But yes, at least for a length of time! I wouldn’t know yet of the existence of any decaying phenomenon occurring to the objects under experiment. Donna, still looking at the monitor, turned to Diana, “Isn’t this amazing! From this, we can hypothesize that you obtain your additional strength and speed from this parallelism! And this is just one result after three weeks since this lab entered into operation.” She wheeled her chair to get closer to Diana. “For example, your physical properties are normal, but when you fight certain provisions from the other world are given to you as you need them, isn’t it? Otherwise, your additional inertia would be manifesting permanently.”
“But when you talk about inertia, should I assume that I should weigh more?” Diana asked, still puzzled.
“No, this is something we discovered too,” Donna went on talking. “The gravitational force only acts on your original mass, the one of this world. It’s only when you ‘move’ that the additional inertia comes about. This is because the extra energy that you use comes solely from the other world. But this world wouldn’t influence the parallel one. It’s as if your additional strength came from within you as you move.”
With Donna’s elucidation, Diana remembered her first fight against Ares around 200 B.C., where he had delivered her a powerful punch in her abdomen from a high cliff, careening her down to the ground below it, which was broken down into chunks of rock after the stormy impact, while she kept the integrity of her body, mildly harmed with the force of the strike. She thought that had she had more mass, then the gravitational force would have acted upon her, and would have had killed her almost surely with the powerful thuds. She found herself now in an endeavor of reconstructing her own biography with this new knowledge.
“So, gravity wouldn’t interact with my additional inertia? Diana asked.
“Exactly!” Donna answered, amused. “The inertia to be added would be coming within you, as I said.”
“Wow!” Diana exclaimed to herself, still processing in her mind the news of her own nature.
“Therefore,” this time, Doctor Montfort took the floor. “The speed of your immune system also increases. Your hemostasis process also speeds up, which is why you heal your wounds faster. You name it.”
“And, what about my Lasso of Truth?” Diana asked, taking up the tip of the golden cord. “I mean, I would deduce from this information how my shield, sword and bracelets would be working. But the Lasso still seems a mystery for me.”
“Would you like to find out? If you don’t mind, we can put the Lasso into the Dome and see what results are retrieved,” Donna suggested recklessly.
“I don’t know, Donna.” Diana hesitated. “Being in contact with that world might be dangerous. What if one of the evil gods wants to come up to this one? Or, instead of themselves coming over, perhaps insufflate life upon something or someone for their purposes.” Diana was still doubtful.
“Sure, don’t worry. It would be just to fulfill your own curiosity,” Donna stated.
Diana mulled over the possibility of finding out how her lasso acted as it did, and thought about different possibilities. The gods could make an entrance to this world anyway out of their own will. But could the real danger come from the lab itself? Would this give an excuse to the evil gods to come? Anyhow what had all those questions to do with her Lasso?
“Okay, I agree. Let’s put the Lasso into the Dome,” Diana stated.
“Are you sure?” Donna inquired, bewildered. “I mean, are you aware of any risk, from your permanent interaction with that world? Sorry for changing my mind, but when I saw you hesitant I assumed I myself became overly thrilled.”
“There are risks, but anything related to the Lasso can only implicate me,” Diana assured.
“In that case, I should say: No. I don’t want to take responsibility for anything happening to you,” Donna said firmly.
“I’ll take it all! Neither of you should take responsibility for my decisions. I want to know how my Lasso works.”
“Diana,” Doctor Montfort mingled in. “As we advance further into our research, we’ll have a completely trained IA robot that might deduce how it works by looking at it. Just wait a couple of years for the training to be completed and —“
But Diana brought to her mind the future threats coming to the world, prophesized long ago by the Delphos oracle, and that have not yet been fulfilled. Those prophesies were visually blurry about the possibility of her victory, as she could only see herself entering a dark cloud full of destruction. Perhaps knowing more about herself could work in her favor, she thought.
“I want to know. It’s better to know now than later,” Diana affirmed, handing over the coiled rope to Donna. “Please!” she pleaded, softly, looking into Donna’s eyes.
“Okay, I will,” Donna concurred.
“What?” Doctor Montfort reacted alarmingly. He leaned over Donna, grabbing the Lasso, seeming worried.
Donna looked over at Montfort. “If Diana wants to do it then we should proceed. She has fought terrible dangers beyond our imagination. Destructive forces not of today or yesterday, but from a time going back to the invention of scripture,” she said firmly, pulling back the Lasso. “And if she wants to know, is because she’s thinking about our safety, not herself."
Both scientists looked at each other, opposing viewpoints revealed from their facial expressions, but the doctor finally conceded, releasing the rope.
“I won’t take part of this,” he claimed. “It’s dangerous!”
“The danger is on Diana’s shoulders. You heard her words,” Donna countered.
Montfort turned angry and retired from the room without excusing himself, and before slamming the door closed, stated, “I want a full report of this!”
With the tension still lingering in the air, Donna, with quivering hands, uncoiled the Lasso on the translation lane that would take it to the interior of the Dome. Troy switched on the system that put the gears and the sensors at work. Diana looked at the process earnestly, also unsettled about the possible result the app would bring afterward. Once the full rope was set down, Donna released it and the Lasso slowly entered the Dome, gleaming gold immediately, as if acting on providing a ‘truth’. The images on the Screen appeared, with the correlation results along with their statistical P-values.
As the application processed the data, Donna moved to another topic of conversation to soften the stress from the confrontation with her boss.
“You know, Diana hadn’t I become a scientist I would have loved to be in the MMA.” She commented while looking at the data as it was being retrieved in a matrix.
“Really! How come that it was your second option?” Wonder Woman asked intently.
“Well, long story. But since I was a child my parents took me to self-defense classes, like kick-boxing, mainly…” Donna trailed off. She looked at the screen and a certain fright took hold of her.
“What’s that?” she asked aloud for herself.
“What’s what?” Diana approached Donna fretfully.
“An anthropomorphic image popped up as if hammering something with its arms… weird… very weird,” Donna stated disconcerted. “I hadn’t seen something like this before.”
“It might be the case that the gods are aware of the Lasso entering the other world…” Diana speculated without paying much attention to her thoughts. “What are the results of the app?”
“Well, your Lasso is capable of detecting different and conflicting sets of frequencies from different ‘stories’, increasing in this way a heat reaction that grows up as the ‘lies’ produce more and more molecules interacting with the Lasso. That’s why it will burn the body of anyone lying, and the only way of reducing the pain is by saying the ‘truth’.”
“It’s interesting, but not very revealing,” Diana commented, disappointed.
“We’re still in diapers with this kind of experiment. Your Lasso is a peculiar instrument though,” Donna concluded and switched on the translation lane again to take the Lasso out of the Dome.
As it was coming out, Diana got shocked and gasped loudly when she looked at it. Donna turned and she grew immediately disturbed by what she saw.
“This can’t be true!” Donna said hysterically. “I can’t believe your Lasso was cut in half!”
“Can I see the anthropomorphic shape you saw in your screen?” Diana requested, losing her quietness.
They both huddled over the computer. Donna retrieved the images as Diana was heaving her chest rapidly and panting aloud.
“It’s Deva!” Diana exclaimed, stunned.
“Who’s Deva?” Donna wondered.
“It’s — like me — but born from Chronos…” Diana grew restless and looked over the place. “This room is only one-fourth of the circle. What are you doing in the other three sections?” she asked hurriedly.
Donna noted the urgency in Diana’s expression and heedlessly answered, feeling restless too.
“In the one right next to this, Montfort is doing experiments with animals. He brought two dissected cheetahs, one female and other male. In the following room doctor, Chang Tzu is working on a classified project of his own. And in the last one, Doctor Edgar Cizko is working on occultist rituals and objects of witchcraft…” Donna trailed off, and with wary eyes fixed on Diana, she asked disturbingly, “Do you think some of those experiments might be dangerous?”
“All of them are dangerous —“ Diana halted when an alarm rang intermittently and red bulbs alternated its luminescence. Electronic voices from loudspeakers attached high to the walls gave safety instructions, and filled up the room with their noise.
Then Doctor Montfort bolted in after banging the door open.
“Diana, please help me! Please! The Cheetahs! They are coming AFTER ME!” shouted the doctor, terrified.
Growls and hoarse hisses came in from the small alley, with heavy throbs that were becoming louder as they echoed in the room. The metallic enclosure of the alley dented with every thudding sound and Diana braced herself. She unsheathed her sword and brought her shield forward.
The two corpulent feline creatures surged from the entrance speedily; the male had darker fur than the female, both snarling at Diana when they squared their eyes upon her. The Amazon jumped up wielding her sword against the female — that had appeared first in the room — but it moved out to the right incredibly fast, as the male feline kicked Diana’s side, immediately pushing Diana with great force against the brass wall, which concaved with her silhouette after the resounding clash of her body. Diana moaned with pain, a pain she had not felt long ago, almost paralyzing. But she, enduring the effect of the hit, propped with one leg against the male, but the female crashed her down from a high bolting spring, smashing Wonder Woman to the ground, hollowing it, and the animal pinned Diana down with the strength of her towering legs.
The Cheetah rose her left foot and lashed it against Diana’s back, making her scream in a mounting agony whit each thundering stomp that dragged the air out of her lungs. With Diana almost dazed and having released her shield and sword involuntarily, the female Cheetah gripped Wonder Woman’s hair and pulled her up to her feet. Then with both of her arms she clutched Diana’s shoulders to cling Diana against its chest, exposing her front to any attack.
“It’s your turn,” commanded the female cheetah to her male companion.
While Montfort remained hidden, Donna looked in horror at how the male obeyed, so she pondered her options to help Wonder Woman. Unfortunately, the felines were faster in their movements than she was in her thoughts. The male expanded his sharp nails, extending his arms outward, and gave a strong diagonal strike against Diana, ripping her uniform in five parallel lines. The claws lacerated her skin, scratching deep down. Her blood splashed and trickled down, soaking her suit. She screamed with the burn that expanded all over her flesh. Then another five-nailed strike made its way from the opposite direction, stronger, more damaging, making her screech with the growing torment.
Suddenly a group of ten armed guards made their way into the lab’s section and shot against the pair of Cheetahs, who released Wonder Woman in the instant. The animals bounced across the place and with diabolic speed their sharp nails slit the throats of the uniformed men, dodging the bullets aimed at them, one by one as they were lined up from side to side. The bloody hustle allowed Diana to pick up her sword and shield, and although hurt, she wheeled around with the shield up. It chimed with a flying kick’s impact from the male feline, her soles slid back with the slippery floor, wet with blood, and the force made her collide with the wall.
Wonder Woman, while protecting herself with her aegis, clanging with the strikes from both Cheetahs, used her quick sight to look around and wondered where Donna could have gone, as she could only spot Doctor Montfort still trembling below a desk.
Aware that her arm panged with the force of the pounds connecting with her circled cover, Diana shrieked and lashed her sword against the female; it ducked back and roundhouse kicked the flat of the weapon, dropping it out of the Amazon’s hand, and landing on the ground. Diana squealed, and then, with a grunt, she unleashed her Lasso against the female big cat while still enduring the male’s hits on her shield. The golden rope successfully coiled and gleamed around the female Cheetah’s torso, though the snarling beast managed to pull in the Lasso with her strong limbs, making Diana slide helplessly and slowly toward the salivating and hungry animal, and the truth of the terrifying Cheetah’s ancient genealogy came to Wonder Woman’s mind in the swift of a thought that chilled her blood-soaked skin.
… Will continue in Part 2.
What to expect:
* The superheroines always use skimpy suits (I just can't imagine a super heroine using much clothing)
* Lots of blood and violence.
* The superheroines face long perilous struggles, and although they will end up winning the war, they will be defeated in several bloody battles, perhaps to an inch of being killed.
* The superheoines side kicks, be it human or superhumans, will also use skimpy suits.
What NOT to expect:
* Sex violence.
* Groping or sexual harrasment .
* Nudity.
Hope you enjoy it!
This is my first contribution to the forum, so please leave your comments.
Part 1
The Large Hadron Collider X’s director steered Wonder Woman to the magnetic lift, that led them down to the immense laboratory, located deep underground for safety — and secrecy — reasons. She was wearing her suit, consisting of navy-blue briefs, over which the silvered symbol of an eagle clutching a hare brightened at the front, while the red corset with the golden eagle studded across the surface of the dark-red fabric at the chest height revealed a discrete décolletage. The shield hung on her back, and the sword remained kept inside its scabbard, fastened from her golden belt at the left flank, while Diana’s red boots, tiara, and shiny metallic bracelets shimmered with the lab’s lights reflected on them, making her bare and muscled thighs and toned arms outstand beautifully. Her golden lasso gleamed while hanging at her hip’s right.
After they stepped out of the lift, both passed the narrow alley’s entrance, and the sixty years old director, Dr. Montfort, who was wearing a cotton white coat, proceeded to introduce her to the prominent scientists that were working on the most recent discoveries. As Montfort had told her, those new results would finally reveal how her Golden Lasso really functioned, besides providing an explanation of the main physical source of her strength and self-healing power. This last one became particularly interesting for Diana within the last few days, since the most modern weapons fired faster and faster bullets as time passed concurrent with the improvement of ballistic technology, and it was becoming more often for some projectiles to make their way through her flesh, traversing it after the speed of her arms would fail to deflect them with the collision of her bracelets, especially when she was attacked from multiple angles. Diana would bleed when hit, but she’d be healed completely within few hours.
“Diana, this is Chang Tzu. Chang, this is Diana,” Montfort introduced the first scientist on sight, who was extremely focused playing with kids’ toys from a ‘farm’ package.
“It’s my pleasure!” Chang said excitedly, wheeling his chair and giggling. “Diana! What was first, the egg or the chicken? He asked, raising alternatingly his ‘farm’ toys held in each of his hands, an egg and a chicken, laughing uncontrollably while looking at her fixedly.
“I’ve lived for thousands of years and I’ve never figured it out!” Diana said amusingly, with a tender smile.
“Don’t listen to him,” Montfort said, taking Wonder Woman away from the mad scientist. “Chang Tzu is a great researcher. A genius! But he’s a little detached from the real world. Hadn’t it been for him, this lab wouldn’t have been possible, although we try to keep him apart into the back-office… way back-office,” he commented with a mocking tone.
Then they entered another room, larger — one fourth of a circular enclosure — and with lamps attached to a high ceiling from where the light drained over the place. The walls and floor gleamed to the metallic materials that composed them. In the middle of the room, there was a blue-greenish luminescence enclosed in a dome of translucent glass, out of which several tubes and circuits communicated to other circuits leading to computation ‘boxes’. The person in charge of that lab area was also there.
“This is Donna Troy, the Project Manager of this section of the Hadron Collider,” said Montfort, feeling comfortable for finding her occupied — he had thought she was already on her flight; however, her luggage was set at her side. She was seated on a chair, looking at a screen.
Donna, in her late twenties, and from who it could be appreciated that she had managed to quell long ago her natural leanings toward nerdiness at her appearance, turned immediately to Wonder Woman eagerly. The leatherette dark red knee-high-boots, below the rim of her short pleated white skirt, and some equally hued long gloves, gave Donna an elegant look despite the white coat almost covering it all. The hairstyle of her wavy and sleek black hair, similar to Diana’s, created an illustrious distinction to her white face and light brown eyes.
“Diana! It’s a great pleasure to meet you!” After jumping up from her chair, Donna approached speedily and hugged Wonder Woman. “I knew it’d be a sign of good luck when I was advised my flight was delayed!” She released Diana from her clutch and went on talking. “I’ve been a great fan of you since I was a child! I don’t have words to describe my surprise! And your fashion designs are my favorite! Actually, later today I’m going for vacations and most of my luggage comes from your store. Since I’m going to the beach, they are basically bikinis, hot-pants, crop tops, you know!”
“Great! It’s a great pleasure to meet you too! And it’s good to know that you’re going for a well-deserved trip, Donna!” Diana replied with joy, rubbing Donna’s arm. “Where are you going, if you don’t mind saying?”
“I’m going to Cancun! My friends are already there and are waiting for me. I’m going to tell them that I met Wonder Woman at last! It’s forbidden to take photos in here. But can we arrange some time for one picture please, somewhere public? ” Donna asked mirthfully, hopping slightly in amusement.
“Yes, I can give you my phone number!” Diana suggested.
Then Donna drew closer to Diana. “Let me tell you that I’m wearing below my clothes the sky-blue swimsuit of hipster-bottoms and the bandeau-top! The two golden WWs prints look…”
Doctor Montfort cut off. “Donna, I think Diana is in a little hurry and we should walk her through the results obtained so far. You know she’s been quite critical of this LHC construction,” he pointed out, teasing at Wonder Woman.
“Doctor, I don’t think it’s wrong to work on these advanced investigations. Actually, I don’t think there’s any greatest adventure than to explore the mysteries of the Universe. But, at the same time, I believe taxpayers’ money spent for setting this up could’ve been used for something more important for them. That’s all,” Diana clarified.
“Yes – well —“, Donna begun anxiously. “What we’ve achieved here — just to give you a contrast to other LHCs around the world — is that we’ve steadied the flow of hadron collisions, whereas in the other labs the collision of hadrons goes on in an experimental basis, so they’ve not been able yet to set up a constant flow of collisions.” Donna dragged air in to calm her nervousness. Then she exhaled and began to talk again. “These experiments brought some interesting results, as the configuration of a parallel world began to reveal itself, which in fact participates actively with ours… and particularly with someone like you… perhaps it’s what we’d call the Divine or Spiritual world.”
“That’s — that’s — I don’t know what to say. What do you mean by the ‘Spiritual’ world?” A strong pang of dread filled up Diana’s chest — although she was overly skeptic and rose her hand inadvertently right below her chin. “It’s just awesome what you’ve done here! But how did you find it out? I’d really like to know!” She pledged excitedly, approaching Donna.
“Let me show you. It’s better if you come over to the screen,” Troy suggested, and they neared the computer screen set on the desk. Montfort followed them, staying behind.
When they all sat down with linen chairs they had pulled from neighboring and empty desks, Donna leaned over and tilted the flat screen slightly to let everybody look at it. She started the app for processing the data retrieved from the high-tech sensors connected to the Collision Dome, as it was conventionally called, and several images began to appear on the screen after she typed specific commands.
“This is a graphic representation of the wave frequencies emitted by the atoms that conform to each of the objects we put inside the Collision Dome. Giving a quick introduction, we all understand that every object, from the superposing frequencies of the atoms composing it, has a resultant frequency — which is just the vectorial addition of the individual atomic frequencies — which ends up re-leveling a unique and specific frequency to the object in question, do you follow me so far?”
Diana nodded with unmoved attention.
“Well, if we introduce this stone into the Dome, which I chose for these experiments,” she begun to explain, picking up a pebble at the side of her computer, “then its resultant frequency will interact with the excited quantum fields from the hadrons colliding continuously. This interaction reveals a parallel shape formed with these same excited quantum fields and…” She started to applaud and giggle with joy as Diana and Montfort looked at the shapes being formed in the computer screen, where shadowy shapes seemed to wrap up the original figure. “This is when the thrilling thing comes! Once the stone interacts with it, the parallel object provides additional inertia to the original one. How did we know that? Well, it began to register a gain in momentum when thrown; beyond the momentum of the same stone before interacting with the quantum fields inside the Dome! And once it came out, we noticed that it was actually keeping its additional momentum, not coming from the stone itself, but rather — by the principle of Conservation of Energy — from the other parallel world!”
“Whoa!” Diana marveled with her explanation. “Are you saying that after the interaction with this field, the object ends up interacting with this other world permanently?”
“I’m not sure if ‘permanently’. But yes, at least for a length of time! I wouldn’t know yet of the existence of any decaying phenomenon occurring to the objects under experiment. Donna, still looking at the monitor, turned to Diana, “Isn’t this amazing! From this, we can hypothesize that you obtain your additional strength and speed from this parallelism! And this is just one result after three weeks since this lab entered into operation.” She wheeled her chair to get closer to Diana. “For example, your physical properties are normal, but when you fight certain provisions from the other world are given to you as you need them, isn’t it? Otherwise, your additional inertia would be manifesting permanently.”
“But when you talk about inertia, should I assume that I should weigh more?” Diana asked, still puzzled.
“No, this is something we discovered too,” Donna went on talking. “The gravitational force only acts on your original mass, the one of this world. It’s only when you ‘move’ that the additional inertia comes about. This is because the extra energy that you use comes solely from the other world. But this world wouldn’t influence the parallel one. It’s as if your additional strength came from within you as you move.”
With Donna’s elucidation, Diana remembered her first fight against Ares around 200 B.C., where he had delivered her a powerful punch in her abdomen from a high cliff, careening her down to the ground below it, which was broken down into chunks of rock after the stormy impact, while she kept the integrity of her body, mildly harmed with the force of the strike. She thought that had she had more mass, then the gravitational force would have acted upon her, and would have had killed her almost surely with the powerful thuds. She found herself now in an endeavor of reconstructing her own biography with this new knowledge.
“So, gravity wouldn’t interact with my additional inertia? Diana asked.
“Exactly!” Donna answered, amused. “The inertia to be added would be coming within you, as I said.”
“Wow!” Diana exclaimed to herself, still processing in her mind the news of her own nature.
“Therefore,” this time, Doctor Montfort took the floor. “The speed of your immune system also increases. Your hemostasis process also speeds up, which is why you heal your wounds faster. You name it.”
“And, what about my Lasso of Truth?” Diana asked, taking up the tip of the golden cord. “I mean, I would deduce from this information how my shield, sword and bracelets would be working. But the Lasso still seems a mystery for me.”
“Would you like to find out? If you don’t mind, we can put the Lasso into the Dome and see what results are retrieved,” Donna suggested recklessly.
“I don’t know, Donna.” Diana hesitated. “Being in contact with that world might be dangerous. What if one of the evil gods wants to come up to this one? Or, instead of themselves coming over, perhaps insufflate life upon something or someone for their purposes.” Diana was still doubtful.
“Sure, don’t worry. It would be just to fulfill your own curiosity,” Donna stated.
Diana mulled over the possibility of finding out how her lasso acted as it did, and thought about different possibilities. The gods could make an entrance to this world anyway out of their own will. But could the real danger come from the lab itself? Would this give an excuse to the evil gods to come? Anyhow what had all those questions to do with her Lasso?
“Okay, I agree. Let’s put the Lasso into the Dome,” Diana stated.
“Are you sure?” Donna inquired, bewildered. “I mean, are you aware of any risk, from your permanent interaction with that world? Sorry for changing my mind, but when I saw you hesitant I assumed I myself became overly thrilled.”
“There are risks, but anything related to the Lasso can only implicate me,” Diana assured.
“In that case, I should say: No. I don’t want to take responsibility for anything happening to you,” Donna said firmly.
“I’ll take it all! Neither of you should take responsibility for my decisions. I want to know how my Lasso works.”
“Diana,” Doctor Montfort mingled in. “As we advance further into our research, we’ll have a completely trained IA robot that might deduce how it works by looking at it. Just wait a couple of years for the training to be completed and —“
But Diana brought to her mind the future threats coming to the world, prophesized long ago by the Delphos oracle, and that have not yet been fulfilled. Those prophesies were visually blurry about the possibility of her victory, as she could only see herself entering a dark cloud full of destruction. Perhaps knowing more about herself could work in her favor, she thought.
“I want to know. It’s better to know now than later,” Diana affirmed, handing over the coiled rope to Donna. “Please!” she pleaded, softly, looking into Donna’s eyes.
“Okay, I will,” Donna concurred.
“What?” Doctor Montfort reacted alarmingly. He leaned over Donna, grabbing the Lasso, seeming worried.
Donna looked over at Montfort. “If Diana wants to do it then we should proceed. She has fought terrible dangers beyond our imagination. Destructive forces not of today or yesterday, but from a time going back to the invention of scripture,” she said firmly, pulling back the Lasso. “And if she wants to know, is because she’s thinking about our safety, not herself."
Both scientists looked at each other, opposing viewpoints revealed from their facial expressions, but the doctor finally conceded, releasing the rope.
“I won’t take part of this,” he claimed. “It’s dangerous!”
“The danger is on Diana’s shoulders. You heard her words,” Donna countered.
Montfort turned angry and retired from the room without excusing himself, and before slamming the door closed, stated, “I want a full report of this!”
With the tension still lingering in the air, Donna, with quivering hands, uncoiled the Lasso on the translation lane that would take it to the interior of the Dome. Troy switched on the system that put the gears and the sensors at work. Diana looked at the process earnestly, also unsettled about the possible result the app would bring afterward. Once the full rope was set down, Donna released it and the Lasso slowly entered the Dome, gleaming gold immediately, as if acting on providing a ‘truth’. The images on the Screen appeared, with the correlation results along with their statistical P-values.
As the application processed the data, Donna moved to another topic of conversation to soften the stress from the confrontation with her boss.
“You know, Diana hadn’t I become a scientist I would have loved to be in the MMA.” She commented while looking at the data as it was being retrieved in a matrix.
“Really! How come that it was your second option?” Wonder Woman asked intently.
“Well, long story. But since I was a child my parents took me to self-defense classes, like kick-boxing, mainly…” Donna trailed off. She looked at the screen and a certain fright took hold of her.
“What’s that?” she asked aloud for herself.
“What’s what?” Diana approached Donna fretfully.
“An anthropomorphic image popped up as if hammering something with its arms… weird… very weird,” Donna stated disconcerted. “I hadn’t seen something like this before.”
“It might be the case that the gods are aware of the Lasso entering the other world…” Diana speculated without paying much attention to her thoughts. “What are the results of the app?”
“Well, your Lasso is capable of detecting different and conflicting sets of frequencies from different ‘stories’, increasing in this way a heat reaction that grows up as the ‘lies’ produce more and more molecules interacting with the Lasso. That’s why it will burn the body of anyone lying, and the only way of reducing the pain is by saying the ‘truth’.”
“It’s interesting, but not very revealing,” Diana commented, disappointed.
“We’re still in diapers with this kind of experiment. Your Lasso is a peculiar instrument though,” Donna concluded and switched on the translation lane again to take the Lasso out of the Dome.
As it was coming out, Diana got shocked and gasped loudly when she looked at it. Donna turned and she grew immediately disturbed by what she saw.
“This can’t be true!” Donna said hysterically. “I can’t believe your Lasso was cut in half!”
“Can I see the anthropomorphic shape you saw in your screen?” Diana requested, losing her quietness.
They both huddled over the computer. Donna retrieved the images as Diana was heaving her chest rapidly and panting aloud.
“It’s Deva!” Diana exclaimed, stunned.
“Who’s Deva?” Donna wondered.
“It’s — like me — but born from Chronos…” Diana grew restless and looked over the place. “This room is only one-fourth of the circle. What are you doing in the other three sections?” she asked hurriedly.
Donna noted the urgency in Diana’s expression and heedlessly answered, feeling restless too.
“In the one right next to this, Montfort is doing experiments with animals. He brought two dissected cheetahs, one female and other male. In the following room doctor, Chang Tzu is working on a classified project of his own. And in the last one, Doctor Edgar Cizko is working on occultist rituals and objects of witchcraft…” Donna trailed off, and with wary eyes fixed on Diana, she asked disturbingly, “Do you think some of those experiments might be dangerous?”
“All of them are dangerous —“ Diana halted when an alarm rang intermittently and red bulbs alternated its luminescence. Electronic voices from loudspeakers attached high to the walls gave safety instructions, and filled up the room with their noise.
Then Doctor Montfort bolted in after banging the door open.
“Diana, please help me! Please! The Cheetahs! They are coming AFTER ME!” shouted the doctor, terrified.
Growls and hoarse hisses came in from the small alley, with heavy throbs that were becoming louder as they echoed in the room. The metallic enclosure of the alley dented with every thudding sound and Diana braced herself. She unsheathed her sword and brought her shield forward.
The two corpulent feline creatures surged from the entrance speedily; the male had darker fur than the female, both snarling at Diana when they squared their eyes upon her. The Amazon jumped up wielding her sword against the female — that had appeared first in the room — but it moved out to the right incredibly fast, as the male feline kicked Diana’s side, immediately pushing Diana with great force against the brass wall, which concaved with her silhouette after the resounding clash of her body. Diana moaned with pain, a pain she had not felt long ago, almost paralyzing. But she, enduring the effect of the hit, propped with one leg against the male, but the female crashed her down from a high bolting spring, smashing Wonder Woman to the ground, hollowing it, and the animal pinned Diana down with the strength of her towering legs.
The Cheetah rose her left foot and lashed it against Diana’s back, making her scream in a mounting agony whit each thundering stomp that dragged the air out of her lungs. With Diana almost dazed and having released her shield and sword involuntarily, the female Cheetah gripped Wonder Woman’s hair and pulled her up to her feet. Then with both of her arms she clutched Diana’s shoulders to cling Diana against its chest, exposing her front to any attack.
“It’s your turn,” commanded the female cheetah to her male companion.
While Montfort remained hidden, Donna looked in horror at how the male obeyed, so she pondered her options to help Wonder Woman. Unfortunately, the felines were faster in their movements than she was in her thoughts. The male expanded his sharp nails, extending his arms outward, and gave a strong diagonal strike against Diana, ripping her uniform in five parallel lines. The claws lacerated her skin, scratching deep down. Her blood splashed and trickled down, soaking her suit. She screamed with the burn that expanded all over her flesh. Then another five-nailed strike made its way from the opposite direction, stronger, more damaging, making her screech with the growing torment.
Suddenly a group of ten armed guards made their way into the lab’s section and shot against the pair of Cheetahs, who released Wonder Woman in the instant. The animals bounced across the place and with diabolic speed their sharp nails slit the throats of the uniformed men, dodging the bullets aimed at them, one by one as they were lined up from side to side. The bloody hustle allowed Diana to pick up her sword and shield, and although hurt, she wheeled around with the shield up. It chimed with a flying kick’s impact from the male feline, her soles slid back with the slippery floor, wet with blood, and the force made her collide with the wall.
Wonder Woman, while protecting herself with her aegis, clanging with the strikes from both Cheetahs, used her quick sight to look around and wondered where Donna could have gone, as she could only spot Doctor Montfort still trembling below a desk.
Aware that her arm panged with the force of the pounds connecting with her circled cover, Diana shrieked and lashed her sword against the female; it ducked back and roundhouse kicked the flat of the weapon, dropping it out of the Amazon’s hand, and landing on the ground. Diana squealed, and then, with a grunt, she unleashed her Lasso against the female big cat while still enduring the male’s hits on her shield. The golden rope successfully coiled and gleamed around the female Cheetah’s torso, though the snarling beast managed to pull in the Lasso with her strong limbs, making Diana slide helplessly and slowly toward the salivating and hungry animal, and the truth of the terrifying Cheetah’s ancient genealogy came to Wonder Woman’s mind in the swift of a thought that chilled her blood-soaked skin.
… Will continue in Part 2.