At the top of the spiral tower, in the capital city of Arcadia: Port Haven, there sits a room that is glass on all sides, it stands as the tallest point on the exo-planet, and inside this room the floor is made of black marble and the walls are made of glass, and there is a single chair that sits in this room, a throne that may rotate to observe the entirety of the city.

Port haven is a city of perpetual night and sun, in the sky there are always stars but the streets are always lit by glowing orbs of fire.

ON the training fields just outside the cities, spartan and Drev warriors train in the dark barren wastes of a planet that has only begun to support life. They camp under spires of rock and listen to the wolves howling in the darkness beyond the circular glow of their campfires. Overhead, in the sky, space jellies float as ethereal as ghosts through the darkness.

In pockets around the city, the space jellies are just beginning to nurse their first batch of young onto this strange new planet. The hatcheries are safe locations where gravity bubbles reduce the pull of the planet to zero G-s, and every ay scientists trek to these locations to fit each and every new baby jelly with an antigravity sticker.

It is a world of manmade wonders.

And tonight the chair is occupied, though it is not the city he observes, but the stars above the city, leaning back in the chair and looking up at the sky which goes on for ages, into infinite blackness.

"Each and every day you get closer and closer to becoming a diabolical supervillain."

Adam sat up in his chair and turned to face Sunny, she wasn't wearing her armor, and though he was sure she carried a weapon, he couldn't' see it. Instead she wore an open fronted robe of silk in pearly white. Arcadia had stared new fashion trends among Drev, and decorative clothing was one of those trends. The pearly silk robe glowed pale in the perpetual glow of the city, cascading around her body in a lazy waterfall and spilling gently onto the floor, a shallow hood rested atop her head.

A small smile tugged at the edge of his mouth, "I didn't wake you did I?"

"hard to wake me when you never came to bed." She walked over and rested her hands against the back of the chair. He shifted in his seat, and she took the message, stepping around from behind and sitting next to him. He adjusted his weight, so his legs were thrown over hers, and he was sitting partially on and partially off her lap. Two of her arms wrapped around him, one around his waist and the other around his shoulder as he rested his head against her shoulder.

"Doesn't' everyone aspire to be a dark and brooding supervillain?"

"Mmmm you always struck me as the hero type."

"Yeah, well guess I'm going to have to be the anti-hero for a while." He reached out, lacing the fingers of his right hand through the fingers of her lower left, "I've been worrying about the void."

She squeezed his hand gently, "Why, we haven't heard from them in months."

"I know and that's what worries me. It make me feel like they have some sort of plan we don't know about, and instead of preparing for them, I am just sitting here doing nothing. It feel like I need to have a plan of some kind, but it is hard to come up with a plan when you can't even guess at what you are combating."

She rested her chin against the top of his head, "I suppose that is a perfectly reasonable worry to have."

"I'm glad you see it my way."

He shifted so his head was resting more comfortably against her, and the two of them stared out over the night landscape of Arcadia. The ball lights that provided sustenance to the plants had been dimmed for nighttime. Adam had looked at some studies when building the city, and read that the use of streetlights had a direct correlation with the amount of violent crime, and muggings that happened in inner city areas.

There was no corner of Arcadia that wasn't lit in one way or another at night.

The two of them watched as the dimming bulbs of light slowly shifted to a deep shade of blue, which was a good indicator for night, but had also shown to have calming affects on humans and Drev alike.

Arcadia's crime rate was one of the lowest in the galaxy per capita.

"You haven't been taking the medication." He said, almost out of nowhere. Sunny didn't look down at him her eyes glittering with blue light as she looked out across the city.

"No, I'm not.'

Outside a small silver Jelly floated past the glass. It was no bigger than the palm of a child's hand: a baby.

"Do you mind telling me why. I thought, you once told me you didn't want kids." He did his best to phrase the questions nonchalantly, as if the answers didn't really matter to him, but Sunny could tell by the stillness that this was no small talk.

"Is this what you have really been worrying about?"

"Can you blame me. I don't exactly have a history of being father of the year."

"Adam, your DNA was stolen and used against your will. No one should expect you to be father of the year under those circumstances."

"Conn was."

"Conn is a special case."

"More like a basket case."

The two of them laughed quietly before Sunny grew serious again, "All I am saying is that you were never given a choice."

"Is this going to be different."

There was a pause for a long time, and the stars overhead continued to rotate slowly, "That's why I came up here." She finally said.

He waited.

"I.... lied when I said I didn't want them. I was.... Afraid I would turn out like my mother. I was angry and hopeless, and I knew it wouldn't happen anyway, so I thought it was better to just accept reality and move on with my life, but now...."

"Now the option is open again."

"Yes.... Now the option Is open again, and I'm not worried about becoming my mother.... And I have you." She reached over with her remaining free hand and tilted his head back to look up at her. His mechanical eye glowed green.

"Is this really the best time?"

"Adam, there is never a best time, there is only the time that we have, and I am afraid it might not be long."

He shook his head, "How can that make sense, if the universe is coming to an end so soon, why would we want to see someone grow up in that."

"A human once taught me that we can find happiness at any time, besides I am not going to stop living my life simply because there is a chance that it will be over soon. If everyone thought that way no one would ever do anything. If I am just going to die tomorrow, then what is the point of trying to better myself, why do we even bother?" She shook her head, "No, this is all the more reason to do what we want. If time is only limited than there is no point waiting and twiddling our thumbs over anything. Do what we know we can do, and figure it out along the way."

He tilted his head to look at her watching her golden eyes glitter at him through the dark. When he next spoke his voice was soft, "You're serious about this."

It was not a question.

"Yes." She said softly

He stood just then keeping hold of her hand, and she stood with him. It was only a few steps to the short spiral stairs that led down into the upper rooms of the spiral tower. Water trickled in a continual stream down one wall and into a recess in the floor, little neon strips of glowing light, lit up the display in deep blue, matching the city's nighttime landscape. The water followed along the edge of the wall and through the expansive apartment into the living room where it pooled in a shallow fountain. Small aquatic flowers floated atop the pool glowing bioluminescent orange in the darkness. Small fish-like creatures populated the pond, primarily covered in silver scale. At the back of the pond, the trunk of a tree sprouted from the water, climbing the wall and sending branches out through the vaulted space. The bark of the tree was silver, and the leaves were iridescent blue, its leaves hanging like that of a weeping willow. Small glowing lanterns hung from its branches.

"Do you believe I am ready for something like that?"

She looked him over lit as he was in the glowing ambient light filtering down from the branches of the tree.

"Yes, I do."

He sighed deeply, "Then if you think so, I trust your judgement.... You deserve whatever happiness I can give you."

He pulled off his long, black coat and tossed it to the side where it caught on one of the low hanging branches of the tree.

The chest plate of his body armor whirred as it began to unlock .

She caught his hand as the pulse armor released, "IF you don't want to do this, I will not force you to."

He smiled at her, "You aren't forcing me. I promise."

The pulse armor fell onto the floor, and he stepped out of the gravity boots onto cold stone peeling off the chest plate and setting it more gently to the side. The holster rig around his hips and upper thighs loosened as well, and he set his weapons to the side. The windows darkened automatically sealing them off from the rest of the world.

He stepped forward to where she waited. He didn't look at her at first, resting his hands against the carapace of her chest, warm and smooth under his hands which he slid up to rest on her shoulders. He paused there for a moment and then used both hands to push away the silk of her open fronted pearl robe, which cascaded to the ground in rippling silence, where it lay like a puddle of moonlight on the floor, glittering under the silver lamplit branches of the alien tree.

***

"General it is time."

"Time for what."

"Time to wake behemoth from his thousand year slumber."