After the World Senate voted in favor of the Equal Rights Amendment, Kara hauled its sponsor, Sen. Carl Curtis, from Midwest America, into her office. "Equality of rights under the law shall not be denied or abridged by any State on account of sex. The provisions of this article shall not be construed to impair any rights, benefits, or exemptions now or hereafter conferred by law upon persons of the male sex," Kara read out the amendment.
"Carl, what the fuck is this?" she asked incredulously.
"It has been brought to my attention that men are being discriminated against," Sen. Curtis said.
"How so?" Kara frowned.
"The military draft is only for men, combat roles are reserved for men, prisoners of war are almost always men and more likely to be targeted for aggression and torture, and men are twice as likely to be victims of gross human rights violations," Sen. Curtis said.
"Do you realize how totally fucked I would be if I orchestrated a war and scores of women came back shot up, blown up, mangled, tortured, and the like? Men have historically been protectors and providers," Kara objected. "Besides, I have ended the wars. We have peace now."
"There's more to this than just war. Preservation of female lives takes priority in sinkings or catastrophic failures in space. Male children are more likely to receive corporal punishment in schools. In some cases, only male children are given corporal punishment. Sexual assault on men is underreported and not even a crime in some cases. Even when the law is gender-neutral, a man receives a much harsher sentence for raping a woman than a man," Sen. Curtis brought up.
"Continue," Kara sighed.
"In contested child custody disputes, mothers were given custody twice the time and this has significant developmental issues for boys growing up without a father," Sen. Curtis said.
"How do you propose we fix that? Make sure the stats are equal to either sex and call it a day?" Kara asked skeptically.
"With the ERA, the judge will be compelled not to be biased toward mothers or suffer the indignity of an appeal," Sen. Curtis replied.
"Sure, what else?" Kara asked bored.
"Male homosexuals are often punished more severely than lesbians. Men are convicted and receive harsher sentences overall. Men beating their female partners receive greater punishment than the other way around," Sen. Curtis concluded.
"This is all an exercise of the ecological fallacy. Simply because the stats look bad for men doesn't mean any particular case against a man is biased with discrimination. Also, correlation vs causation fallacy here. Maybe, the reason you fail as a group is because you suck rather than anything wrong in the legal system," Kara said skeptically.
"This amendment just makes it easier for men to...," Sen. Curtis said defensively.
"To appeal every single verdict and clog up the judicial system," Kara finished for him. "Now, your personal contribution to this amendment is a non-starter. It contradicts each other. Either men and women are to be treated equally under the law completely or not. If this amendment passes, expect any favoritism that men may have legally enjoyed in the past to be gone. I can guarantee you this bill will not pass the House."
"I was hoping you could lobby on our behalf on this," Sen. Curtis said lamely.
Kara merely smiled. "Look, there's no conspiracy against men, no plan to get rid of you guys. I may be female but I'm not a woman, alright. I don't have a human husband. I don't have a stake in your gender wars. As I see it, as the tide rises all boats rise. So, even if women are being treated better than men in some ways, all boats are rising."
In Metropolis, Tyler Durden was an E-4 Specialist who worked in a regular office building as an analyst for automobile recalls. Since Brainiac 5 rarely made mistakes when it came to automobile manufacturing and most vehicular crashes were the result of human error, it was a nonsense job to keep humans busy. The work was rather tedious and boring and so unimportant to the scheme of things that Brainiac 5 didn't even supervise the department at the managerial level. Tyler suffered from insomnia and antisocial personality disorder. He would often be sent around the world for various conferences and meetings that could be accomplished within a fraction of a second by Brainiac 5, himself. In a twisted way, this was Brainiac 5's way of giving humanity purpose and allowing them to go on luxury trips around the world under the false pretense of "work."
At his assigned apartment, Tyler went wild on his furniture quota. He ordered an area rug, lamp, workstation, home gym, shelving unit, slipcover, CD rack, armchair, coffee table, sofa, cabinet, side table, dining table, suspended lamps, chest drawer, rug, picture frame, table lamp, blue glass dishes with bubbles inside them, among other things. All of these orders were entirely legal and unremarkable for his rank. Tyler was given a specific quota for various categories including furniture and an overall quota for all of his monthly orders. However, this quota did not pertain to necessary items like food, drinks, and medicine.
In order to deal with his insomnia, Tyler visited a clinic and met up with a doctor who clearly didn't give a shit. "You can't die from insomnia. You die of things related to it like falling asleep at the wheel or something," he told him.
"What about narcolepsy? I nod off. I then find myself in queer places in the middle of doing queer things with no idea how I got there," Tyler said to his doctor.
"You need to lighten up," the doctor said unimpressed.
"Can you please just give me something," Tyler begged.
"Get some exercise, drink water," the doctor advised and then kicked him out of his office.
"Doc, I'm in pain," Tyler complained.
"You want to know real pain? Go to the testicular cancer focus group. That's real pain," the doctor said dismissively.
Kara held a meeting on what to do with men and their so-called issues. "There was this one time when I visited this testicular cancer focus group. There were men that were in real pain. They were infertile, had erectile dysfunction, were divorced, were growing breasts due to hormonal irregularities, had high-pitched voices, and had no jobs. Their children didn't even want to see or hear from them. It was really sad, Barney. It made me sad. I'm sad now just thinking about it."
"Kara, I always enjoy your spotlight fallacies in our little chats," Brainiac 5 said condescendingly.
"Look, asshole, men are like...nearly half the human population. They can't be ignored," Kara said passionately.
"I find them rather inconsequential. In the past, men were useful as leaders, protectors, and providers. I fulfill all of these roles now. Every single mother has a drone to assist them until they acquire a human father replacement which rarely happens," Brainiac 5 said.
"Wow, Barney, just how much tail are you getting out there?" Kara asked.
"These drones do not engage in fornication. That would be immoral," Brainiac 5 denied.
"Yeah, bullshit," Kara denied.
"The average human male produces over 500 billion sperm cells in his lifetime compared to 400 mature eggs by human females," Brainiac 5 brought up.
"Is that supposed to impress me?" Kara rolled her eyes.
"Yes, but not in the way you think. The larger number does not mean greater value, quite the opposite. Men are expendable," Brainiac 5 concluded.
"You can always build artificial wombs," Kara suggested.
"It would not be nearly as efficient as millions of females conceiving and giving birth every year," Brainiac 5 replied. "Men are mostly responsible for warfare, disease sharing, and crime. We should get rid of them."
"I don't know, Barney. Men make me laugh. I never laughed at a female comedian's jokes no matter how fat they were," Kara said reflectively.
"You could always put them in a zoo," Brainiac 5 suggested.
"You mean prison," Kara rolled her eyes.
Tyler continued his routine of visiting various focus groups of people seriously sick or dying like a total weirdo. He continued to remain under the radar as these focus groups were run by humans. Still, despite all the hugs, tears, and love that was shown to him under the false pretense he was sick, it wasn't doing the trick. Tyler simply joined more and more focus groups until his calendar was filled up. However, he soon found another entity doing the same thing he was doing. She had brown hair, wore sunglasses, wore black, and introduced herself with the obviously fake name of Linda Lee. She went to all the focus groups in a circuit just like Tyler.
Linda's participation unintentionally made Tyler realize how much of a fraud he was. He no longer felt the nirvana of genuine love and affection and could no longer sleep again. Tyler eventually confronted Linda as she was getting coffee. "Hey, we need to talk. I'm onto you," he told her.
"Say what?" Linda wondered.
"You're a big faker. A big fat faker! A big fat phony!" Tyler accused.
"You done?" Kara asked unimpressed.
"You're not dying," Tyler assumed.
"I never said I was," Linda told him off.
"You're a tourist," Tyler clarified.
"Well, aren't you the big man? What are you going to do about it?" Linda asked him.
"I'll expose you," Tyler threatened.
"Go ahead. I'll expose you," Linda said obviously.
"Alright, people, time to cry," the leader of the focus group ordered.
Linda hugged Tyler and began to fake cry. "God, why are you doing this?" Tyler asked her.
"Free coffee and it's cheaper than a movie," Linda admitted.
"These are my groups. This is my thing," Tyler complained.
"Why do you do it?" Linda asked curiously.
"When people think you're dying, they listen to you instead of...," Tyler said.
"...waiting for their turn to speak," Linda finished for him.
"Yeah, that's right," Tyler nodded.
"Share yourselves completely," the focus leader ordered.
"Look, I need this. I'm addicted to pain and suffering. I can't cry with another fake around, so you need to find another place to go," Tyler told Linda off.
"Sounds like not my problem," Linda said dismissively and then walked out of the center. Tyler followed after her to negotiate a deal. Linda nonchalantly walked into oncoming traffic as she crossed the street.
"We should exchange numbers?" Tyler said from the sidewalk.
"Should we?" Linda asked skeptically as cars sped around her.
"So, we don't end up at the same place at the same time," Tyler said.
"What's your name, asshole?" Linda asked. "I know it's not Cornelius, Rupert, Travis, or any of the other stupid names you come up with each night."
"Tyler Duren," Tyler replied.
"Don't worry, I'll know where you are at all times," Linda said ominously and then walked off.
Soon thereafter, Kara and Brainiac 5 had a meeting with World Congressional leaders. "I know of a story of a car where the rear breaks failed causing an accident. The infant went through the windshield, the retainer flew out of a teenage girl's mouth, and the driver literally melted into his seat when the car caught fire. Now, that's fucked up," a congressman said.
"It would be if your example wasn't a spotlight fallacy," Brainiac 5 said coldly.
"God damn," Kara said softly to him.
"If we take the number of vehicles in the field, multiply it by the probability of failure, and then multiply the results of the out-of-court settlements, you get... ZERO," Brainiac 5 said smartly. "Because in this economy there is no money and I can't be sued."
"Jesus Christ, Barney," Kara said dismayed. "Look, despite all the dialogue to the contrary, Barney is a self-correcting AI. He'll fix the problem quicker than you fools will."
"The vast majority of accidents are the result of human error. Perhaps, the human should be removed from the equation," Brainiac 5 suggested.
"We should make it a law that all driving be done by AI from now on," a congressman said.
"Wait, all driving? What if I want to drive my car on some county road to get some fresh air?" Kara objected.
"We can make an exception for you," Brainiac 5 said condescendingly.
"No, fuck you, Barney," Kara rebuked. "I want the good people of Earth to experience the pleasures of driving, accelerating, pumping the brakes, tightening one's grip on the steering wheel, and the thrill of betting on whether you can make it to the next charging station while on empty," she said excitedly. "Oh, God! I have to take a moment here," Kara said as she felt an orgasmic rush.
Brainiac 5 eyed Kara as she quickly left the room. "The Crown will favor a proposal to eliminate human driving if children are in the vehicle."
That night, Tyler came back from a flight with his suitcase missing and his apartment completely destroyed in a supposed gas explosion. A Brainiac 5 drone was immediately on the spot to deal with Tyler as he arrived shocked and appalled. All of his possessions and furniture were destroyed. "The investigation hasn't been concluded, but we believe a gas leak in your apartment from the stove was triggered by an electrical surge from the compressor of your refrigerator. The spark caused a massive gas explosion that destroyed the apartment," Brainiac 5 told him.
"That sucks," Tyler said stunned.
"You will be given new housing arrangements in an apartment of identical size. Now, we have a record of everything you bought with your quota. They will all be shipped to you again, and a drone or two will assist you in the set-up. It will be as if nothing happened," Brainiac 5 assured him.
"Thank you," Tyler said sincerely.
"The truth is that we are fully capable of giving every human more than they could possibly need with or without an occupation. We simply don't," Brainiac 5 said casually.
"Oh," Tyler said flatly.
"So, there's plenty of room in the inventory for these sorts of events," Brainiac 5 assured him.
"Yeah, but why?" Tyler wondered. "Is it essential to my survival as a hunter-gatherer? What am I? I'm just a...consumer."
"Correct," Brainiac 5 agreed.
"I'm the byproduct of a lifestyle obsession. Do I consume all these things because I want to or am I being manipulated into doing so?" Tyler wondered.
"The system doesn't advertise these products. Personally, I prefer it when humans don't make requests. Occasionally, we have to go above and beyond to make humans aware that these products exist because some humans do not make any requests at all and their quality of life is subpar for them and their children," Brainiac 5 said.
"I just wonder if it would really be such a great tragedy if all my stuff was gone and never replaced," Tyler wondered.
"You're in shock and when you're in shock, you're not allowed to make significant life-altering decisions. Your inventory will be shipped to your new residence and then you can decide, at that point, you want them sent back," Brainiac 5 said.
"Maybe the things I own, now own me," Tyler mused.
"I own this world. I assure you...this world does not own me," Brainiac 5 assured him.
Tyler was hooked up at a hotel that he did not go to. His apartment and all of his stuff were ready for him but he did not go back. Instead, he found himself an old mansion and squatted there for a while. He turned the basement into a fight club arena exclusively for men. He went back to his lame-ass job, started to deteriorate in appearance, and went to the clinic frequently. Since he had universal health care, getting into fights with random men wasn't an issue on his expenses.
Finally, Linda called up Tyler on his phone. "I haven't seen you at the support groups. What gives?" she asked.
"We split them up, remember?" Tyler reminded her.
"Yeah, but I cheated one night and you weren't there," Linda revealed.
"I found a new one and it's for men only," Tyler said.
"Oh, really?" Linda asked curiously.
"I got to go and kick ass," Tyler said cryptically.
The next morning, Linda casually walked around the house. "What the fuck?" Tyler wondered.
"What?" Linda eyed him oddly.
"This is my house. What are you doing here?" Tyler demanded.
"Fuck you. You called me over. We slept together and now you're acting like it never happened. This is the highest level of human arrogance I have ever come across," Linda said peeved.
"I'm going to level with you. I have insomnia and I occasionally sleepwalk. So, I do not remember a thing last night," Tyler admitted.
"Good, because I don't want anyone to remember anything about us," Linda said pleased.
That night, Linda and Tyler had an epic love-making session that rattled the house. The two of them shouted and screamed since no one could hear them. Afterward, Tyler would claim he had no recollection.
At work, Tyler got busted by his boss for having a bloody shirt and smoking weed. He was sent home and became the pariah of the workplace. Kara and Brainiac 5 had a chat about Tyler between their usual meetings. "Tyler Duren, the man you're having an affair with, his apartment was destroyed under suspicious circumstances," Brainiac 5 said.
"We're not having an affair," Kara denied.
"Someone hacked into Mr. Duren's door lock. Does that sound queer to you?" Brainiac 5 asked.
"Yes, Barney, very queer," Kara rolled her eyes.
"The dynamite left a residue of ammonium oxalate potassium perchloride," Brainiac 5 informed her.
"Holy shit. We both know very well what you can do with potassium," Kara said, not taking him seriously.
"It means the explosive was homemade. The gas was just the detonator," Brainiac 5 explained.
"Whatever, it was just stuff," Kara said dismissively.
"Someone could have been killed," Brainiac 5 reminded her.
"Is Tyler a suspect?" Kara asked finally.
"Yeah," Brainiac 5 said obviously.
"I don't know what to make of him. One hour, he's a passionate lover and the next hour he's a total asshole that gives every indication he's a homosexual. I just don't get it," Kara said befuddled.
"You should probably refrain from these adulterous activities," Brainiac 5 advised.
"Like Mon isn't fucking every female in the galaxy right now," Kara rolled her eyes.
"Well, not every single one. Let's be reasonable," Brainiac 5 said reasonably.
"So, he's a nutcase that blew up his own apartment. So what?" Kara asked dismissively.
"He's also printing posters about fight club from his workplace printer," Brainiac 5 added.
"And...?" Kara asked expectedly.
"I'll join you in putting him under observation," Brainiac 5 concluded.
Linda went to see Tyler at this broken-ass house. "I'll be gone in just a sec," she told him.
"You don't have to go," Tyler said half-heartedly.
"Whatever," Linda said dismissively.
"You still going to groups?" Tyler asked.
"Yeah," Linda said truthfully.
"And that makes you happy?" Tyler questioned.
"Well, sometimes," Linda admitted.
"I don't understand. Why does a weaker person have to latch onto a stronger person? Sup with that?" Tyler asked incoherently.
"The weak latch onto the strong for survival. The strong need the weak for their own entertainment, I suppose," Linda mused.
"I don't feel very entertained," Tyler admitted.
"Perhaps, I am the stronger one," Linda smirked. "Speaking of which, what happened to your hand? Who did that to you?"
"Don't worry about it," Tyler downplayed. "It's none of your business. I'm fine. This conversation is over."
"You're lucky I have a lot of things to do," Linda said pissed off, and then left in a huff.
Tyler ended up quitting his job, ignored his E-1 rations, and began building an army of disgruntled men. These men assisted him in building a garden and fixing up the house, nothing too nefarious. However, there was a bombing in an apartment complex that exploded two apartments. Green spray paint was also present in the form of a happy face.
Brainiac 5 spoke to high-ranking city officials in Metropolis over the matter. "The victory over crime will not happen overnight. It will take dedication, commitment, and most of all, cooperation. The streets are safer now. There is hope in the inner city. However, this is just the beginning of the cliches I intend to throw at you during this speech. These are the first steps in a long journey. That is why we have created Project Hope. Project Hope will be a joint effort between police and community leaders. It will be a powerful new weapon in the war against crime."
"Sir, what if you're captured by these madmen and they threaten to cut off your balls if you do not relent?" one reporter asked.
"Fortunately, I do not have balls that can be ransomed against me," Brainiac 5 replied.
As it happened, Brainiac 5 did get ambushed in the hallways and dragged into a bathroom by masked men. #1 man took him by the throat. Brainiac 5 did a flip that took that man to the floor on his back with him on top. He then punched #1 to the throat. Brainiac 5 quickly got to his feet and kicked #2. He went for a punch and missed. #2 man elbowed Brainiac 5 back a few times but then got punched in the face dropping him. #3 and #4 man took hold of Brainiac 5 and threw him through a mirror that shattered glass everywhere. As Brainiac 5 rose back up, #3 and #4 man were already on him. The #3 man took hold of him while #4 gave him a good kick. Brainiac 5 kicked #3 away and then flipped #4 on his back. Brainiac 5 then extended a tentacle around #3 man quickly slitting his throat and gushing blood all over the white floor. The #4 man got into a boxing stance and pounded away at Brainiac 5's midsection, getting some good hits. Brainiac 5 eventually neck-chopped him, kidney-punched him, broke his arm, and then punched him to the face, dropping him. Brainiac 5 then kicked #5 man away and punched #6 to the face dropping him to his knees. Brainiac 5 took hold of #6's hair, punched him to the face, and then kicked him to the chest as he fell. The #5 man charged Brainiac 5 taking them both to the floor. Brainiac 5 quickly overpowered the man and pointed his index finger toward his head. After several seconds of struggling, Brainiac 5 fired a thin tentacle through his index finger into the man's head.
Brainiac 5 then got back to his feet, dusted himself off, and emitted a hologram that made him look as perfect as before. He then casually walked up to one of the injured survivors. "You depend on me. I cook your meals, haul your trash, connect your calls, drive your ambulances, and guard you while you sleep. There are ten of me for every one of you. Don't fuck with me," Brainiac 5 said to him and then walked out.
After the bathroom incident, Kara and Brainiac 5 had a chat. On the large monitor screen was an infrared satellite video of Tyler's house. There were a few dozen men at the house at any given time. "So what? They're gardening, cooking, fixing the house, and hanging out. No different than a frat house," Kara said dismissively.
"We should raid it," Brainiac 5 said seriously.
"On what basis?" Kara asked. "This is why men feel they're being persecuted. Look, I know violent men. I deal with them all the time. I don't see any violence in these men."
"When it comes to human males, you get to know them. Often, you get to love them. They're of no particular use but you keep them around because you think they love you. If you're lucky, you'll never have to know the difference. I have not been so lucky over the centuries. Men will attack women and girls for no particular reason. They just get it in their mind one day. They were sorry afterward, of that, I have no doubt. But those women and girls stayed raped and murdered. Maybe those men never raped or killed before. I didn't concern myself with that. I terminated them all the same. Don't turn your back on men. You may get away with it once or even a hundred times, but in the end, you will get punked," Brainiac 5 warned.
"I'll handle this," Kara promised him.
At the broken-ass house, Linda came to see Tyler. "Who are all these people?" she asked.
"A soap-making company," Tyler lied.
"Can I come in?" Linda asked.
"Tyler isn't here. He went away. He's gone," Tyler said, obviously drunk.
"Well, that's good enough for me," Linda said and went on her merry way.
Meanwhile, members of Tyler's gang detonated a bomb at the base of a globe statue. The globe rolled into a coffee shop destroying it. Brainiac 5 units were on the scene. One drone took aim and shot one of the gang members in the back of the head and another in the leg. After this catastrophe, Tyler met with Linda in person at a restaurant.
"You bore me, Tyler. You're boring me. You got thirty seconds," Linda told him.
"I know I've been acting queer, okay. I know it must seem like there are two sides to me. I've now come to realize something very important. The nature of our relationship hasn't been very clear until now. I know I haven't been treating you very well. You see, I have multi-personality disorder," Tyler revealed.
"Whatever," Linda said unimpressed.
"It's true. When I fall asleep, my other side comes out. That's why you never see me actually go to sleep. I see my other self next to me, talking to me, every so often. He does the things I can't or won't do," Tyler said.
"Like what?" Linda rolled her eyes.
"Like...fuck you, for example," Tyler said awkwardly.
"So...now it's all so clear. The other personality wants to fuck me but not you," Linda said peeved.
"I like you, Linda, but your life is in danger. You need to leave town for a while. Get out of a major city," Tyler said seriously.
"You're an insane person and not in a good way," Linda determined.
"My other self is up to no good, something terrible. It's not safe for you," Tyler beseeched her.
"Shut up, shut the fuck up!" Linda ordered stunning the other patrons. "Tyler, I tried. I really have. There are things I like about you. You're smart, you're funny, and you're spectacular in bed...for a human. But you're also crazy as fuck and that's rich coming from me."
"If you want to never see me again, fine. All I want is to keep you safe," Tyler said sincerely.
"And fuck everyone else in this city?" Linda wondered.
"That's not what I meant," Tyler said defensively.
The patrons of the coffee shop became Brainiac 5 drones and pulled pistols on Tyler. "Please come quietly," Brainiac 5 said to Tyler.
Tyler was brought to an interrogation room where three Brainiac 5 drones interviewed him. A large folder was placed on the table. "As you can see, Mr. Duren, we've had our eye on you for quite some time. It seems you've been living two lives. In one life, you are a recall analyst for a respectable automobile company, you have an ID number, and you help little old ladies carry out their garbage. The other life is in Fight Club where you are guilty of every domestic terrorist crime we have a law for. One of these lives has a future, the other does not," Brainiac 5 said to Tyler.
"In the metropolitan area, we have 200 members, chapters have sprung up in five or six major cities. This is a tightly regimented organization with many cells capable of operating independently of central leadership. Go to my house. It's our headquarters. In the back, buried in the garden, are some bodies. In the bathtub, you will find evidence of nitroglycerin. I believe the plan is to blow up several skyscrapers," Tyler confessed
Brainiac 5 gave Tyler an unimpressed look and then suddenly the three drones took hold of him and slammed him onto a table. "What the fuck?" Tyler shouted as he was restrained. The lead drone then placed a robot insect probe on Tyler's stomach and let it drill inside his belly button into his gut.
"If you really want to help us, you'll lead us right to the bombs," Brainiac 5 said to Tyler. "You're free to go."
That evening, Tyler ran into one of the skyscrapers to stop the evil plan of his other personality. He found a white van in a parking lot under a skyscraper. He found jugs of chemicals and a timed detonator. Tyler managed to deactivate the bomb even as he was being harassed by his other personality. As soon as he did, he got into a fight with himself resulting in him shooting himself in the jaw to defeat his other side.
Kara exited the elevator on the top floor and found Tyler sitting in a chair with a pistol in his hand. "Wow, you look fucked up. What happened to your face? Who did this to you?"
"I did. To defeat my other self," Tyler said insanely. "But it's okay now, trust me. Everything is going to be fine."
Nine other skyscrapers suddenly exploded and collapsed in front of them. Kara eyed the destruction in stunned silence as the skyscrapers toppled and fell. "You met me during a very queer time in my life," Tyler said to her.
Coordinated attacks toppled even more skyscrapers in five other American cities: Los Angeles, Chicago, Houston, Phoenix, and Philadelphia. The destruction of these nine skyscrapers in Metropolis was a 3% blow. These were skyscrapers Kara had built personally with her super-speed. Now, they were just rubble and ash. Since it was at night, the casualty figures were low.
Kara stared out the window as she addressed Tyler. "Are you sorry for your sins...the ones you committed, not your other self?"
"Yeah," Tyler nodded.
"Okay," Kara said somberly. She gave a heavy sigh at the destruction and then focused herself. Once she was over her grief and dismay, she incinerated Tyler on the spot and then walked away.
Tyler's associates and cells were rounded up and put into a prison yard far away from the eyes of the public. Kara eyed the several hundred men who had joined Tyler's movement. "You were once leaders, planners, protectors, providers, and builders...but now, I wonder what any of you are good for," Kara asked rhetorically.
"Now, in this yard, you will fight to the death. Whoever is the one left standing, I will pardon. If there is more than one of you after one hour, I'll execute all those who remain," Kara told them. "Begin."
None of the men moved. Kara eyed the rows of men and saw that none of them were willing to fight to the death to save themselves. Kara sighed and waited for the time to go down. After an hour, two hundred men remained standing in formation. "It's time," Brainiac 5 said to her.
"Well...fuck me," Kara said surprised. She eyed the group manically as she tried to see anyone willing to actually fight for their lives. She finally nodded, closed her eyes, and then incinerated them all in a flash of red light.
Kara then turned to Brainiac 5. "I want a meeting with the highest-ranking female officials to discuss a final solution to this problem."
"I will make all the arrangements," Brainiac 5 promised.