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Earth-55
S.T.A.R. Labs Underground Conference Hall | Jan 4, 2010; 1:20 P.M.
Raj nodded and raised one hand. A luminous lattice of golden light erupted from his fingertips, expanding outward to encircle the holographic Earth.
"I've used my Equation Insight to read the metaphysical laws governing this reality," he explained as the display shifted, revealing mathematical formulas and patterns.
The luminous display changed again, showing billions of tiny lights trapped within Earth's boundaries.
"With Spiritual Sight, I've tracked soul flow across the planet," Raj continued. "And finally, using Life Resonance Ping—a custom power I developed to detect cosmic field tethers—I've confirmed my suspicions."
He lowered his hand, and the display contracted back into his palm.
"This world is severed," he said quietly. "Not just diseased—disconnected. Death can't touch this Earth anymore."
Zatanna gasped. "You were sent by Death of the Endless, weren't you? That's why you came here first." Her eyes widened. "There's no transition happening. No collection of souls."
Raj nodded grimly. "The souls of the deceased can't move on. They're shackled to this plane—trapped in Anti-Life stasis." He gestured toward the hologram. "This isn't a world that's dying. It's a world that's stuck."
Jonathan frowned, his father's famous forehead crease appearing between his brows. "I thought some Earths naturally contained Anti-Life. That's what the Green Lantern Corps theorized."
"That's true for some worlds," Raj confirmed. "Earth-1 especially—where the Entity of Life slumbers beneath the surface, neutralizing the Anti-Life at the planet's core."
He moved closer to the hologram, pointing at the planet's core. "But not here. This Earth never had the Life Entity inside it. This world was poisoned—by the virus."
"So, it was whole once," Kyle said, leaning forward.
"Yes," Raj said softly. "Now it's hollow."
Raj's eyes briefly flashed with golden light. Everyone watched as he seemed to search through some internal database.
"When I came to this Multiverse," he explained, tapping his temple, "knowledge leaked into existence. A lot of it ended up here—filed away in pieces I still can't access fully."
Bart leaned forward eagerly. "What kind of knowledge?"
"I've seen fragments of both equations: Anti-Life, which breaks the soul... and Life, which restores it." Raj turned to Zatanna and Victor. "I can't rewrite reality alone. I need your help to finish the Life Equation."
Victor nodded. "My father studied the Mother Box technologies for decades. Their code contains fragments of both equations."
Zatanna added, "And I have access to Dr. Fate's journals. He documented his encounters with fundamental forces."
"This world is unhealable in its current state," Raj continued. "But I can still go back—to the beginning."
"Time travel?" Jonathan asked skeptically. "Barry Allen nearly destroyed reality trying that."
"Not exactly," Raj replied. "The plan is to intercept the virus before it hits critical spread. Not just destroy it—but integrate a modulated strain of the Life Equation into its programming."
Kyle frowned. "You don't mean to kill it?"
Raj shook his head. "It won't kill the Anti-Life. It'll balance it. Force it into a closed loop—a harmless conceptual echo."
Damian's eyes narrowed. "And what else will you change while you're there?"
"Nothing else," Raj assured him. "I'm not planning to change events beyond that specific intervention. Only prevent this runaway reality collapse."
The room fell silent as Raj turned slowly to Lizzie Prince. Everyone else instinctively looked away.
"Lizzie..." Raj began gently. "This world gave you life. Not by design—but consequence. You might not exist in a reset."
Lizzie's knuckles whitened as she gripped the edge of the table. "So, what? I just nod and die for the rest of you?"
"No," Raj said firmly. "I'm telling you the cost. And letting you choose whether we pay it. All those born after the virus may be unborn and not exist and that's the price to pay."
She didn't respond immediately. The weight of the choice was unbearable—her existence against a world's salvation.
"How long do I have to decide?" she finally asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"As long as you need," Raj replied.
The tension shifted as Raj turned toward Kiran, his expression conflicted.
"There's something else everyone should know," Raj said carefully. "You're not just from another timeline, Kiran. You're from an earlier iteration of the multiverse. Pre-Flashpoint. Pre-Rebirth."
The room froze.
Zatanna stared in disbelief. "That's... not possible. Nobody survives cosmic reboots intact."
"She's a quasi-anomaly," Raj explained. "She shouldn't have survived the last cosmological reboot. But she did. And her soul's out of sync because it remembers too much."
Kiran's light flickered wildly. Bart moved to her side, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"Flashpoint wasn't just a reset," Raj continued. "It was a brute-force overwrite. Barry Allen saved his mother—and ruptured the foundational history of the multiverse."
"Timelines were rewritten. Events un-happened. Kiran's entire team—her friends—ceased to exist. She remembers a world where Wally was the lead Flash, where Raven was still whole, where Kid Devil lived."
Kiran's voice, when she finally spoke, was barely audible. "And every time reality shifts again... I feel like I'm being erased all over again."
Kyle's ring flared brightly. "That explains the bizarre readings."
"And why the Anti-Life seems to ignore her," Victor added. "She's operating on a different wavelength of existence."
Raj stepped back from the table; hands spread wide. "This isn't a race. I've anchored the timeline around the outbreak point—stabilized a safe window. So long as no one triggers a paradox, we're not on a countdown. I'll give you all time to decide—individually, collectively."
He looked around the room. "You'll reach out to those not here. Everyone gets a say. This isn't my world to rewrite. It's ours."
"This is the closest thing to democracy we've had in years," Damian observed dryly.
Jonathan nodded slowly. "Hope, not control. My father would've agreed with this approach."
"Can we vote... as families?" Bart asked softly. "Or do we each decide alone?"
Raj considered this. "Both. All voices count. But I only go forward when you say yes."
The meeting broke up slowly, heroes dispersing in twos and threes.
Lizzie remained at the war table long after the others had gone, staring at the holographic Earth. Her existence against a world's salvation. An impossible choice.
In an alcove across the room, Kiran sat alone, her aura flickering unpredictably between gold and darkness.
Raj and Victor were the last to leave, pausing at the doorway.
"If this works," Raj whispered, "we give them back their future."
Victor's human eye reflected the dying light of the hologram. "If it doesn't... we don't get another shot."
The door slid shut behind them, leaving the holographic Earth pulsing alone in the darkness, counting down to either salvation or oblivion.
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