Audience

He was in.

It was easier than the Kryptonian would have thought, but that meant there was no need to tire himself with a fight. At least, not one right away.

As soon as his ship entered the larger one, it was intercepted by a group of skeletal robots, each one with a head that resembled the skull ship minus the tentacles. With ease, they hefted his ship up and carried it down a long, circular hallway. An odd mist trailed around the floor and curved walls, and the dim lighting made this place appear eerie.

Superman remained in his seat, doing nothing as he waited for these robots to take him where they were going to. There was a plan here and it would be best to wait for the last moment before showing them what they were dealing with. At the same time, he would get a lay of the ship and an idea of how to navigate it.

There were a few turns before eventually his small ship arrived in a much larger room. Through the windshield, he could see what looked like other ships, some approximately the size of his, others much larger, and a few small ones where he highly doubted anything was small enough to pilot it.

The robots came up to an empty spot and placed his ship down in it. The Kryptonian's body began to tense up, readying itself for action. A hand went to a small panel located in the armrest of his seat, a finger resting itself on the display but not yet exerting pressure. The dark-haired man could count his heartbeats as he waited, watching as the robots pull out of sight.

He could hear several thunks against the ship's hold, and that was his cue. Pressing down with his finger, Superman started the process of opening up the ship. There was a hiss as the cabin depressurized, and then everything above and in front of him began to rise.

Immediately, the smell of sterilization flooded in, causing the Man of Steel to wrinkle his nose at how strong it was. Getting over it quickly, he pushed himself out of his seat and launched himself out into this new environment.

His ship was still surrounded by the robots, ones that he could now see were black in color. The lens of the machines' eyes lit up with a pink color, contrasting with the metal that made up their skeletal frames. Multiple arms raised up, and from individual palms, multiple thin wires fired out.

Bracing himself, Superman readied himself to be restrained only to have the ends of the wire strike his body, as if trying to pierce into it. Unsurprisingly, that didn't happen as his incredible durability protected him. Racing forth, he didn't hold back as threw a punch at the nearest robot, recalling how durable the probe he had fought on Earth had been.

Unlike the probe, the robot he struck did not seem to be made of the same material; his fist tore into it much like the small army of drones he had once faced coming out of LexCorp years ago. Whereas that army had numbers on their side, these didn't. Tearing his arm out of the damaged robot, he flung it away while lunging at the next one.

This robot swung its arm at him, swiping with sharp-tipped fingers that looked like claws. Snatching the hand, a tightening of his hand had the Kryptonian crushing it, and throwing a punch of his own that tore the robotic head off.

With an increase of speed, Superman was on the next two. Thanks to standing too close to one another, the Man of Steel was able to grab the pairs' heads and slam them together. Metal heads stood no chance against one another, circuitry flinging everywhere with crackles of electricity flaring out of the damage.

Various cables swarmed around him, attempting to restrain him. They extended from the walls, wrapping around his limbs before working their way to his torso. If they succeeded, it would leave him vulnerable to the two remaining robots who were watching, waiting for their turns.

Sorry, but he had already gone through this once before and didn't like it the last time.

Concentrating, Superman's eyes flared red as he forced his heat vision to its greatest intensity. Firing the beams of heat, they sliced through the cables much like a hot knife through butter. The severed cables thrashed about, almost like they were in pain, but the dark-haired man knew better. With electricity flaring from the severed ends, they were a potentially dangerous hazard, but one dealt with with a simple intake of air that was followed up with a release of Arctic-temperature breath.

From there, he was zooming towards the last two robots. Immediately, one put up a force field, pink in color and transparent enough to see the non-living creature on the other side. Superman veered off course, attacking the other robot and crushing its head between his hands before readjusting and finding himself before the force field-wielding one.

His first punch hit the field, revealing that it formed a dome around it. His second punch came much harder but had the same amount of effect as the first. Taking a page from Flash, Superman began throwing as many punches as he could into the shield, and thanks to being one of the faster heroes from Earth, he could see that the force field was struggling to keep up with all the hits, especially when he began to move around, hitting different places each and every time.

The field broke, and the robot that was protected by it stood no chance as half a dozen punches tore into it before the Kryptonian was able to stop himself. By the time he did, the bipedal machine was a pile of scraps on the floor.

Taking slightly heavier breathes, Superman allowed himself to calm down, even though he kept his guard up. Who knew what else was in this place? He needed to keep a cool head; especially before finding the heart of this ship. By his own logic, and that of Earth's, the center of this ship was where he would find either answers or a means to shut this place down.

Now to begin.

His feet lifted off the floor and the Man of Steel began to take flight, though moving at a slower speed than normal. As he took in his new surroundings, he paid closer attention to what he what he figured was some kind of docking bay. It was odd how it wasn't located where his ship had been, well, docked, but there were so many ships in here. All were different shapes and sizes, some too big for one person or too small for anything, and the designs were practically alien, especially in this place.

Then one caught his eye. Slowing down until he came to a full stop, Superman took a hard look as a vessel that was slight smaller than the ship he had flown in, but was clearly Kryptonian in nature. He would recognize such a thing anywhere, especially after interacting with so much Kryptonian technology in the Fortress. Unbiddingly, Jor-El's words echoed in his head.

The AI was in the middle of downloading itself into a spacecraft of its own making…

Was it coincidence that this was the same ship his father had mentioned, one that had been built over thirty years ago? If it was only programming being placed into it, it gave context to the other ships in this hanger; what need was there for a living person when data was all that was being put into this vessels?

He had to be in the right place.

"Welcome Kryptonian. I have been searching for you."

Looking away from the Kryptonian ship, Superman found a large holographic screen had appeared close by, a floating image that held nothing but three circles, two connected to one with two lines that sent spikes rapidly along them. That was another thing the hero from Earth recognized, specifically from the head of that probe he fought in Metropolis. The voice was also identical to the probe's, the same dull tone that held no emotions whatsoever.

"Brainiac," he stated, balling his hands into tight fists.

The spikes began to accelerate as the voice spoke again. "It has been most convenient for you to arrive; I give but one ultimatum. Surrender yourself to me." Further down the hallway, he could now hear the clanking of metal on metal, more robots showing up with the same skeletal bodies as the ones he had destroyed. There was one exception, and that was one that looked like the probes with its oblong head and purple coloring. "I prefer you intact, but your remains are also acceptable should you resist."

Glowering, the hovering man retorted, "I think you'll be surprised what remains there'll be."

Not waiting for this welcoming committee to reach him, he became a blue and red blur, racing to the mechanical soldiers. The leading probe raised both of its arms up, and the glow of light from its hands gave away its intentions. Twin beams of energy fired, but the Kryptonian was dodging before they burned the air past him.

His fist was flying, but it met with a force field, one that the other robots were bringing up. Recalling his last encounter only minutes before, Superman was spinning around them, throwing as many punches as he could, as hard as he could, trying break through to get his hands into some metal.

Whatever this force field technology was, it was unlike anything he had encountered before. Multiple robots were working together, combining their field together and strengthening the barrier to the point that his previous strategy was not working. The probe, while keeping its arms at the ready, was not attacking, instead watching and studying him, as if searching for its next opportunity to strike.

That wouldn't do, so the racing man did something different. Darting off, he grabbed one of the many ships just sitting around, his hand digging into the hull and warping the metal, then lifted the dormant craft up and swung it like a club. His makeshift weapon impacted the force field, and slightly surprising, did not break through it. The shield held but the ship not so much as its body crumpled under the force that was swinging it around.

That didn't stop Superman from ramming the damaged space vessel into the force field again, but the results from last time persisted. The only difference was that his weapon was looking more and more compromised.

Okay, time to do something different.

Tossing his useless club aside, Superman streaked towards and over the gathering of robots, racing in the direction that they had arrived. Finding an exit, he darted through it and into the hallway just outside of the hanger. Coming to an abrupt stop, he put himself up against the curved wall just outside of the doorway and waited.

It didn't take long to hear the telltale clacking of metal, and Superman braced himself, readying his fist. This needed to be timed just right; too early and he gave himself away, too late and that force field would be back up.

Eyes sharpening, the Kryptonian utilized his speed to swing back into the doorway, throwing a punch simultaneously that decimated the robot at the fore of the group. The machine was just being carried off its feet while the adopted Earthling was already blasting another with his heat vision. A third had its head torn off before a flash of light alerted him to the probe's attack. Arching his back as much as he could, Superman curved his body enough to evade, and then he was back in the hall, flying away as fast as he could.

The surprise from his ambush should have worn off by then and he wasn't about to get another helping of that energy blast; it hurt to get hit by it and he hadn't found Brainiac yet.

"You continue to resist. Your actions will not avail you here, Kryptonian," the AI warned him, even as he passed by an intersecting hallway. "There is nowhere you can go that you will not be found."

Up ahead, the orbs rolled their way in his direction. Frowning, Superman watched as the orbs ended their approach, thin metal protrusions slipping out of small, unseen ports. From here, they now looked like bugs, or at least a very round species of beetle. Rearing back on their legs, they began firing short bursts of energy, filling the hallway in no time with their fire.

Some manage to hit him, and while the energy fire didn't have much of a punch to it, it still stung. Clenching his teeth, Superman sped up, moving with small increments in any and all directions in an attempt to reduce how many hits he was taking.

Reaching these bugbots, he threw a fist and grimaced at how his hand bounced off a force field. At the same time, the small robots stopped shooting at him, each forming a shield and merging with the others. As a result, they blocked off the hallway in front of him. That was just great.

A much stronger blast of energy struck him from behind. Giving a cry, the Kryptonian dropped to the floor, crouching on his knees. Looking over his shoulder, he could see the probe had caught up with him, an arm outstretched in front of it and glowing with another blast of energy ready to be fired. Talk about being stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Knowing that the bugbots behind him were blocking that way, there was only one left for him to go. He became a blur again, heading straight for the probe blocking his way.. The probe fired another energy blast from its hand, but since he saw it coming, the dark-haired man dodged it easily. Thanks to his speed, he was able to reach the menacing machine before it could try and being up a force field of its own.

Taking the opportunity, he struck the probe, winding slight as his body recalled for him that this robot had been built to take such strong hits, the promethium holding up against his strength. Still, that didn't stop the man-like machine from slamming into the wall.

His hearing picked up a charge from behind him, and he realized that bugbots were getting ready to start shooting at him again. Deciding not to do that again, Superman shot towards the nearest intersection and just turned the corner as multiple short bursts of energy were fired after him.

These hallways were all the same, curved and dark and dim and what was with all the mist? Wait, over there, another doorway. Darting into it, the Kryptonian found himself speeding down another room. While only somewhat wider that the hallways, the walls here seemed to protrude outwards. At first, he paid that no mind, but then he noticed how there were small circles, the circles not made of metal but some kind of glass.

Only when he slowed down slightly did he catch enough of a sight that he came to an abrupt halt. Floating to the nearest circle, he found a face exposed by the glass. Thanks to the pinkish tint, it was suspect that what he was looking at was blue skin and green hair, but the wires stabbing into a skull and a tube jammed into a mouth implied that...that…

This was a person. An alien lifeform to be sure, but a person nonetheless. The way the hair shimmered revealed that the individual was surrounded by some kind of liquid, which implied the tube was some kind of breathing apparatus. A part of him could figure out what this was, but his mind was already trying to dissociate from it.

All of it agreed that this was wrong, incredibly wrong.

And then he slowly looked at all the other circles, windows into tanks of a mysterious liquid, and could start making out other faces. Other races. Other species. What were they doing in those tanks and why? Were they even alive? Or was there some other sinister reason, one the Man of Steel had yet to think of?

What was going on in this place? What was Brainiac trying to accomplish, and why did it have to have all these people held here?

Metal arms suddenly wrapped around him. Due to being distracted by the tanks, he had not paid enough attention to realize that the robots had caught up to him. Two more worked to restrain him, tackling him from either side. A fourth was releasing thin cables from its hands with some nasty looking ends on them that Superman knew he wanted no closer to his body.

With a grunt, the Kryptonian exerted his strength, managing to push away one of the clinging robots off him. It also gave him some room to loosen the hold the one behind him had, enough that he could throw an elbow into its side and destabilize it further. Now able to twist his torso, he did just that, swinging his fist to nail the third robot in its head, knocking said head off in the process.

With one hand, he reached up and grabbed at one of the arms wrapped around him. It took some effort, but pulling down hard enough did rip the captured arm off, and now the dark-haired man could put all his strength to use. Rising up into the air as he did so, he slammed a punch into the single-armed robot and sent it flying away, crashing into and bouncing off one of the tanks.

Cables attempted to replace the arms, but he snatched them with a hand and yanked back harshly. The cable-wielding robot was pulled towards him and then broken in two with the following punch, its pieces clattering against the floor. Another spin and he shattered the face of the first robot, the one that he had managed to push away first but had not been able to deal with until this afterthought.

Speaking of which, he could not afford to get lost in his own head. Moving quickly, he sped down the large room, hoping to find another exit. Unfortunately, all he found was a dead end and not wanting to do anything to compromise these tanks—because who knew what would happen to the people stored in them—he reversed course and headed back the way he came.

Just as he was exiting the room he pulled back abruptly as a beam of energy cut right ahead of him. The probe had caught up with him, its arms raised up and glowing, ready to fire off another shot. Moving shadows behind the probe gave away that more reinforcements were on their way.

"There is no escape from here, Kryptonian," Brainiac's monotone stated. "You face only capture. Your resistance only delays the inevitable."

Glowering, "I'm not trying to escape Brainiac. I'm here for you, and I'm not going to stop until I find you." He readied himself for a fight, knowing that one was coming his way whether he liked it or not.

The glow from the probe dimmed, and the movement of approaching robots slowed down.

"You wish a face-to-face encounter?" the AI inquired.

"That's what I came here for. Why I hunted you down," Superman growled. "And I'm not leaving until I find you."

There was a moment of silence, even the reinforcements had stilled by this point. Something was going on, he was sure of it, but whether he should take advantage of this—

"Very well. If it is an audience you seek," Brainiac said. The probe lowered its arms and took a step to the side, the robots behind it parting to make space. "You shall be escorted to me. Then we shall determine the future that awaits you."

Superman kept his arms up, his eyes narrowed. Just like that? It seemed too simple.

"How do I know you won't try to attack me?" he demanded.

"You are too valuable and interesting to destroy, Kryptonian. It was always the intention to meet you, and it is more efficient to guide you if capture requires more resources. Come to me. This is a meeting that is all but certain, confirmed the moment your DNA was scanned."

The response was prompt and there was no hesitation whatsoever. He was still suspicious, but the AI had a point. It would take up time and energy to fight everything that could be thrown at him on this ship, and who knew what everything entailed? If Brainiac was willing to meet him, so be it.

Though his guard remained up, his arms lowered and he took the first tentative steps forward, waiting for any deception to be uncovered. Nothing attacked him, and with each step he took, the more sure the Kryptonian became. First he passed the probe whose lifeless eyes watched him but made no movement to attack. Then came the robots that had, by now, lined up against the curved walls.

Soon, it became apparent that they were leading him. The dark-haired man figured this one out due to how some robots would stand in front of intersecting corridors, blocking them, but always stood aside for the one he needed to enter. This was how it went, walking his way towards fate with skeletal robots lining the way.

Eventually, they cut off a corridor, their positions indicating a large door that was currently open. Giving the machines one last look, Superman took the first step through the doorway and found himself entering an enormous room.

This one was perhaps a bit more...strange when compared to the other ones. Whereas the hanger held ships and the second room was tanks full of people, this room had small, round, and oblong...things suspended off the floor by thin cables. If he peered into one, it seemed like he was looking at some kind of model.

A model of what? A model of a city. That was the best way to describe it. The first one he looked at was bizarre in its architecture but he was able to piece together what looked like buildings. They were more triangular than rectangular, and the curves didn't make sense outside of some kind of cosmetic appearance.

The rest tended to alternate. Some looked futuristic, others more flat and primitive. It was clear that despite it all, these were cities. Not for the last time did he wonder why. None of this—wait.

It had been happening a lot lately, and maybe that's why he was so primed for it. One of the odd cases, containers, whatever they were, held something that was so similar to what his mind labeled as Kryptonian. The buildings that stretched high up, choosing vertical sprawl over horizontal, the architecture, everything from the sculpting to the placement of windows and streets, it all looked Kryptonian.

Soon enough, he was standing right next to it, looking down on the miniature from above. For some reason, he was thinking about those ships in a bottle, the kind you built little by little, putting the materials in and making the ship inside of the bottle. If he squinted, he could make out what looked like small...small...damn, whatever they were, they were small. Maybe if he adjusted his vision… There didn't seem to be anything special about these small things except, he could've sworn, there may have been movement.

His peripheral caught sight of a flash of light, and his gaze jerked away from the model. What he found, though, was an image, one that possessed the sight of a Kryptonian city, much like the ones he had seen from files at the Fortress, as well as the model right next to him. Another image appeared, this one of various Kryptonians engaged in their everyday life, with of course sights of the city in the background. Then another image, this one of a landscape Superman could have sworn he had only seen in dreams.

More and more images flashed into existence, and he knew that these pictures could only be one place: Krypton.

Getting tired of asking why, the Man of Steel bellowed, "What is this? Come out and face me Brainiac!"

Abruptly, the images shut off, but that wasn't the only thing. The numerous bottled cities were pulled up, rising higher and higher until vanishing in the darkness above. Something was going on, and the Kryptonian readied himself for it.

"Welcome Kal-El."

It was a deep voice, one that didn't boom, but contained nothing but absolute severity. Thanks to the acoustics of this large room, that made the voice feel heavier than it really was.

Quickly looking around, Superman spotted something that he hadn't noticed before. Directly in the center of this place, a strange metal cocoon of sorts stood up from the floor. Dim pink lights glowed from it, and getting a hunch, the Kryptonian began to approach it.

More details were observed the closer he became. The thing was mostly dark greys with the dim pinks exposing welded panels that curved, as if encasing. Really, the only thing that really stood out was the green face, one held in calm serenity. Above that face, to the adoptive human's slight disgust was what appeared to be ports drilled into a bald head. Multiple cables plugged into each and every port, both visible and nonvisible, the other ends of the cable rising up towards the dark ceiling that remained unseen.

Then a pair of green eyes opened, the eyelids passing over the optic organs slowly and deliberately. They pierced straight into Superman, holding him still with a hypnotic gaze that was only broken when the mouth opened and the deep voice spoke again.

"Son of Jor-El."

Superman blinked, unconsciously taking a step back. Though he felt he already knew, his body was already responding with a, "Who…?"

The green-skinned head that peeked out of the metal cocoon did not seem to take any offense. "I am the one you have been looking for. I am the one known as Brainiac."

How? According to his father, Brainiac was an AI, and this, this couldn't have been the furthest from the truth. Unless all of this was robotic, in which case this was the most organic android he had ever come across. Instinctively, he used his x-ray vision, and found an even greater disgust. While the cocoon seemed to block off this form of vision, the head was not protected, and thus skull and tissue and blood vessels merging with foreign metal and circuitry was akin to looking at something horrific. Hollywood could never come up with something that gruesome.

"How can you be Brainiac? Brainiac was an artificial intelligence!" He was unable to hold back his skepticism.

"The artificial intelligence was of my design, and one I deign to place my name on," the self-declared Brainiac answered. "It is no more than an extension of myself, a means to allow my consciousness to extend before my ship and into the outer reaches of the universe."

An extension? Did that mean some part of the AI was based off this creature? Even though Jor-El had mentioned that the AI itself had admitted that it had not been Kryptonian-made, this was serving to be a roadblock that the Man of Steel was having trouble getting past. "What was the plan? Infiltrate Krypton? What did they have that you wanted?"

"The only thing one such as I values. Knowledge. Information." This Brainiac was being very forthcoming; it was an honesty that was not commonly seen on Earth. "It is the only reason I exist. To gather and collect information on every species on every planet that has ever existed."

"But then why did you destroy Krypton?" Superman's voice was bitter, and his muscles were becoming more and more tense with every moment.

"I have analyzed much of the data collected from the world you currently inhabit, son of Jor-El. On that planet, your adopted kin values precious metals. Arbitrary symbols of status. I value knowledge. And like your metal trinkets, knowledge is more valuable when it is rare."

Cold realization acted like a blast of Arctic wind, chilling the man to the bone. "You...you always intended to destroy Krypton."

Green returned his gaze impassively. "I did."

"So why? Why send an AI to integrate itself into...into Kryptonian society? To make the people dependent on it? Why?" Superman's voice was becoming louder with each demand he made.

Even in that deep voice, Brainiac remained calm. "Krypton was an experiment."

Experiment…?

"Much of my collection was based on gathering samples of what the civilization currently was. I wanted to know if it would be worth the effort to aid such a species to reaching its pinnacle before extraction. Instead of waiting countless cycles, orbits, and rotations, I would speed up a world's progress until none more could be made. The results from that experiment revealed that such an approach was time-consuming and inefficient with my goals. Krypton would be the last world I engaged with in such a manner, and my current approach is far more efficient."

If those methods ended with the destruction of the planet, there was one other mystery then. "So why attack the planet, and destroy a city before everything else?"

"In all appearances, it is an attack, but I do not destroy the city that I collect."

"You destroyed Kandor!"

"And you have laid eyes on Kandor. You have seen the last of Kryptonian civilization only recently, when you looked at its bottle."

"I didn't. I only saw what looked...like...a model…" Sudden implications were making itself known to him, and the Kryptonian's eyes were rising up towards the darkened ceiling, where he had last seen what were…

Those weren't...models?

Much of my collection was based on gathering samples…

...based on gathering samples…

...gathering samples…

It wasn't just that one "bottle," was it? All those other bottles, with all the various cities, they weren't some shrunk to scale model. They were actual cities that had been shrunk down, complete with buildings, infrastructure, and…and…

People.

"You shrunk the city with its people and you...you…"

"The civilization you were raised with, humans they call themselves, have an equivalent of my current practice," Brainiac stated. "There are many words for it, but the segment of the population you surround yourself with use the term 'zoo.'"

He recalled the small enclosures, the ones back at the Metropolis Zoo. Each one held several members of an animal species and each one was designed to keep the animal or animals in. What he had entered was based on the same principle, but it wasn't animals that were being held, it was people.

It was a zoo of people.

"Let them out." His fists clenched until the knuckles turned white. "Let them all out."

"That would be highly irresponsible. Where would their cities go? Their home worlds no longer exist, or can inhabit life."

"They didn't ask for this!" Superman roared, eyes bulging with fury.

"Their compliance is not a factor in my great work. Their collection serves to enhance my own evolution, and nothing more," Brainiac countered, still calm. That only served to anger the dark-haired man further.

"Your compliance is not a factor either, you son of a bitch," he snapped back, throwing the creature's own words back at it. "You will free these people if I have to tear you out of that tin can you're wearing to do so. They aren't going to be imprisoned a second longer."

"That will not be necessary."

The lighting in the large room began to turn red in color, and the gray and pink tin can that this green-faced menace wore began to expand, panels disconnecting from one another. A mist poured from the opening cocoon, one that could have been anything from smoke to water vapor or some mysterious chemical agent. Something squelched, hinting at some kind of liquid being involved, but the Kryptonian was unable to identify anything.

His eyes were only on the green head with the long cables attached to it. So when the head began to move, followed by a green hand reaching through the opened suit, he braced himself, ready for a fight that he found he was more than willing to have.

As Superman opened his mouth, ready to speak, whatever words he was about to say escaped him. On Earth, he tended to be one of the tallest in the room, be it a conference room at the Planet or fighting alongside other members of the Justice League.

As Brainiac's shadow fell over him, the Kryptonian found that he tilting his head back.

Perhaps it had been Earth's meaning of the word brainiac that had deceived him. It was a name, a taunt he had once been called back in his days at Smallville High School. Height withstanding, it typically meant a kid who was too smart for his own good and lacking in muscle to defend himself from jocks and the like.

Brainiac had muscle, enough that he dwarfed the Man of Steel. Broad shoulders spread out wide, and large, bulging arms resting at the green alien's sides. A short-sleeved jumpsuit of blacks and whites covered the rest of a large, muscular body, random designs glowing with pink light decorating over the space-based cloth.

Pink liquid dripped off the enormous hulk whose green eyes fastened themselves onto the small alien, never deviating for a second. With a single step, the larger alien closed the distance between them, the cables attached to the ports in his head following him.

"If it is combat you desire, you shall have it," Brainiac stated. "Know this, the outcome of this conflict was decided long before you set foot on my ship. You belong to me now.

"Another addition to my collection."

FlackAttack: Abin Sur should be considered deceased. His death has always been a staple of the Green Lantern Corps lore. It would also be correct to assume John Stewart is leading this assault. It is his jurisdiction, and perhaps at a later date we can go more into the Corps and the various intricacies and nuances. Just not this chapter. Also, don't forget that Oa is a big place; it is a planet after all. The possibility of other human Green Lanterns should not be ruled out. As for Wonder Woman, I have absolutely no idea who you could possibly mentions, wink wink.