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He was wrong about how long it would take, by the way.The Earth Space Intrusion Macro, that is; he’d estimated a solid eighteen and he was straight-up wrong about that. It had only taken him twelve.Twelve grueling hours of getting the ring not to ping in his ear at the presence of fucking airplanes— in New York, of all places.Unless he was on the lookout for another 9/11, he really didn’t think he needed all the knowledge an air traffic controller got. Beside all that, though, this shit was kind of becoming a pattern; the being wrong about timescales at least.For one…Forty-five days, man. 

The E-S-I-M wasn’t something that he really expected to need any time soon. Sure, he may have been a Green Lantern but the Earth-Space Intrusion Macro was just a precaution more than anything else. Haven’t even been free a whole two months, even.An if/then, if there ever was one.He was planning for something that might not happen for years — at least, he was hoping it was years. After all, this wasn’t the Marvel Cinematic Universe, and, as weird as it sounded, this was real life now.

His real life.And how often did alien invasions happen anyway?What were the odds that one would even happen within the first year of him ending up in this fucked-up fascist version of Marvel? 

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