Upside down under the Bug's open fuselage, one hand holding a wrench, the onboard AI flagged a fluctuation in the guidance system that Ted had already noticed six seconds earlier and corrected four seconds after that, which was why he sighed and told it to log the issue anyway. -

Make notes all you want… “I don’t be know who the fuck you are!”

The Bug hovered over the river. The Blue Beetle leaned over the console, frowning at a diagnostic screen. “Okay,” Ted said. “We both know that this is not normal.” The console blinked. Ted pointed at it. “Exactly!” A small ping sounded on the perimeter scanner. Ted -