#dr.revolution

As Cella was dragged out, restrained she tried to hide her sunken eyes and exhausted expression from others.  What dwindling pride she had left was quickly fading in her defeat, but nevertheless it was still trying to find something to cling onto nonetheless.

Defeat...

If she were optimistic she might be able to imagine some scenario where she could still put her plan into action.  Escape her captors, use her powers to make some grand exit, and from there plot anew in the shadows of some underground laboratory.  After all, she could recoup her losses, she still had contacts, she still had a lot despite having nothing here.

But in truth she was too tired, too drained, and too defeated to even entertain the thought of possibly trying to make a getaway.  What was the point at this rate?  

She had put so much time and energy into this project abandoned so many of her original morals and now was basically alone.  Starting up again would like trying to crawl out of quicksand.  Or maybe there would be some people who would be so quick on her trail that even attempting anything at this point would be a fools errand and only lead to a quick grave.

So what then?  Was she doomed to rot in a cell for the rest of her life?  It was a fair and just punishment sure but that didn't mean that she'd have to like it.  

"I'll help..."

She mumbles at first because she's worried someone will sock her in the jaw if she speaks too loudly.

"With Ivo's power, I can try and help to bring back the others.  And before you all come at me for suggesting that I'm doing this as some means of escaping whatever punishment I've assured myself... don't be fooled.  I know when I've been beaten."

And in fairness this was a selfish goal but selfish goals can be for good use can't they?

Fergus is right, even if it’s a hard truth for Shougo to admit. They’ve always been selfish about these things.

Selfishly loving their mother despite the murders she committed, selfishly trying to save Ana regardless of who else could get hurt by their plans, and selfishly wanting to go back to a time where they could trust Pheo again.

They know they can’t, though, not fully. Shougo still loves her, but since she lied and said she hated them to push them away, since she pressed a button condemning someone else knowing what it would do, since she faked her death and acted with the person responsible for all of this, their trust has broken. 

No one can run from consequences forever, but at least there’s a chance to repair some of the damage done. No matter what happens going forward, those two turned back before it was completely too late, at least.

“Pheo and Leo...were the ones who worked on the DNA splicing and stuff, from what they said. So if it’s possible to use Ivo’s power on the people in stasis, they’d be the ones we’d look to, right?”

“So then…”

What do they need Cella for?

Shougo hesitates to voice the question out loud, but it’s not difficult to reach the conclusion that cooperating with Cella isn’t completely necessary now that her helpers have turned on her. It’d be easy to throw her to the side, but...

“Doctor. The odds are turning against you, so...wouldn’t it be smarter to let some things go? You may have a better shot that way. If you keep fighting to keep us here, it’s very likely to go poorly for you.”

Perhaps that’s another selfish desire of theirs, to test if the woman who respected them is still convincible. 

“Even if you do manage to escape, you’re just gonna be running from guilt and consequences forever. Is that really how you want to spend your life? If you can help make up for what you’ve destroyed instead, wouldn’t that just make your endeavors more valuable?” 

Whether what they say matters or not, Shougo won’t be satisfied if they don’t at least try.

"It's been a thing since The Roswell Incident." 

Luckily she didn't have to explain that part in detail since Fergus was quick to clear things up for them.

"...Do not compare me to some ancient meme.  I've got evidence on my side that goes more than just shouting 'aliens' at a camera." 

She huffed, getting annoyed that they'd imply that she's not good at using factual evidence. 

"Technically you're right, it's possible that there are some aliens among us.  However there's a gap in your knowledge, I can't blame you for not knowing as it wasn't explicitly stated in the report but I can fill you in on all the unknowns."

She cracked her knuckles.

"Let me make things explicitly clear, the aliens that crashed onto earth were reported to have had purple-pink bodies.  Large bulbous heads and small short appendages, similar to the bots as you've seen.  I've explained that the bots here are based on the Soleil aliens."

"The details of how they arrived are as follows, they crashed onto this planet and were taken care of by the scientists and researchers that found them.  However the damage to them was too severe for them to survive long and in their final moments they imparted their gift of super powers onto those researchers before they passed away.  Turning to untraceable dust in the process.  Supposedly as a gift in hopes that we could use their powers better than they had, after that powers spread like a disease and were passed on each generation after."

"I mean... it makes sense to me.  Mutations like these don't happen in an entire species overnight, pass on generation through generation without some kind of outside influence.  What did you think that we magically just unlocked some gene in our bodies?  Or that some horrific science experiment caused it to happen by chance?  Get real."

And she turned back to Fergus who made it quite clear that the three of them, Red, Leo, and herself, would all be under quite a bit of legal recourse if they weren't to get away.

"Thank you, but no I think that I'm quite content not being in the confines of a super villain prison system.  Even if... they're fine with it, I've got too much riding on my success to be jailed now." 

Cella can only stare as Minbot goes to give Red a hug and she can’t believe what she’s seeing.

She’s losing… to a stupid robot!?

She couldn’t even formulate an argument against Minbot because she was right!  Her teeth just grinded against themselves as her fists quivered by her side.

She could say something like ‘Ivo invited the people here not her’ or deflect blame in other ways.  But that wasn’t the point she was trying to emphasize.  She was just a twisted asshole, that’s really what it came down to wasn’t it?

“…The big picture is the only picture that matters to me.”

She knows the sunkey cost fallacy, she knows that realistically she should just quit while she’s… not as far down the hole as she could be.

But pride is often a bigger pull on one’s emotions than logic, even for someone like Cella.

Gabibot’s words seem to calm her down, or at least enough to the point where she doesn’t look like she’s ready to fling everyone into one another’s.  

Someone who understood!  Even if in a bittersweet way they were perhaps correct that any changes, observations, or conversations with alien life would be so far flung in the future that they’d all be dead most likely.

Gabibot’s been the most convincing thus far for allowing them all to live, and there’s a moment of hesitation where she’s considering it in full.  She could just live and let live, do her own thing and turn her back on this planet and move towards bigger and better things at this point. 

Why doesn’t she just get up and leave?  Is it paranoia?  An uncertainty that even if everyone were to promise to keep quiet that someone would foil her plans?

“…”

She’s been ominously quiet, maybe because all the points have continued to hammer home.  Or she doesn’t have the confidence in herself to refute them in full.  

“I don’t need to see it, I can imagine what the world will look like myself.  It’ll be better, it’ll be one without fear of catastrophe.  That’s all the motivation I’ll need to keep going.  I don’t need anyone else.  It’s fine if I go on this”

Now she’s even having her own words thrown at her.  A few minutes ago she was shouting at the top of her lungs to get her ideals through their thick skulls, maybe the shift to a somewhat more compassionate approach was having an affect on her.  Especially now that her two partners had turned on her.

  The news that they won’t be let off this island as long as Cella’s in charge does a strange amount to embolden Shougo--they’d like to go home, of course, but they’d also rather die than have to wait and let Cella go on her fool’s errand to space.

Then the cage zapping around them is released, which only bolsters their confidence despite the temporary vertigo from being dropped. The friends they’d made meant something.

Leo had the capacity for kindness, no matter how much bitterness he might have been hiding. Shougo wasn’t wrong about seeing that in him and calling him a friend.

Pheo chose them. She’d said she meant it when she told Shougo she adored them, and there’s no more doubt with this.

“About time you...stubborn jerks...ihi...”

They can’t help tearing up a little. It’d be great to be able to hold Pheo if they weren’t suspended in midair right now.

“You’re wrong, Cella. It’s not that we gave people false hope...Pheo and I gave something else to each other. I’m sure it applies to the others too…”

The newfound confidence prompts them to fish through their pockets, for the vines they usually use, anchoring them around the podium below them as they keep talking: who knows if they’ll set off Cella further, and this way they have a better chance of not being sent to be a splatter against the wall.

"Anyway, what was that you said before?"

“You’ll prove them wrong again, huh? Who? The people who laughed at your thesis? Yeah, they’ll feel awfully fucking stupid centuries from now when the great Dr. Revolution saved the world with her corporate money from a dead freak and her cheeked-up butler! The way you talk, how generations ahead will thank you for committing the atrocities no one else had the guts to...is it really us you’re convincing, Doctor? You accuse us of self-importance, but...what about you?”

“How much of this is about creating a better future, and how much is about satisfying your own pride? It seems awfully skewed from where I’m standing. Besides, you won’t even get to see the improved society that praises your work down the line--you’ll be fucking dead! You’ll be alone in space for the rest of your life and you'll still feel shitty and alone even if you're right! You’re thinking about the world so many years into the future that you can’t see what’s in front of you!”

They clench their fists, and seeing the flickers of anxiety in Cella’s face, they can’t help but think about the woman they spoke to before. Completely rejecting her is slightly out of Shougo’s reach, even if they can never forgive her. 

After all, they've experienced colossal failure and the upending of their perspective too. They only got past it because they weren't alone. 

“Maybe...it’s not too late for you to see it, though. You’ve been trying to bury your remorse and doubt because you think it’s holding you back, but...”

“Guilt is an indicator that you’ve made a mistake to keep you from repeating it, the same way pain tells you that something’s wrong. You’re the one who told me that, Doctor.”

“One must start with generalizations and observations if they are to make a proper hypothesis.  That’s what good science is based off of.  Give me just a glimpse at what the aliens can do we’ll be that much closer to have a reasonable society again.”

Why don’t they get it?  This isn’t normal, this isn’t how the world is supposed to be.  Don’t get that!?  Fergus of all people should understand how much better everyone’s lives could be!

“You’re telling me were meant to live in a society where someone could level a city because they were having a bad day?  That’s the kind of society you think is normal?  We don’t eve know what the aliens society is like.  Maybe only one of them has powers, or maybe they’ve millions of years to figure this out.  We’ve had it for what… a couple of generations.”

She’s not convinced, she’s been self assured time and time again the these powers are on the whole a net negative than a net positive.  Even if Fergus’ arguments are sound.

“At least back then the average layman wouldn’t have access to rocket batteries or nuclear warheads.  We have people who can conjure pseudo-black holes, make people fall to sleep by singing, and conjure cyber creatures.  You’re telling me that you’d rather a world where every person is a walking weapon than one where at least you’d have to get a weapon to be a legitimate threat?”

Change… they kept on repeating that phrase.  What was the point of it?  Sure in small scale it was great, wonderful, people should change.  But what would that matter on a ruined planet?

“I don’t care about their change, if they want to feel good about becoming better people than good for them.  Maybe in whatever afterlife there is they can talk about that in length.  You can change people, but do you know how hard and how long it would be to change a society of people?  A whole planet’s worth?  You’re all so tied down to your ideal happy-go-lucky solutions that you can’t think two steps ahead!  Like a heroic speech is going to change anything!  Where has that gotten us!?  Nowhere!  I’ll take something new, I’ll take this risk over your pointless and useless words anyday.  Your best isn’t good enough!  We need something better!  We need a workable solution!”

Her fuming is halted when Leo speaks up. She’s almost forgotten that she had lifted both him and Red up.

[♫♫♫]

“Well… I mean of course I didn’t do this all myself.  I don’t mean to lessen your impact on any of this either…”

Wait what was he reaching for?  His weapon?  Did he plan to cut the others down for speaking against her so sharply or…?

Again her thoughts were interrupted as she was completely caught off gaurd by Red’s words.  So much so that for a moment everyone feels that they fall for a split second before Rev unsteadily orients them back into her orbit once again.

“Is… now really the time for this!?”

For someone who thinks themselves highly as a genius, she can’t really see where all this is headed.  Even as Red pulls the remote out she’s unsure as to what she’s going to do.  Even if it’s obvious to everyone else, even if her inevitably betrayal is so clear and certain…

Cella can’t even fathom that as an outcome that can occour.

Until it happens, and her reality is shaken.

“…”

For once she’s without words, maybe because she was intently listening to Red, or maybe her head was still reeling from what she had just witnessed.

She’s sure that she’s misheard, or maybe in the high of all her explaining that her mind must’ve conjured some illusion before her.  That’s happened before to others hasn’t it?  The mania and excitement gets to them and their mind plays tricks upon them.

But when she blinked, when she repeated the words in her head it she couldn’t chalk it up to a mental mishap.  

“Why…?”

Surely it was a mistake.

“I don’t get it… why are you doing this?”

Maybe some fault of her own?

“Was it something that I said, or did?  Was I taking too much credit?  You both know how much I appreciate and value you don’t you?”

Had she not shown her appreciation enough?  Was she too cold to her partners?

“Red… we can still go to space together.  And Leo you could get all the support from me that you could ever ask for.”

Everything is unstable, people rise and fall, speed up and slow down, if you’re fast enough you can probably slip out of her field of control as she grapples with the betrayal before her.

“I just… you all knew what I was doing.  I never lied about my intentions, or my plans, or anything to you!  Why are you sudden against all this now!?”

Ah… it starts to dawn on her… why this is all happening.

“I warned you both against this,  told you time and time again not to get close to them.  Not to think of them anymore than lambs to the slaughter.  But no, you had to get attached, you had link yourselves to them.”

It was their fault.  All they were supposed to do was fight, murder, and die.  And somehow they ended up doing something much, much worse!

“I knew that this would happen.  I saw the signs, the warning, and I should’ve cut off those issues than let them fester into the infections that they’ve become now."  

Everything is obvious in hindsight, but she thought better of them.  She believed in them, she thought that they’d be able to stand by her side no matter what happened through and through.  

Do they think that they’re rats fleeing some sinking ship?  Did they never truly believe in her?

"What do you even hope to gain?  Forgiveness?  Redemption?  A second chance?  Where do you think you’re going to go after all this!?  You think that they won’t turn you in to the authorities, or beat the ever loving crap out of you for what we’ve done?  This show of comradery won’t get you what you think it will!  I’m offering you a way out!  Even if you don’t want to come with me I can help you…!”

Ah hubris, the slayer of kings and gods.  And now it has come to take Cella down.

“…Fine, you’ve made your choice.  And I hope you’re happy with it, and I hope you’re all happy with what you’ve done to them.  Give them the false hope that somehow this is better than what I can offer them!" 

They probably are if their words are any indication.  As for Cella she can’t help but ball up her fists as she glares between Leo and Red.

What use is a star with no orbiting bodies?

The point is further hammered home with Angelbot is quite content reminding her that she is in fact alone, outnumbered, and probably outmatched if it really came down to it.

"It’s… it’s fine.  I don’t need…”

She doesn’t need anyone, what difference does it make now?  Who cares if she’s alone… again.  She was prepared for that wasn’t she?

“I’m used to being alone, whether I’m surrounded by people or by asteroids it’ll be the same.  I know what I’m doing is for the greater good… I know it is!  So stop talking to me like… you know what’s wrong with me!  You think that everything is just going to end up being okay if you take me to some bar and show me a good time!?”

Though she’d be lying if she didn’t think that it would be fun to have one bar crawl before being off among the stars.

“That’s always been the burden of the wise.  To be hated and resented for bringing about radical change when no one will get their side of the story!  The people they’ll… they’ll thank me long after I’m gone!  I don’t need to consult them!  One day they’ll look up and see what’s around them and realize that I’ll have granted this all to them.  Even… even if it cost lives!”

She knew she was human, she could only dream of having immortality and being able to live eons and see what she always dreamed of.  But Angelbot was right she was human, for all it’s faults and benefits.  That was one fact that she couldn’t escape.

“Any rich madman…?" 

She figures that Angelbot has a decent point.  In fact she knows that there was another organization doing what she was doing before she could even get her foot in the same door.  And she knew that they were right in that humans were… annoyingly stubborn and hardy.  

She remembered when she was going things about her own pace.  Even before the murder games she was set to do this one way or another.  Sure it probably would’ve taken more years to get launched and even more years to properly function.  But it wouldn’t have been with bloodshed.  Had her passion taken away her humanity?  So eager to be among the stars that she failed to see her proper place on earth?

"I didn’t forget about them!  I gave them everything that I had, trust, respect, I would give them the world and everything on it if they asked.  But they clearly…”

She choked up for a moment.  She didn’t want to show weakness, or sorrow, or anything less than control.

“Clearly they let something else take hold of them.  What use is there in remorse!?  Regret and remorse are things that stop normal people from achieving greatness.  I won’t be stopped!  Not by you, not by them, not even by… the people I called my partners.”

She sniffled as she rubbed her hand across her nose, but kept her eyes dry.

Friends… she thought she had those.  Maybe she still does but her stubbornness and unwillingness to admit her own wrongdoings is pushing them further and further away.  Like a rouge planet flung from it’s star system.

“You want to revive the dead for some… ceremony…?" 

She’s actually unsure what to think at this point.

”…“

The irritation was speaking again.

"It's a generalization you fool.  Of course I'm trying to save people." 

Why did she think that Nate of all people would understand this? 

"You think that I'm doing this to save just some floating rock in space with water and trees?  Do you think that just because I'd let a microscopic amount of people die to help the greater good that I don't care?  That I don't want to help?  That I believe the entirety of the human race must be purged from the planet?"

She laughs, though it's mixed with anger as she listens more and more to Nate.  She never got along with him, could never understand his methods, or his means, or his simpleminded philosophy.  

"Do you think that I had some horrific trauma?  Some bad run in with a hero or villain like the rest of you?  I do this because I think it's the right and proper solution.  The only means of making sure things work out.  I'm sound of mind, spirit, and body.  I have the conviction and determination to do what needs to be done, unlike the rest of the cowardice world that would rather fester in this sinking society.  I care, and I don't need your approval to prove it."

She might not need their approval, but she sure does hate hearing some of the words coming out of their mouths. 

"Tch...!"  

That comment about her being nothing sure does trike a nerve though.

"What's worse then?  You think you all know better and what have you all attempted to do to remedy anything?  Go on, I want to hear it.  Is it property damage?  Beating up villains to near death?  Or maybe just enough so that they throw in the towel on villainy.  Better education?  Preventive services?  Surveillance?  Truly, I want to hear your soltuion, any solution reasonable long term solution.  I bet you can't though.  I bet that your simpleminded solutions are always what ends up getting someone hurt.  Please, tell me what you would do to stop the world from sinking further?  To stop villain's from destroying cities and killing innocents en masse.  I'll tell it to you straight.  What the fate is of people like you."

"You. Will. Be. NOTHING.  Another battered and ruined bulwark trying to hold off the endless tide of 'people' that you so generously care about that won't care for you.  You and every hero on this planet will either break, die, or turn sides to survive in our crumbling world.  A spent torch that once it's fire has been engulfed in blackness will be tossed away into the pile of refuse."

Now that she got that anger out of her system she's gone back to being sarcastic.

"Oh you're right Nate, when I think catastrophic world ending events I think of a small group of people being forced to kill one another on an island.  Truly, some upstart villian will learn from me and apply this across the entire world one day and I'll have no one to blame but myself.  Get real, the world won't end because someone looked to me and this project, in reality it will be something much simpler.  Someone will want power and they'll do anything to get it, they'll have the means, and then they'll tear the world apart to do it, and they won't have remorse."

"I'm not saying I'll stop crime in total, no one can do that short of literally killing every human on earth.  But I can at least minimize the type of damage done.  That should at least make sense to you don't you think?"

Why is she even asking?  She knows that they won't care, that they won't understand.  So few of them are choosing to understand and yet she still attempts time and time again.  Why bother at this point, these fools just want something to bash their fists and head against.

"Another horrific symptom of this society is the inflated sense of self importance.  Every person suddenly thinks they can take on the world.  For good or for evil.  But everyone meets their match someday, to someone, it's happened here enough times for you to know that as fact don't you think?  But fine, I'll oblige,  you know I've never really been the sadistic type.  But I think I'm going to take great pleasure in watching your futile struggle for awhile, if only so that I can watch you realize how little you matter in the grand scheme of things.  "  

She was already heated, but Tsuki's comments just give her a flashback to those inflammatory comments made by Artemis.

  "..."

She really hates these damn bots.  But she can't let herself lose her cool, even if she really wants to just vent.

"I'm starting to see a correlation between intelligence and how vocal some of you are choosing to be about my supposed failure.  You must think that you're funny, that's fine.  I'm no stranger to fools misunderstanding and mocking me."

"I've told you once, I'll tell you again.  Creating a first of it's kind self sustain space station meant for interstellar travel isn't something that you can just hash out on the first draft, or the first hundred drafts.  You learn how to fix, alter, and improve, as you do with any project as large as this one.  The money doesn't make me smarter, but it does expand the possibilities I can explore and speed up that process.  I'm certain that MHEC will also be helpful in that regard as well."

As for whether the aliens would see them as a threat or not...

"Maybe it was an experiment, maybe it was an accident, but I doubt that if they can give powers like these that they'd be afraid of us.  Chances are they can wield such powers themselves and have had ages to improve and perfect them, longer than we have.  They can't see us as threats, in the same way that you can't see a gnat as anything more than perhaps a small annoyance." 

At least she hopes, it'll be real awkward if her sudden introduction to the aliens leads to them wanting to burn their planet down.

For once he does make a decent point.

  "Well... there's always risk, but one can imagine that their reaction won't be one of fire and fury.  Not at first, and not if we don't give them a reason.  I'm willing to take that risk, after all no one else seems to be willing."

"There are many smart people in the world, and it's true that many of them probably could attempt what I'm doing with less money, more time, and less killing games and if they're truly wise they'll know that seldom can complex creations be made in such few attempts.  You try to shame me for my failures and revisions, but that's the tactic of someone who hasn't labored themselves on such things."

She got mad before, she's not going to get upset again.  She was the person in control here after all.

"You're right, many of the fools here are orbiting around me in cages of electricity.  Truly, there must be many vocal idiots here that must think they know better simply because they can shout rather loudly."

Now that... was the most unexpected question that she's gotten all day.  

"...Hmm, speaking from experience of having immense pressure on you  Well, I'll be honest.  I've never thought once about what the ULF might be feeling as a... 'person' if I dared to even call it that.  It's a tool to me, and a living organism second. I suppose you have a point, if it doesn't want to fight or follow my orders I certainly can't make it.  But I sure as hell can... 'convince' it to do so.  Even the most basic of creatures have a self preservation instincts after all."

"Hah."

She can't help but release a single arrogant laugh from her chest before raising an eyebrow at Gabibot.

"Oh I'm sure that many of them want to hurt me, I bet some of them want to kill me even.  But the difference between desires and action is what's keeping them alive right now.  If they so much as flinch in the wrong way I can and will eliminate you."

"Despite having everything planned it's not as though I have this space colony ready to go right away you know.  And if I were to let you all go what's to stop you from rattling to to the police, the media, or your super hero grandmother who could pose a serious risk to me and my plans?  Sure I'm fast and efficient but even having all this power and manufacturing at my disposal means I'm going to need to have to actually build it you know.  And in that period where it's under construction would be really, really, really, annoying to deal with people busting in and breaking all that I've worked on."

Her gaze shifts between Gabibot and Abe.  Again a cocky smile growing on her face.

"A more arrogant person would let you all vote and regardless of the outcome do whatever they wanted.  I'll do what a smart person does and simply not give you any control over that."

"The point was to round you all up and then execute you and add your data to the ULF, there's also the issue of that meddlesome Shoko but all problems will be dealt with in due time.  Still, some of you certainly have been more or less understanding of your current position and others still seem to be in need of proper convincing.  Maybe I really will release the ULF, let it stretch it's legs and arms.  After all I do need to ensure that it's in proper condition before I use it for my own means."

"Unless you're all fine with waiting here in some form of captivity, no contact with the outside world until I'm finished.  You know what that means right?  No other friends, no other family, none of that.  Though I might be able to make some sort of scheduled message you can send and receive that we'd have to vet through.  Sorry Abe, I can appreciate your enthusiasm, but you sadly don't fit in my current plans.  Survive all this though and I'll give you 10 million dollars for certain, surely you can wait a little longer for that no?"

"I chose nothing, this was Ivo's idea, I just streamlined everything once he had the base of the project all squared away.  Either way, from what I remember of Ivo's plan the idea was to supercharge your potential land DNA by putting you into this stressful situation.  And can you say it hasn't worked?  All of you have had amazing leaps in strength, speed, and potential with your powers and abilities.  Naturally this also extends to me as well... terrifying isn't it?  Did you need to be dead?  I believe so."

"Still I don't expect you to tuck away your emotions, but frankly I don't care about your feelings.  You can hate me and wish me dead, that won't stop me.  But maybe you can find some peace in knowing that this was all worth something."  

The last few questions are perhaps the most hard hitting and difficult questions for her to consider.  After all, she has had ample time to think them over.

What if they're eons away and nothing she could make to hope to reach them.  What if they're too well hidden to be found by any conventional technology?  What if they refuse to start a dialogue on the grounds that they think themselves so much mightier and more intellectual than us.  

It's there for a moment, but nevertheless it's there.

Hesitation and doubt.

The killers of ambition.

"There's never any guarantees in science, but if you saw a pile of ants suddenly able to communicate with humans, making technology or tools to facilitate travel and survival techniques just to speak with you I'd imagine you'd be at least a little more interested in them to do more than just passively observe.  Maybe you're right, maybe they want to see what we'll do with these powers and how they will affect our planet.  I've seen enough, we've all seen enough haven't we?  How many pointless deaths due to villainy have we seen?  Abuses in power simply because some person had the literal super power to control others or become a golden beacon of good even if they're corrupt as the lowest circle of hell?  We simply aren't meant to have these powers and damnit someone has to try and make that point.  I have to try!  I..."

She shook her head and tried to calm down.

"Look, whatever they are they chose not to wipe us out and exploit our planet for resources.  That's a good enough start to know that they at least see some form of reason.   It's simply a hypothesis, maybe they won't listen to me but maybe they'll at least show themselves to us and we can all talk to them, get them to understand what we're going through."

"As for why me?  Well why not?  As far as I know I'm the only person on this planet attempting something like... well not quite.  There was one other organization but they were met with... complications.  The only reason I'm special is because I'm attempting it, nothing more, nothing less.  If others wanted to try this out I'd be happy, but as it stands we're stuck rutting about with out own hero lifestyle and just trying to make it through each day without getting anything done."

She sighed, and tapped her foot insistently on the floor.