Themyscira had just been officially recognised as its own independent country, with the right to be represented in offical government meetings and decisions. Every single channel was covering the story, with the small exception of a few that were tailored towards kids, and so finding a television station that wasn't presently celebrating this development was a difficult task. Harper had eventually given up on the search for a decent show, and instead left it on an interview with Wonder Woman in the background whilst she worked on her singularity inducer; with the hope of modifying it for research purposes instead of destructive.

The inducer was an incredible piece of technology, perhaps beyond her understanding. That wasn't going to stop her from at least attempting to crack it open.

"What will Themyscira's sovereignty mean to the rest of the world?" Harper heard one of the reporters ask Diana, and glanced up for long enough to see the impressive crowd of journalists. Among the plethora of faces, she saw the very familiar one of Clark Kent obscured by a thick pair of glasses and a hat that looked like it walked straight out of the 1950s. He was taking notes, but didn't look interested in asking any questions; he was obviously there to support Diana, more so than catching a good story.

"Primarily, it will mean that any attempts at invading or exploiting my country will harbour real legal consequences." Wonder Woman answered with all the eloquence expected of an Amazon princess.

Harper unscrewed the interior housings of several components of the singularity inducer, furrowing her brow. It wasn't often that she was stumped by technology, especially technology designed by a counterpart of hers. However, this was created by the progenitor a few years ago, and clones didn't receive the new memories of the original Harper Reid; probably because she didn't want them to know what she was scheming. It was fairly obvious that Harper specialised in mechanical engineering and not physics. Perhaps she needed to call Ray Palmer for help...

"Are there any plans for further outreach from your fellow Amazons? An embassy, perhaps?" The voice of a second reporter wavered a little louder above the crowd.

Diana shook her head. "My people are extremely reclusive and skeptical of the outside world, even more so than the Atlanteans. For now, being recognised as an independent nation and earning a seat in the United Nations is prize enough. Perhaps some time in the future, international relations will be considered."

"The people of Themyscira have been described as barbaric by many reporters and news outlets. What do you have to say about their fears of an Amazon invasion?"

Harper paused her work and lifted her eyes to the television screen once more. She looked for any sign of anger in Diana's eyes at such unfounded fears, but found none. She dropped her head and continued tweaking with the inducer's gravitational stabilisers as Wonder Woman replied "My Amazon sisters have lived in ecstasy for millennia. The only time we ever decided to enter Man's World was when it was threatened by Ares, God of War. As you know, it was none other than myself who embarked on that quest. If we wished to invade, we would have done so centuries ago."

There was the distinct sound of flashing camera's and scribbling pens, which proved to be difficult noises to ignore whilst Harper attempted to reconfigure some of the internal wiring.

"What do your Justice League cohorts think about this historic event?"

"They have been supportive through the entire process. They wish for all people to be recognised as equals, so for a country to be formally recognised as such is always an occasion worthy of celebration for them."

"How about the mysterious recent addition to the League; Hyperion?"

Harper paused again at the sound of her code name, curiosity flooding through her. Past the occasional news section about her introduction to the Justice League, and the headlines asking 'man or machine?' on the papers every few weeks, it wasn't often that Harper heard herself mentioned. That wasn't what had grabbed her attention though. She was more interested in what Diana had to say, since they had rarely had the opportunity to speak with one another.

"Hyperion is largely disinterested in political affairs. She is finely-focused like a laser, so she rarely looks away from her work. I admire her for that."

Harper smirked. That was certainly a lot better than what she had been expecting.

"So, to confirm, Hyperion is not a machine but a woman? And she controls all the different variations of mechs that we've seen?" The same reported asserted, a small wave of intrigue in his tone.

Diana crossed her arms at his obvious surprise at this news. "Does that shock you?"

The journalist immediately quietened in fear of sounding ignorant. Harper, on the other hand, could understand his confusion. After all, she rarely showed her face to the public. Even if she did, they weren't likely to recognise her outside of those bulky suits.

Another reporter continued the storyline of the previous one. "There hasn't been any real press releases about Hyperion. Is there anything else you can tell us about her?"

"She is a former military operative who builds and pilots exoskeletal suits designed for specialised purposes. She was initially embedded in the League for a short-time partnership, but was eventually granted full-membership."

"She is now the fourth person to be included in the Justice League roster that relies solely on technology. Two of these members, Cyborg and Blue Beetle, are using alien tech. Red Tornado is something that we can't even begin to understand. Is this not a little concerning? Especially if a time ever comes where technology turns against us, like it already has done so many times in the past?"

Harper reseated the singularity inducer and rolled her eyes. People had always been sceptical of technology; it was an unknown. Even to understand it meant accepting that there were many other things that you could never grasp.

"Three of those four are people controlling technology, not the other way around. Red Tornado is an exception, but we must not fear him without reason. He has saved many lives and more than earned his place on the League."

Harper gave a heavy exhale, and rested the device on top of her workbench. She had almost thought to watch the rest of the interview when a low rumbling emanated from the inducer. Harper's eyes narrowed at the sound. That certainly wasn't meant to happen. As far as she was aware, the damn thing wasn't even turned on.

In an instant, the space in front of her shifted. It cracked open, like a large mouth, and Harper was sent tumbling inside. She fell, too shocked to even scream, for what felt like hours before another opening revealed itself. She dropped into an open field, looking up hazily as the rip in the sky closed.

It was clear that the singularity device had malfunctioned, but she had tampered with it so extensively that she somehow managed to create a wormhole instead of a black hole. She had to at least be grateful for that dire coincidence. A black hole would have stretched her apart, but a wormhole was more like a kink in fourth dimension that bended time and space. She wasn't entirely sure what would happen once someone was transported directly through one though...

Harper immediately analysed herself for any oddities, but everything seemed normal...apart from the fact that she still couldn't feel her legs. With the beginnings of panic finally starting to hit her, Harper's eyes flickered at her surroundings. Her wheelchair hadn't come with her, and she was surrounded by tall blades of grass with wheat growing in the not-so-far distance. She looked for a sign that might tell her where she had landed, but there was none to be seen, and her heart was beating so rapidly against her chest that she thought it might break every single rib on its way out. The only option was to crawl until she found something...anything.

As she was steeling herself for the embarrassing task, she heard a voice as deep as thunder...but there was a softness to it that hid beneath the greying clouds. "What are you doing here?"

Harper looked over her shoulder to see a man towering above her. The sun lingered behind his head and it blinded her momentarily. She blinked her watering eyes, then tried again to make out the lines of his face. He had a strong jaw with heavy stubble, and hair darker than ink with a few strands of grey breaking the colour. It was long enough to be tied into a low ponytail. More than anything his eyes pierced through like two pristine gems of sapphire. Harper gasped. "C-Clark?"

The man's expression didn't change. It was hard, and stern, and completely bereft of the usual light that filled Superman's face. He was older too. Much more than she remembered. Clark crossed his arms and examined her. "Did you make another clone?"

"Me?" Harper stumbled to try and comprehend what he had just asked her. "No... What the hell's going on around here?"

"You should be the one telling me that." Clark frowned. "You're the one that's trespassing on my farm."

She ignored his words only because she couldn't quite hear him over the blood gushing through her veins. "You're...so old. I saw you yesterday and you looked nothing like this... Did something happen?"

Clark examined her once more, this time his eyes halted at her abdomen. Clearly, he had seen the missing vertebrae in Harper's spine and deduced that she was paralysed from the waist down. "You're...not the Harper that I know now. You're the Harper I knew back then."

The woman turned her nose up at his muttering. "Are you high?"

"You're not suppose to be here." Clark said so seriously that it was starting to become a little unnerving. He wasn't acting like himself. He was always so welcoming and friendly...though Harper had always hated it, she now wished that he would revert back to it.

"Yet here I am." Harper retorted with an air of impatience. "If you're not gonna tell me what's going on, can you at least take me to someone who will?"

Clark ran a hand through his long hair and clenched his teeth in annoyance; it was an expression that Harper had never seen him wear before. "Look, I don't want to get involved in this again. I'll take you to the Hall of Justice, but after that you're on your own."

Harper fell silent for several seconds, attempting to find answers in the eyes of a man that was so distant from the world that he was practically a shadow. Then, she nodded.

He scooped her up into his incredibly large arms, and within the next breath he had lifted them into the sky. Clark was a little more careless than usual. He flew so fast that Harper was forced to hold onto him for dear life, and by the time he finally stopped she was dizzy from how quickly the surroundings had sped passed her.

The Hall of Justice looked different as he carried her inside. The walls looked rebuilt, rooms renovated, and the pictures of each League member that lined the hallway had been updated. Harper didn't even recognise half of them anymore.

Speaking of people she didn't recognise, one was walking straight towards them right now. He was draped in Atlantean armour, with dark curly hair and eyes that matched its shade. "Poseidon's beard...Kal-El? It's a pleasure to see you after all this time, but why are you here?"

"Don't get used to it. I'm just dropping someone off."

The man let his eyes fall to Harper; her hair was tangled in knots from the journey over there and her lips seemed permanently agape in cluelessness. "Why are you cradling her so?"

Clark scowled. "She can't walk, Veran, but now that you're here you can take her to see Victor."

"Certainly you can deliver her yourself." The Atlantean quipped with a smug smile on his face; it quickly fell when Clark handed Harper over to him. "I suppose not, then?"

Clark didn't respond. Instead he took off in a blur of colour, leaving nothing but dust behind in his wake. The Atlantean sighed.

"Did he say that Victor was here?"

Veran's gaze drifted back down to Harper. "Why wouldn't he be?... Wait, you remind me of someone."  The man's brow's knitted together in deep thought before he finally exclaimed "Harper?!"

"I...don't know you." Harper groaned. She was starting to get a splitting headache, and somewhere deep down she had started suspecting that this was all some elaborate dream. She knew that it wasn't true, but it was so much easier to explain to herself that way. "Just take me to Victor."

Veran scoffed and replied with a sarcastic "Yes, your majesty."