“What about you?” Rainbright said. “I mean, I’m assuming you’re a human in there. Not that AI heroes don’t exist.”

“Hmm,” Enmachina said. Underneath his faceplate, Nathan grinned, though he didn’t adjust his modulator from its normal monotone. “I guessed your powers. What if you have to guess mine?”

“What? No fair!” Rainbright said.

“Totally fair. Now, come on. We need to get the afternoon patrol going.” He walked away.

Rainbright tagged along. “Well, you said you have flight powers. Flying Brick?”

“Nope. None of the three.”

“But then how do you fly?”

“Through the power of SCIENCE!” Hopefully he didn’t overload his modulator this time.

“Mad Scientist. Definitely Mad Scientist.”

“Nope.” He made it to the balcony where the flyers usually took off. Some pigeons strutted out of the way, not bothering to take off. “Here’s the landing pad. This is where we take off. Ready?”

“Ready.”

Enmachina took off. Once he got to a good height, he stopped and hovered, turning off his external voice and turning on comms. “Can you hear me?”

“Whoa,” Rainbright said over the radio. “You have a voice! Like, not a machine voice.”

“Yep. Now, let’s take a good look at the city. We’re mostly in the center, but west of the river.” He pointed south. The bright colors of the touristy centers shone even miles away, though the smokestained grays and blacks of the old shut down factories were equally visible. “South is the ocean, the beach, the docks, and the industrial sector. Lots of warehouses and some factories down there. Also a science museum and an amusement park, though the park is pretty small.”

“Does it have roller coasters, at least?” Rainbright asked, craning her neck.

“Yeah, a couple.” He turned west. There was lots of greenery that way; while the east had its parks, trees and grass just weren’t built in as well. “West and east are both mostly residential. West is the newer developments. A bit more suburban.” Turning around, he pointed east, which was predominantly brick red. “East is older and urban. That’s also where you’ll find Main Street, city hall and the other government stuff, and the zoo. Lots of attacks there.”

Rainbright turned north. “And that’s where all the supervillain lairs are,” she said.

Nathan glanced to the north to look at the skyscraper there, which was still attracting lightning. The other buildings were in the way, so he couldn’t tell if the cars were still stuck to it. “That’s the commercial district. Past that, you have the rich people’s homes and the country club, and past that is a national forest.”

“This is way bigger than I thought it’d be,” Rainbright said, sounding faint.

Enmachina resisted the urge to make a joke. “Yeah. We’re not the biggest city in the state, but we’re still pretty far up there. So, we’ll go east first, pass over some of the major hotspots, and then move on to another district. I’ll show you the landmarks. Ready?”

“Yeah,” she said. “So can you grow metal out of your body and your suit is really just you?”

“No.”

Several rounds of the city later, most of the lights in the city were back on and Rainbright still hadn’t guessed it. “I got it,” she said, as she had the ten times before. “You’ve got superspeed and there’s a little hamster wheel in there that’s powering the suit.”

“No,” Enmachina said, not looking away from the streets. “But you’re getting warmer.”

“Ooh! You’re actually non-powered, but there’s a superspeeder hamster in there and it’s powering the suit!”

“Definitely not.”

“Wait, I think…”

Rainbright was cut off by a loud click over their audio. “We have reports of supervillain activity in Tilted Windmills Mini-Golf. Repeat, we have supervillain activity in Tilted Windmills Mini-Golf.”

Enmachina activated his comm. “Enmachina here. Please describe the villain activity.”

“Dispatch here. According to our contact… they appear to be golfing.”

“Golfing. Such a terrible crime,” Enmachina said. “Is there anything suspicious about how they’re golfing?”

“They’re doing it in costume. Two of them. One is wearing a blue suit that covers their entire body, except for a window on their helmet. Difficult to tell their gender. The other… is on fire.”