Posted on Wednesday 30 April 2008
JP1000 slipped quietly into the MiniMate Headquarters executive boardroom with Zit trailing along, as he often did, on his own agenda. The assembled Board of Directors and SMIRK researchers carried such an aura of power that JP1000’s skin tingled.
“Wonder Woman’s been taken down,” Bruce Wayne said, “and now the Human Torch — that’s family. Evil JP is cutting deep and twisting the knife.”
“So we take the battle to him. Now,” Admiral Adama growled.
“We’ve tried that before,” Prof. Xavier reminded them.
“Darkness begets more defeat,” Gandalf mumbled, then gestured at JP1000. “Our key has perhaps arrived.”
Suddenly the executive board focused on JP1000. “You wanted to see me, Admiral,” he said carefully.
Adama looked hard at JP1000. “I don’t like your kind,” he stated. “Artificial life, pretending to hold true MiniMate souls.”
JP1000 was stunned. “But aren’t we all manufact — ”
“You will not question our humanity!” Adama ordered.
The admiral approached JP1000, his gaze weighing judgment. “We need intel on the Overlord’s dungeons,” he said. “Prototype 401k’s memories are suspect. The fake Spidey’s information is hazy, like he wasn’t paying attention. But Dr. Banner tells me you carry an invulnerable data cache in your head. The Resistance needs to download your NVRAM.”
JP1000 looked at the assembled men of power, then shook his head once and stated, “No.”
The only sound was Six slowly applauding in his mind, which JP1000 tried to ignore. Zit shifted protectively towards him.
Peter Parker burst into the room. “Admiral Adama, your secret agent is here!” He announced.
“Parker!” Adama barked, “Must you loudly announce classified information?”
The apprentice nerd winced. “Sorry, sir, but Wizard World Philly is carrying a calendar of attacks drafted by the Overlord’s advisor!” Then he winced again.
“Plus an eyes-only roster of the next targets, and their assigned hit squads,” WW Philly added.
“Thank you, Philadelphia,” Prof. Xavier said, “we know the risk you take by bringing us this information.”
“Mr. Parker, get copies of these into the underground distribution,” Adama directed as he and Bruce Wayne scanned the case’s contents.
WW Philly stepped away and looked around the room. He saw Zit, smiled and said, “Morning, Bomber.”
The fake Da Bomb #90 did not recognize WW Philly and no response protocols were triggered, so Zit simply waited.
WW Philly watched Zit suspiciously. “I said, ‘Morning, Bomber’.” Still no response. “This is no Bomber Mate!” WW Philly shouted. “He’s an imposter!”
“Aids!” Adama called out, “Arrest that MiniMate as a traitor to the Resistance.”
“Hey, wait!” JP1000 protested, “Zit helped me when — ,” but he was knocked aside by two burly research assistants who roughly cuffed the fake Bomber Mate. Zit’s only resistance was an cold, unbroken stare at Admiral Adama.






















