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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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"That's really nice to know," Babs admits. "That'll be a big help."

"You're welcome," she says. "Can't track your signal either but I'm getting the feeling that's intentional. Give me your location and I'll drop by, you can check the TARDIS out yourself."

Barbara's grin is broad. "Kansas. A farm near a town called, of all things, 'Smallville'."

"Smallville?"

There's a pause, and then a chuckle.

"This world just gets more and more amusing. Any good landmarks to find you by?"

"Unfortunately not," Barbara sighs. "It's Kansas after all."

If she could see, there would be eyeballs rolling. Well, there are, but they're not particularly audible.

"Oh well. I'll get on it."

"It's the oddest collection of buildings in Kansas if that helps?"

"Does actually. I'll get an aerial shot around Smallville and track you down that way."

She manages to say 'Smallville' without actually laughing, but it's a close thing.

"Let me know when you get here and I'll scrounge up a welcoming committee."

"Will do," she says. "Well, I'd better get looking for you. Over and out."

"See you when you get here," Barbara laughs. "Safe travels."

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