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Her recent conversation with 'The Innovator' convinced Babs that she had put off setting up a global broadcast system for far too long. She had gone on a caffeine binge shortly after and now, after a few days with almost no sleep, she's finished.

With a final few keystrokes her salvaged network of satellites and radio stations begin broadcasting her digitally masked voice: "This is Oracle broadcasting on and monitoring all available frequencies. If you are receiving this message, please respond."

The system loops the message and constantly monitors for responses. There may be pockets of survivors out there, and if so then she definitely wants to know about them.

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Barbara's eyebrows twitch, "Do you know any cute redheads with planes?" She doesn't think she's run into anyone with the ability to reverse-engineer her distortion algorithms.

Shows what she knows.

"Took a ride on one. Some bitchin systems, y'know, for the time period." He lays back in the gross where he is, staring up at the sky. "Could use some upgradin', course."

Barbara's eyebrows twitch some more. "Reeeally now?"

"Sure! Yer interface is so two thousand years ago darlin. I mean, you still use gigabytes." He chortles softly. "It's hilarious."

"Everyone's a critic," she rolls her eyes, but can't help but grin. "Besides, it gets the job done, doesn't it?"

"But it could get the job done so much better with a little upgrading."

He twitches his ears, setting up a better broadcast. "So, why you use the call sign Oracle?"

"Because I see everything," Barbara says a bit self-deprecatingly. "It just seemed to fit."

"And no one calls you Mother?" He laughs at his own joke.

Barbara doesn't laugh. She thinks the joke is lame.

"No. And don't you start."

"Yes ma'am!" Scratching at one of hie ears, a thought comes to him.n "You know, ain't only white hats what come through them bangs, right?"

"That's definitely true," Barbara agrees, thinking about Steph's spotty report regarding that 'Katara' girl.

"So, this broadcast that yer puttin' out, it ain't only white hats that are gonna hear it, trace it, or bamboozle you through it." A pause to scratch. "Think about it. If I had responded using a scared female voice," Cue him sounding like a young girl "'Please, please, I'm so scared here, you gotta get me away from these things' well, there ya go to the rescue, and I coulda just sat back with a bazooka and picked ya off as ya come outta the plane."

"And who says I'd send a plane for you?" Barbara grins suddenly. "I've got quite a bit more available these days."

Ear twitch. "Reeeeallly?" You've perked his interest. "Any flashy things?" He still hasn't gotten a chance to use the one he got way back when.

"Oh, a few," she answers vaguely.

"You, you, you tease!" He grumbles a bit. "Should probably head back to the farm then. My talents are wasted out here."

"And you want to tag along with me?" she smirks.

"Oh, I can get there on my own. After that, who knows?" He hauls himself to his feet, adjusting the broadcast a little bit, trying to find a more comfortable range for him. "Loathe as I am to leave this wonderful place."

"What? You're getting bored?"

"Not really. Some of the shit they got in this House I'm at is out of this world. Except not.Lots of old weapons."

"But I could cause some more chaos elsewhere."

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