As Monday rolled around, I was burning the midnight oil.

Scattered across my table is a graveyard of communications technology, several phones, a scroll and even a wireless radio earpiece are laying there cracked open even as I am hunched over a collection of PCBs with a pair of precision sautering tools.

The mass of ribbon connectors and chips slowly took shape, and eventually, it was ready to test.

I picked up the slab of silicon and poke at it, first letting the small screen come to life before splitting it apart to reveal a large pane and then finally engaging the holographic projector.

As the test video plays on each I keep an eye out for any defects.

Satisfied, I head out to the vault and grab a portal projector.

As the portals form, I check the network diagnostics for each phone and make a call to various automated hotlines to ensure that I hadn't screwed anything up while creating this patchwork monstrosity.

Still, everything seemed to be working.

As I returned to the room and started rearranging everything so that it would fit in the new casing I was putting together.

As the casing snaps together, I place it in a testing cradle to run the full set of automated diagnostics as I pull up some research material on my computer.

As I slowly update myself on the state fo the art on the DC and Marvel universes (Including some interesting advances in fusion technology that were allowing me to make my reactor that much more believable) I heard a knocking at my door.

I unlocked the door from my computer and turned around, finding a slightly tired Angela there. "Of are you doing, my angel?"

"I'm doing well." She smiled for a moment before her face fell, "Do you want a name for yourself too?"

I raised an eyebrow, "Like what?"

She dropped down to her knees and looked up at me pleasdingly, "What would you like your angel to do for you master?"

I rolled my eyes and the two of us broke out laughing, "I think we can keep the roleplay to the bedroom love. That said, maybe something a little less obvious would be nice?"

Angela nodded as she climbed back to her feet. Suddenly she blushed deeply, "Maybe I can call you dear?"

"Jumping the gun a little?" I asked. She looked down and wring her fingers as I walked up to her. I slowly tilted up her head and leaned down to kiss her lightly on the lips, "Still, if you want to, who am I to deny my angel."

Angela smiled and hugged me close, "Thank you, my dear."

"Now, what is it that you wanted?" I asked.

She shrugged, "Well, I was wondering if I could sleep with you? I was feeling a little lonely at home."

I pull her close, "Don't worry. Let me get this stuff put away and we can head over to my room."

She nodded, following me to my table and helping me clear away my things.

"So," I ask, "Did the uniforms work?"

Angela nodded with a wide smile, "Yep! I went over some of the biotic field generators I had planned for the battle with Trigon and I was able to sort out the problems with the sanctuary wards really easily!"

I smiled, her excitement for this really was infectious. As the last of the electronics got put away I quickly swept her off her feet and carried her to my bedroom.

As I walked through the halls, Angela cuddled onto my chest, regaling me with the results of her experiments.

As the door opened, revealing the plush, tiered interior of my bedroom she began complaining about the struggles she was having in improving her resurrection abilities.

I shrugged, "True resurrection is probably something we have to be careful about. Theoretically, we already sort of have a pathway for that, but I've pointedly not been mentioning that."

Mercy looked at me questioningly as I lowered her onto the bed and started stripping.

"Well, assuming that we do manage to turn Pein, it's simply a matter of using the Edo Tensei and Rinnegan in combination to raise anyone, assuming that we can sort out the differences stemming from different afterlives across the different worlds. As far as I know, that particular process is not time-limited in the least." I explained.

She shrugged, "Then why not use it?"

"Because none of our worlds has an economy prepared for the mass resurrection of people. Can you imagine what would happen? Let's imagine that it was cheap enough to simply resurrect anyone on request, just so that we can avoid having to deal with ethics of choosing which subset of the population we want to resurrect. The number of people on earth would increase nearly twenty times over. How would we finance that?"

Angela nodded, considering the options. "Still, couldn't we work to fix that?"

I shrugged, "I mean, I'm trying to figure out how. My research into space habitation is largely because of that after all. Designs for orbital habitats forming a Dyson swarm capable of housing trillions of people have always been on the schedule, but I don't' know how to go beyond housing and start creating a functional economy capable of supporting that many people."

Angela winced.

I shrugged, "I suppose it would be easier if we weren't already so close to providing eternal youth instead. At least that way, the people that died of old age could be expected, but given the success of the experiments in using gene editing to induce telomerase production and correct DNA errors in mice, it looks like we are going to have to deal with a society of immortals anyways."

Angela nodded, "And I guess my research into rejuvenation using biotic energy isn't going to help with that either."

We stood there for a while in silence as I opened the door into the restroom and started brushing my teeth.

Angela stared up at the ceiling, "And if we have limits beyond physical requirements for the resurrection, we would have to decide who lives and who doesn't."

I clear my mouth, "Yeah, that came up. How do you decide that sort of thing? Do you try and decide who will be the best for the world to resurrect? Do you simply resurrect people you like? Do you just auction off resurrections? That last one is probably a terrible idea in general anyway, but still."

We didn't really have much to say after that. I quietly worked though my shower, dried off and came to bed. As I pulled the duvet over me, Angela started snuggling into my side. "I guess we have a lot of work in front of us." She sighed.

I nodded, "I'm trying to see if we can find any economic genii that would be able to help us with this particular problem, but it's looking more and more like we are going to have to figure out how to become a post-scarcity civilization before we can reveal the fact that we have technology like that."

Angela nodded sadly, "Maybe we can release a limited version then? I know that the Edo Tensei technique needs a DNA sample to work properly, it would basically cut it down to whoever managed to keep a sample of their DNA."

I nod, "I suppose that would make sense, even if it does raise the problem of revealing Chakra to other worlds, DNA would become largely unrecoverable for the purposes of Edo Tensei after as little as twenty years or so. That would definitely make things much more contained. Well, assuming that it works on other worlds."

"No, I mean, what if the technology we develop has similar limitations. You need decent quality DNA in order to resurrect the person. Theoretically, that's the end-point of the technology I'm developing right now using biotics." She asks.

I shrug, "I'm not sure. It's definitely going to cause problems, even if it was cheap enough that people could theoretically save up for it, or even have insurance for it in the case that they die. That said, beyond the problems I'm already wrestling with while developing the technology to combat senescence, I don't know what those problems will be."

She simple snuggles closer, "We have a lot of work ahead of us, don't we?"

"At least we will have the time to do it right, my angel," I offered, "Everything looks to be on track for granting our human members eternal youth in as little as a year, and adapting that to the other species in our little collective, or even that we have contact with is simply a matter of determining the senescence factors in their genetics and updating the package accordingly."

She smiled, "Did you manage to get the changes to apply properly?"

"It was actually surprisingly easy. I managed to adapt some sympathetic magic to make sure that every cell is properly modified. It isn't great for large scale modifications yet, but if you are doing maintenance like this it works just fine. I even managed to add in a little clause that eliminates cancerous cells quite effectively. The real challenge is in combating mental deterioration, really." I explain.

Angela nodded, "Still, that's amazing."

I smile, "Yeah, I'm trying to figure out a purely mundane delivery system so that I have the option to release it on my world. As far as I can tell, some of the nanotech I've been able to find in Gwen's universe should be able to pull it off, but I'm still struggling with actually managing to push the technology that far.

Angela paused, "Actually, couldn't you use the genetic modifications to trigger delayed metamorphosis? Have the body reshape itself over a few weeks or so?"

I considered it, "You're probably right." I admit, "You could probably even tie it into a Biotic Engine to accelerate the changes too, have the body shift into a new form."

We looked at each other and Angela smiled, "Any changes you want to make?"

My only response is a smile and a peck on lips as the two of us fall asleep.