Half of the job is complete, and now the remaining half must present itself.
Somewhere in the depths of the Galaxy Network, Gate works in private. The network on which he stands is a gigantic set of concentric circular walkways that are joined to one another at alternating opposing ends, set above a fantastic red network rife with the Greek symbol "Gamma" and the tell-tale W3 symbol. The center of this network is a large, perfectly round platform that houses a few interesting points. The first is a capsule to the right of the network with streaming blue lights rising into infinity. The second is a similar capsule with red lights streaming downward into the abyss below. In the center is a large console and screen, and behind that is a third pod; this one showing no connections or life, though obviously holding a humanoid figure.
It's here that Gate works. Several hours have passed since the Black Hole incident, and the WWW commander has not stopped in all of this time. He scans the screen that rises from his console and types with the utmost concentration, and then looks down to what appears to be a small, green buster that's connected to his console. After a while, he gives a nod, picks up the buster, walks over to the third pod, and installs it. He then takes a step back, looks above the pod, and nods. Soon, the door opens, and the being inside is revealed...
. . . Darkness. Yet, not the oblivion he was expecting. Not the eternal, exquisite reality that was full consumption by his own dominion. Pulled into a vice and sent into a torpor, the great emperor opened his eyes and looked out into the Network beyond . . .
". . . I . . . am not deleted?" His voice was far off, still somewhat groggy, as he held up his hands and looked at himself. He looked around, unsure of his location, as he could tell that he was not in his black hole. He turned his attention to the one who opened the pod, recognizing Gate. Many things floated through his mind, but the first among them was the simplest:
". . . This should be impossible. Even with the rules of our reality being rewritten, even I am not strong enough to bend reality to escape a Black Hole's Epicenter. Either you managed the impossible, or you put someone else in my place.
"Which is it?"
Removed from his exalted place, floating near Gate with all of his power, and yet without his Black Hole at his behest, Sirius was rather calm, and almost level headed. His voice was still aloof and child-like, but he was showing a more curt demeanor and surely a more focused stare. It was almost more terrifying than his cackling glee at annihilation; a focused and cold intellect uncovered by the danger of the situation.
Here, in this Network, without his Black Hole, Sirius could be destroyed. And if Gate were capable of doing that which he presumed impossible, Sirius wanted to know how, and for how long.
This was an interesting turn of events. Despite the curt nature, it was obvious that the emperor was humbled in this; perhaps for the first time. This wasn't simply defeating an unprepared Sirius, this was showing him a power that he hadn't thought even within the realm of mild possibility. It would be a beautiful moment of slight-of-hand if Gate could simply give a smug smile and an off response that would leave Sirius in the dark, but doing so would be of no benefit. No, Sirius needed to understand what was happening here... so, for now, Gate's head raises slightly, and his smile plays a little wider in response.
Gate: Technically, you're both correct and incorrect on both assumptions at the same time.
Before you were able to terminate, I used my own resources to capture you and force a powerful stasis, from which you are now awakening. During this period, I also studied you a bit, and made a few very unique discoveries; the main one being your capability to change relativistic time-frames despite the warping of time-space brought about by your home server. Using this knowledge and a few of my own trade secrets, I was able to... "break" you, so to speak.
A screen appears behind Gate, revealing the position of the black hole Sagittarius A.
Gate: I've no doubt that one such as yourself is intimately familiar with the concept of "Super positioning", and now you yourself are a subject of this concept. Using a device of my own design, I've quite literally broken your reality into two, Sirius. You now exist as two separate entities at the same time, with both as one. At this very moment, you are now within the center of your own personal home, and here; free from the tyrannical power of the singularity for what I assume to be for the very first time in your long history.
Gate closes the screen and shoots a wry, knowing smile to Sirius, holding his hands to the sides as if on display as he does so.
Gate: I've done the one thing you never thought possible: you can now have your cake and eat it too. I am giving you the gift of freedom from your own life, but at the same time allowing you to return to all that you've known and gathered over the eons. Simply will yourself, and at this very moment you'll be home, and the next you can be here once again.
Super positioning? The act of using quantum displacement and charging particles with the same alignment to permit a dual existence . . .
An appropriate way to see things, as it were. To be broken, analyzed, and reconstructed with a new, dual existence. It wasn't unlike what he did with his Black Hole.
To have been released from his prison, however . . . it was something he didn't quite believe. It was possible for him to exit his prison using his shadow form, surely, but it wasn't the same. To escape from the epicenter was impossible . . . but to create a duplicate of himself from data, and used quantum displacement to give him free control of them both? That . . . that was not so much, so. If he had never left the center, but his duplicate was never there, then all he needed to do to remain free was never exercise his duplicate's ability to create a singularity.
He looked to Gate, curious of this individual's ability to discern what it was he wanted most, without him ever having said it. He was truly intelligent, of that there was no doubt; and for what reason, Sirius could already glean. This was an individual that recognized the importance of beings like Sirius . . . what they represented, what they were capable of, and why he was important.
He also realized just what to do to create a system of checks and balances to ensure that those very same points of importance didn't permit him to destroy their frail little planet on a whim.
Never had he known freedom. He was birthed by the incredible waves of two black holes merging, and then exercised his control over them. It became his prison, and also his path for annihilation unending. It was a faux existence; to have all that he ever wanted, but to never be able to experience it outside of the blackness, and needing to bring it all to him. If it were true . . . it would be a debt he could never repay.
If it were a lie . . . Gate would wish that oblivion was sweet.
Sirius closed his eyes. His current self went lax before Gate, and an instant later, it returned to life. Sirius locked eyes with the scientist. ". . . You intrigue me. How incredibly fascinating. A control of space fundamentally different . . . not over the fundamental forces, but over the concept of space as an expanse itself. Your planet will never cease to amaze me . . . I would have it for my collection, if it were not counterintuitive to my new freedom."
With that, Sirius makes it clear that he understands the situation he is in. He looks past Gate, and floats forward, the first of his satellite wings reforming just outside of his reach as he comes out of his pod. ". . . I already see the expected cost of this endeavor on my end. I presume this cost is not alone. For what you have done, Gate of Earth, I owe a debt that I do not believe I can repay.
"Name your price, aside from your world's assured safety from my endeavors. I will meet it. But only once. I will not presume to be in eternal servitude to your whims for this pleasure you have granted.
"There is much that I know, and much that I foresee, that I can divulge. Choose your request for my kindness carefully."
Gate looks above Sirius' head and gives a nod. In response, a small red orb appears next to the scientist, floating in silence as a ring of data orbits it.
Gate: To start with; allow me to introduce my associate, and the one who allowed me to offer this service; Gamma.
As Gate's words punctuate, Sirius would suddenly feel a wave of emotion rush over him, as if experiencing exactly what this small, red orb feels. Mild fear and apprehension rolls off of Gamma, as if Sirius was now meeting a child who would rather hide behind his father's leg than meet a stranger, yet the field speaks up with a respectful tone despite itself.
Gamma: Hello, Mr. Sirius. I am very glad that you're well.
Gate nods to Gamma, allowing him to fall back a few feet before he continues.
Gate: And now, allow me to administer your first lesson on your new life: I accept no debt for what I've done. However, I must voice what I gather you've already worked out, as we do have a natural ultimatum attached to our proceedings.
The point where your reality is broken is on earth. Should anything happen to this planet, then you will return to your natural state within the black hole. I've made a great many redundancies, so you need not worry about it being fragile outside of a world-ending event. Also, a small bit of Gamma's code is now running on the event horizon of your black hole; not enough to impose, but just enough to keep this as your new status quo. It's also worth mentioning that while your free form is capable of traveling the universe unrestricted thanks to your innate wave-based structure, should you enter the event horizon of a black hole, then you're lost.
Now for the second issue that you'll now face: while still extremely powerful outside of your black hole, you are also weakened by a fair amount. Without direct access to your black hole in this form, infinity is a bit beyond your grasp. That said; so long as Gamma has a portion of his data running on your home, I can re-create this superposition for you on request.
Now, let's talk about my personal expectations: obviously I must have an ulterior motive for presenting you with this gift. Well, for once, I don't. As stated; I demand nothing in return, and hold no expectations beyond your keeping mindful of not cutting your own strings, so to speak. That said, we both know what you are and the value of your position in this universe. Do as you will, even if that will is to return to the earth and conquer it some day. As far as I'm concerned; if we're weak enough to be overtaken by you, then you have every right to rule us however you see fit.
And now for your second lesson of your new life. Gamma, who you've just met, is a rather unique being. As we stand now, we are both running on his system; he is the medium of reality on which we meet. This fact has a rather unique function: just as sound will not travel in a vacuum, your power will not materialize in this space.
For the first time in your very long life, you are currently powerless, Sirius.
Gate lets this moment sink in before he continues.
Gate: And now that this fact is on the table, I have two other issues to address. First; you are free to leave this network at any moment that you wish. I am not holding you here, and I am not demanding anything of you. The second: now that we have established that you owe me nothing, and I have no expectations despite my current power: I have two requests of you. These are by no means demands, and you are free to deny me one or both at your own will.
First: I'm requesting that you take a hands-off approach to the earth until our current ordeal is over. I've no doubt that you're tired of being manipulated, and I feel it in our mutual interest if you allow us the opportunity to clean up our own mess in peace. Explore our world if you like, as we have much to offer and see. But allow us the opportunity to fight our own battle and move beyond it. Should the earth be in mortal danger, I give you my word that I will grant the means to maintain your superposition to you so that you can continue to live as you desire.
Second: I would ask that you offer me a portion of the data that you spoke of when last we met. In particular, I need the data that you managed to harvest on MegaMan.
His statements made, his requests offered, Gate folds his hands behind his back and looks on, awaiting the reply of this galactic-level destroyer and emperor.
It was only natural to make the ultimatum abundantly clear. What Gate mentioned about his life now being intimately tied to the Earth's survival was something he had already gleaned from their predicament, and Gate need not tell him that much of his power came from his resources. He was used to those resources, but he knew what they were well enough to know what to expect without them.
As for his second lesson, Sirius looks up at Gamma's form. Sirius tilted his head to one side as he studied the red aura, his smile still present, even with the more curt demeanor he possessed. Truly and utterly powerless, hmm? Was that an assumption of his power being entirely wave-based? The cosmic emperor considered attempting showing Gate just how wrong he was, but was too amused by the implications to do anything on the matter.
That, and it may have been more disappointing for him to attempt showing Gate wrong only to prove the scientist correct. Sirius didn't ponder such things, however.
Gate was being altruistic, something that Sirius did not quite understand. With less than a thought, outside of this reality, Sirius would have destroyed Gate, if only because watching him atomize might have been entertaining. To entertain the thought of purposefully leaving something alone, even go so far as to protect it . . . the thought was as foreign to him as the very thought of freedom from his prison was.
Still, his smile opened into a smirk at Gate's requests. It was their desire to handle Earth's affairs on their own, was it? And to "have no expectations," but to make it clear what Gate was imposing upon him. He could see the veiled lines and the double-talk, even if Gate was making a point of ensuring that they weren't there.
Childish and aloof, sure. Powerful in the extraordinary, to be certain. A little short-sighted? Admittedly. A fool? Certainly not.
Sirius allowed silence to enter into their conversation for a long moment as he pondered his next words, although his idle float and unchanging face gave no indication of what was going on inside of his head.
Given his trip here . . . if his strings were here, but his hands had to be tied, he would at least ensure that his strings were in good hands.
". . . I can give you that," he said simply, holding up his hand. "It isn't much, of course," Sirius said kind of off-handed, as the zeroes and ones of the Net compressed into his palm and formed something roughly the size of two or three networks worth of data, although Sirius compressed it into a folder and passed it onto Gate. "Once something was destroyed, the metal I once wielded gave me a fundamental understanding of it. As those files went down, I just downloaded their history logs . . . so historical data will show your blue bomber's access to the files and what he did in them."
Sirius was using words like files to explain entire networks. It was truly a show of the scope of what he controlled. If his Black Hole was a server, then everything else, well . . . it sort of paled.
With that information provided to Gate, Sirius turned and considered something, his vision glancing farther than this reality - both the reality that was Gamma and perhaps beyond, given his scope. He shook his head.
". . . As for your other concern, I will deny myself that entertainment if only you will accept my support in another way."
What came next was a reminder of Sirius' exalted purpose - his understanding and way of viewing was much greater than simple conversation with him normally posed. The cosmic awareness that he possessed became evident in his next exposition.
"You move forward with your left eye trained to seek for danger, but you do not realize that it is your right eye that hides it. The scope of your concern is too small . . . you focus only on what you can see, and pray that which your eye is hidden to will not overwhelm you."
Sirius held out a hand to Gate, as if offering for him to take it. "Before you can prepare, you must first understand. To understand, you must first see. You will arrive on these understandings too late to respond appropriately, but to follow a path is better than to follow none blindly."
This was exactly what Gate had hoped to see. Sirius held himself in a very lofty position, and rightfully so. However, the emperor would now know that he'd underestimated the capabilities of this world, as well as the capabilities of Gate himself. Yes, a portion of this meeting was there simply so that Gate could humble-brag, but that was only a small portion. For now, Sirius held a complete understanding of the situation and all that it entails. And even better; the request was fulfilled.
Gamma is able to facilitate Sirius as he calls down the massive file, focusing on Sirius' position a bit more in order to ensure that everything finishes smoothly and nothing corrupts. Soon, Gate graciously takes the data and compresses it into a pure white mystery data, which he then allows to float up to Gamma to be absorbed and read.
Gate: To drop all of the obvious bravado for a moment; this has the potential to be everything for our kind. And in the off chance your goals are unchanged; I have no use for MegaMan beyond a simple data scan. Once that's complete, you're welcome to collect him should you so desire.
At Sirius' request, Gate reaches his palm forward and lowers his head for a moment.
Gate: Any information that you'd be willing to share, I'll all too gladly accept.
And then came the warning. As expected, it was cryptic and veiled. The eye can see... a particularly interesting and appropriate analogy, one more appropriate than he believed Sirius would know at this time. Of course, perhaps he does know what's to come in that regard...? Either way, that's not particularly important. What's important now is working out what this could m-
Gate's eyes widen and shut. He releases a long sigh, and then takes in a deep breath.
Gate: ....leave it to a being such as yourself to show me how blind I've been. It's so simple on the surface, yet something that I likely would have missed.
Gate glances up to Gamma and motions to the pod that Sirius had just come from.
Gate: Gamma, we have a little exploration that we need to do. Please ready the skimmer.
Gate's eyes rise with another sigh, this time obviously frustrated with himself.
Gate: Sirius, you have my thanks. I will do my best to ensure that your warning is not wasted.
. . . A long, drawn out silence after Gate's comment fills the space, as Sirius considers himself and what he knows. From his brief visit back to his black hole, he realized just how exquisitely beautiful his current predicament was. It was almost sad, the situation he was in . . .
. . . but a black hole has no need for emotions, and a being such as he was never one to stop when something presented itself as an issue. Here, by Gate's hand, he was presented with something he could have never had before - the opportunity for attaining the true height of his power was now within his grasp, and the means for bypassing even the limitations of his medium were not far from his reach, either.
It only made sense for a being of his stature to never cease questing after power. He was a collector, at the end of it all - he enjoyed finding things that made his otherwise dull existence more entertaining. Now, his existence full and vibrant without his black hole surrounding him, he needed only the means to ensure that he was never to be subjugated in such a way again.
Sirius turned his attention up. ". . . Gamma, is it? I am in need of your assistance. It seems my life is in danger, and you, based on my analysis, may have the means to assist me.
"I need you to help me find a human with very specific qualifications. A human with a resonant frequency as close to 10 terahertz as you can find."
Gate raises an eyebrow, but glances up to the sphere that represents Gamma and gives a nod.
Gamma hovers in place for a moment, obviously confused by the request and just a bit intimidated by Sirius. Still, he lights up after a few moments in response.
Gamma: Yes sir, I'm sure that I can find someone on that resonant frequency.
Gamma's light dies down a bit and he begins his search. In this, he's silent for roughly five seconds before Gate suddenly chimes in, looking a bit puzzled.
Gamma pauses for a moment before responding, his voice returning with a troubled tone.
Gamma: I'm sorry, but something... something is wrong. Statistically, I should be able to find at least 50 people that fit this criteria given the earth's population, and my records show 47 previously confirmed wavelengths, but a current scan... well, they're almost all gone. The people are still here, but it seems that their resonant frequency has been changed somehow. This shouldn't be possible...
Gamma pauses for a moment, obviously bothered by this, but he doesn't withhold his findings.
Gamma: Currently, I've identified a total of 3 people that match this criteria, but something is really strange here. I can't find any trace of two of them, and can't even really identify who they are. I've also found something really weird too: it looks like the wave-ways on earth are gone. I don't know why, but most of the innate wave-structures have entirely disappeared from the planet, and I think that it just happened a little while ago.
Gate closes his eyes and takes a breath, holding himself together at this new revelation.
Gate: As if it would kill them to slow down for a moment...
Gate's eyes open and he looks to Gamma, bringing the system back to the topic at hand.
Gate: Could you kindly share the third individual with us, Gamma?
A feeling of embarrassed shock rolls out from Gamma, followed by a sense of realization.
Gamma: I'm sorry, yes. Well, we have another oddity here as well; the last person that fits this criteria is a young woman by the name of Faith Nymphra. She's a good person, a kind person. But... I can't find her. A few hours ago she... disappeared for some reason.
Gate's eyes narrow at this revelation. He says nothing, but it's obvious that this statement has more implications than what can be seen.
Sirius stayed silent for the revelation of information, but, once Gamma was done with his exposition, Sirius gave out a high-pitched trill and followed it with a chuckle.
"Gyahahahah! Ho . . . I do remember warning you that grander things, grander than even I or my black hole, were in the making.
". . . That said, most of this is fairly recent, and shouldn't be too difficult to figure out. Your little planet's most recent visitor from another time just took the epicenter of the wave world into his blade, immediately followed by the crimson satellite's apocalypse being rained down onto it. At the same time that the Net was struck, so was the Wave World that She once supported.
"A broken goddess laid low, and a pitiful excuse for a server turned into a weapon. That's where your Wave World went," Sirius explained, pausing and chuckling, knowing that he was more aware of the situation than he perhaps had been letting on.
"As for the realm of impossibility . . . that is more within their grasp than perhaps anything else. Their Engineer would make it quite simple, really," he lamented, trailing off, holding up a hand to create a display of a simple enough looking humanoid - somewhat alien in form - out of some light he had captured. With his other hand, he created an image of a black hole - not an actual one, mind - and showed the little creature going inside of it . . . and not being ripped apart.
"I am somewhat unsure as to why, but he has been particularly interested in grafting this species' ability to withstand incredible gravitational pressure onto yours, and I believe the resonant frequencies of those humans being changed is because these abilities have been successfully grafted, alongside whatever else he was interested in adding in. Perhaps the lack of frailty remaining in your species will make whatever he wants to bring into your reality more . . . survivable.
"If I can't have my fun, then his can't be secret, anymore," Sirius says quite simply, chuckling again. When Gamma mentioned that Faith wasn't anywhere that he could detect her, but Gate made a point of not commenting, that alone was an answer to where Faith was right now. Sirius' passing familiarity with this planet's structure thanks to his downloads, not to mention his awareness at large, and his knowledge of the Murians, made it easy to connect what was going on here.
". . . Very well, then. I can be patient, and await for her to return from where she is. Faith Nymphra, is it?" Sirius held up his hand, looking through the logs of the Net. ". . . Yes, interesting. She will make a fine opportunity, then."
While Sirius gives his insight, Gate turns to his prime console and begins to work, searching outa very specific Navi signature. In response, the red pod flashes and the data streams going to and from it speed up for a split second, but soon Gate has his data. He compiles it into a simple mystery data and sends it off with a quickly written message before turning back to Sirius and shooting a glance to Gamma.
Gate: I'm already fairly positive that I know where our missing girl may be, but it will take a little time to verify. Though frankly, simply letting her come back into focus may be the most advantageous move at the time being
...the remnants of the civilization of Mu may be outright devastating in power, but the bermuda triangle holds other things... at least one of which could be far more dangerous than any Murian to ever live. That should have long since taken care of itself at this point, but better safe than sorry, as they say.
Gate seemed largely unenthused by the information Sirius proffered, or at least was so preoccupied with his other thoughts that he couldn't focus on them long enough. Such simple minds, these creatures still seemed to be.
Sirius closed his eyes a moment, displacing himself, but returned quickly enough. His eyes reopened, and the cosmic emperor smiled. These were acceptable conditions, then. It was of no concern to him whatsoever what transpired in that place, given the outcome was the same either way.
He knew where she was, and he knew she was relatively safe. That was all the reassurance he needed for his next steps. Although, what came next was surely the most important piece of this dangerous new puzzle he had been plugged into. The dangers of what he was suggesting to Gate . . . they were endless, given the potential backlash, as well as the assurance that their visitor had planned for such an incursion. How unfortunate that he didn't quite care what would happen to that particular savior, however.
". . . I believe your situation is more dire than you've allowed yourself to perceive, Gate. Gyahaha . . . yes. You have moved oblivion when it is your necessity to destroy it.
"My allowance to survive thus far cannot be a coincidence, and neither is it a coincidence that I am around to warn you of this concern. There is no reason for my black hole to remain and also to no longer be in my control than the obvious solution that they are in need of it," he said simply, admitting that he was aware that his greatest weapon was beyond his reproach.
"Whatever plans they may have my black hole, you can assure they are not pleasant. He is clouding my vision of the futures on this endeavor . . . so, all I can do is point you to the past.
"If the Black Hole is a tool that they need, you need something that can be rid of it, not simply move it or even invert it. There is but one being capable of such a feat, and it is no unlucky circumstance that your world's greatest hero formed quite a bond with him.
"It is also of certain danger that such events coincide so close together. They set this trap. They know he is your only hope for dealing with the threat of a Black Hole of that magnitude, and already it is serving its purpose, whatever it may be.
You, and your planet, are in need of the Blue Bomber with the force of the stars."
"YO YO YO! Don't mean to be rude, but ya gotta let me in, YO! A catastrophe like no other, greater than anything, don't leave me out here, YO!"
While he was by no means exerting a lot of force, the Moon Disaster gently pressed against the fortifications of the Galaxy Network. Unlike Sirius, the Moon Disaster was not a naturally malignant force at large, although he was set up with a grander purpose than others, and possessed power in excess of those that are presumed to be.
Pressing his force against the System, but not trying to force his way in as much as he was just letting someone know he was there, the Moon Disaster's voice had some of its usual enthusiasm, but he had a sense as though he were trying to escape something predatory and dangerous, true fear leeching into the voice of this being who could crumble moons with a single kick.
"YO, please, YO, I know ya don't like me, but you just gotta let me in, YO! Its wild out here, there isn't much time!"
Gate's eyes rise in thought again. This situation kept getting more and more dire, yet it still wasn't anywhere near over. Walking over to the pod that Sirius had just emerged from, Gate removes the buster-like program from it and holds it in his hands before handing it off to the orb that is Gamma, at which point it disappears.
Gate: The Operate Shooting Star incident, is what I'm assuming you're referring to. A rather strange occurrence during the Life Virus incident. The few that have privy to it have come to a general consensus that this was a future version of MegaMan. One of my reasons for starting the Eon project was to avoid that future, and while it seems that I was successful, it now hounds me from another perspective.
Gate pauses again and considers his options. He had several remaining, and at least one could be seen as something of a get-out-of-jail-free card for this scenario, but that was too drastic for this point in time.
Gate: Would you be willing to share what you know about this alternate version of MegaMan? Our knowledge in this timeline is sorely lacking on the subject.
And this is when a voice comes across. Emanated in the network via Gamma, Moon Destroyer's plea for help causes Gate to instantly start rubbing the bridge of his nose in annoyance, letting out a highly annoyed sigh.
Gate: ...him. Gamma, please go and take care of... him.
A compliant feeling rises from Gamma, and the small sphere lights up.
Gamma: Yes sir.
....Outside, of the safety of the Galaxy Network, Moon Destroyer's banging draws no obvious attention. However, it does draw a response. A strange feeling takes Moon Destroyer like a shock, and suddenly he can feel a second presence with him, and from this presence... compassion?
Gamma: Mr. Moon? My name is Gamma!
Before Moon Destroyer, a portion of the barrier drops. Once inside, it seals thoroughly. A red sphere appears around Moon Destroyer and then drops an instant later, leaving no change in the powerful EM being.
Gamma: I just saw that the EM roads have been collapsing, are you alright?
The Moon Disaster was perhaps one of the only true EM Beings that Gamma has interacted with thus far that had a full emotional spectrum, connecting with Gamma in such a way that he would also come to a sudden realization - the Moon Disaster was a perfected unison between a powerful EM being and some form of other intelligent life, with a similar spirit to the very humans Gamma was so familiar with.
The full range of emotions was currently tilted rather heavily towards fear and worry. As Gamma introduced himself, and the Moon Disaster felt his presence, he calmed a moment at the semblance of compassion passed between them, the life shielded by the EM Being's wave form calming once the shell encompassed them and guided them in from the vacuum of space.
The Moon Disaster keeled over, placing his hands on his knees for a moment to breathe. He collected himself and stood back up, looking around for the disembodied voice. ". . . Yo, we haven't met. You know me, yo?" The Moon Disaster's first response was to try and settle that confusion of how Gamma knew his name. Then, reason triumped; if he knew Gate, then Gamma would of course know him, too. Having two minds at work made it easier than one.
"Hey, yo, of course you know me, I'm famous, YO! . . . but, enough of that, yo" he paused, getting a semblance of seriousness to him again, like when he had first witnessed disaster down in the Undernet.
"Earth's Wave Roads collapsed, yo, I saw it, yeah. What I wasn't expecting, yo, was for all of them to collapse. There aren't any waves left. Anywhere."
The Moon Disaster, like Sirius, was a being from beyond the stars. If he said anywhere, he meant beyond even Earth. The realization of what Gamma just did would perhaps come to fruition - had the Wave World collapsed around the Moon Disaster, his living partner would have been stranded in space.