<strong>Paradox (NYC)</strong><br/><br/>"<strong>Dial 911?</strong>" he asks, seeming confused at first. The answer comes quick though as he checks something in his head.<br/><br/>"<strong>Right, Emergency Lines. A bit low tech but a solution I suppose.</strong>" he corrects, negating the question.<br/><br/>"<strong>So, here you are- right at the beginning of metahumanity. I have to admit I never was that much into movies and television but your later work I really liked. But I'm getting ahead of myself.<br/><br/>J7. Just the letter and number. If we're going by the tradition of nicknames among metahumans then I'd be Paradox. I'd like a few minutes of your time. Could you perhaps have one of your assistants bring in a few more computers, laptops, or the like. I need to show you something.</strong>" he asks politely, trying to tell all the computers in the room to turn on and get ready for some Network tasks.