The next morning, Shane flew out of the Teen Titans' base bright and early.
He wasn't an irresponsible instructor, though. In fact, he had left a body fashioned from mental power in his dorm room.
Running errands and supervising the Teen Titans' daily training at the same time were hardly mutually exclusive.
As for what Shane had planned for today...
The Earth Bench Press Machine!
He had waited forever, and the day this thing finally went into service had arrived.
And he wasn't the only one. Quite a few members of the Justice League would be heading over to watch, use it, and give it a try.
Kid Flash, Black Wally, had even picked out the headline feature for the next issue of his entertainment tabloid well in advance.
The kid had developed an incredibly sharp eye for a story. He claimed he was going to put together a ranking of Earth's metahumans by strength to give his super-tabloid something to stir up discussion.
Of course, this enormous piece of equipment, built within the Earth's crust and spanning a staggering area, could probably only accommodate one person at a time.
So it paid to beat the rush. Shane hadn't even planned on eating breakfast before leaving the Teen Titans' base early.
He had only been flying for ten-odd seconds when the phone in his pocket began buzzing insistently. He casually pulled it out and glanced at it. A mass notification from Cyborg kept flashing on the screen.
"Super-Strength Center information brief."
Not everyone knew the location of the Earth Bench Press Machine's entrance beforehand like Shane did, so Cyborg had sent out a last-minute introductory report about it.
Its wording was as stiff as a museum exhibit description.
It opened with, "In consideration of crustal stability and the potential need