The Cosmic Tuning Fork was rapidly taking shape. After a brief silence, the area around the square quickly erupted into noise.
It was not just the reporters and onlookers at the edge of the square. Even the soldiers responsible for guarding the gold could not help getting excited. Just over ten seconds ago, all they had seen was a pile of gold bars, but now those bars had assembled themselves into a tower.
"Viewers, as you can see, the Cosmic Tuning Fork has appeared before us. Anyone who has read DC comics can imagine that this may be our first step toward a multiverse system."
"Studio, studio! Have you managed to reach any DC writers or artists? What? None of the calls are getting through?"
"Cool! I'm filming all of this. Fuck, who stepped on my foot?!"
"This has nothing to do with God. So humanity really can accomplish something like this on its own."
People discussed it fervently. Everyone had different personalities and life experiences, so they naturally felt differently about the same event.
However, the people present were fairly positive about it. There was no Little Blackie around.
They did not know how Batwoman had accomplished this. It looked like a miracle, but anyone who had read the comics or casually looked up VIKI online would know that Batwoman was one hundred percent ordinary.
No superpowers, just Money Ability and a clever mind.
But in a capitalist country, having money was proof of ability in itself, something worthy of admiration.
If people had previously been worried about the ancient evil god, seeing humanity create a miracle-like spectacle had put them much more at ease. The Black Sun in the sky was still a mystery, but as they watched the golden spire rise over Washington Square, it seemed to