HQ (Superhero Black Hole, part 125)

_That_ was the ceiling being not so much a ceiling, but rather a seemingly endless criss-crossing matrix of glowing blue circuits - or wires, or whatever - which occasionally sparked with flashes of blue light from deep within the depths of its structure.

It would have been pretty cool (in fact, it _was_ cool)...if it wasn't so goddamn weird and ever-so-slightly terrifying.

The second Zoe answered me. "It keeps us safe from unwelcome visitors."

"And _how_ does it do that, exactly?"

"Do you want me to get Al to answer that, so you can stand there for a multiple number of hours while he explains the mechanics and the physics of it all in meticulous detail? Or would you perhaps like to take my word for it?"

I glanced back at my Zoe. She knew what my answer would be.

"Option number two, please."

"Good choice," Zoe #2 said with a smirk.

Original Zoe piped up to ask an important question. "So, is this like a safe house, or something?"

Zoe #2 replied: "It's that...but it's also our very own headquarters."