infinitedc

  Part Five             A pair of black Converse squeaked like they were on a basketball court, maintaining a steady pace through the halls of the Type-X model TARDIS. Their owner, 25-year-old Kristin Curtsinger, was having the time of her life. She had just been wed to the greatest man in the universe – or multiverse, in his case. Some wouldn’t consider him a “man” in the traditional sense, being that he was an alien from another world – a Time Lord. The people from his home planet of Gallifrey called him “Aznavorian,” but Kristin always called him by the Earth name she helped give him: “Steven.”             After a private wedding back in her home of Harlem, New York, they were on what Steven referred as “a very long honeymoon,” setting out to explore endless worlds across the infinite dimensional corridor (“Infinite DC” for short).      ...

  Part Four             Craig bounced back and forth between Skeeta’s TARDIS and HAL’s “brain room,” a red lit area consisting of hundreds of transparent rectangles, each one containing a center of fine-grid wires upon which the information was programmed. Skeeta and Craig each held one end of some jumper cables – or a tool resembling those used on Earth – gripping one alligator clip onto the inner workings of the central console, and the other end onto one of the memory blocks.             After finishing on his end, Craig consulted with Skeeta, “O.K., what next?” But Skeeta didn’t respond; instead, he just glared towards one corner of the brain room, deep in thought. Again, Craig beckoned, “Mr. Jenkins?”             Hearing his name snapped Skeeta out of it. He refocused on Craig, seeing how the boy had been wai...

  Part Three             There was massive electrical discharge within Discovery One’s flight deck area. Strange lightning danced along the control panels, briefly disrupting their primary functions – not enough to derail the entire ship but quick enough to create a fleeting blackout in the deck itself. It formed a circular opening in midair – a sphere of energy. To anyone who would’ve witnessed its formation, they would’ve perceived a figure within the sphere before it fizzled out with an explosive thunderclap.             Knelt exactly where the sphere emerged was a black man in his twenties, powerfully built. He stood to his full substantial height, his face devoid of emotions, impassively surveying his surroundings. He quickly took notice of the fact that he was aboard a ship in deep space – a sea of twinkling stars beyond the window of the flight deck. Undeterre...