BATMAN
THE FORTNITE SOLUTION
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Emotions are like epigenetics. Even when your genes don't carry the information, they "remember" it. Not by literal data storage like a computer, but by the arrangement of parts, like a landscape affecting weather patterns. Like fractal software, it can solve for infinity from a single equation.
The Bat knew this because he wrote it. Because he remembered it in his muscles before he ever saw it with his eyes. And he learned to rely on it.
Scattered around him were his memories. Could he trust them? Real or not, that's what they were. Were real memories any more reliable? Could you swear you were the author of those thoughts, or were they just what you were taught to believe?
He wondered on this even as he ran through the brush, well aware, thanks to dutiful notes on the inside of his wrist, that he was running out of time. Always running out of time.
If only there was a faster way to "remember". If only you didn't lose your memories in the first place. Whole days had gone by when he hadn't even remembered the one he knew as "Cat". And they needed to work together.
How long had they been here? Days? Weeks? His notes seemed to think he had been here for months, and he had to assume so.
Perhaps if they could increase their resources. Their people. What they could accomplish could be multiplied, just as it was with Cat. But so far, it seemed, he had not been successful in finding any. Apparently, he and Cat were the only ones really trying to escape – all others had so far either been uncooperative, or wanted nothing but mindless destruction and death.
Perhaps if they simply captured one…
Ah. That's where he was heading, he anticipated himself.
And sure enough, when he saw it, he recognised it for what it was. A trap. He knew he had been studying emergences. Timing. A cycle that always repeated.