Pocket dimension

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After Jesse and Harry had left, the team returned to their tasks. Caitlin sneaked away to work on the piece of the Philosopher's Stone. HR went to make his own coffee, as usual.

Wally, on the other hand, kept a certain distance from Cisco, though he ensured it wasn't noticeable. He realized physical contact was needed for proper effectiveness of his vibe, but he still made sure they weren't too close.

After dealing with occasional robberies and crimes around the city in Barry's absence, he finally returned to his hideout in Coast City. He made sure not to run too fast, so the satellite wouldn't track his supersonic speed.

As he approached the hideout, his watch beeped, signaling a ping from Alfred. The illusion was quickly deactivated, allowing Wally easy entry.

"Hey Alfred, how's your day? Been good?" he asked, though he didn't feel much attachment to the AI yet.

"It's been excellent, my liege," Alfred replied. "Something in the data you asked me to sort through has piqued my interest. I think you'll be quite satisfied with it."

Wally paused, curiosity momentarily taking over. "Let me have a look, then."

In the next second, a holographic image appeared, displaying the information. Wally's interest was immediately piqued. "You got this from the Dominator database, right?" he asked knowingly.

He couldn't help but wonder what else the Dominators had stored, but he hadn't had the time to sift through the massive amounts of data. Even as a speedster with cloning capabilities, the data was as vast as the universe.

"Yes, my liege. There are other things I think you'll find intriguing, but I thought you'd be most interested in this."

"And why do you think that?" Wally asked, glancing at Alfred's materializing image.

"I've noticed your obsession with keeping your secrets hidden," Alfred replied bluntly, earning a raised eyebrow from Wally.

Sigh "I guess you're right," Wally said with resignation. "But do you think this pocket dimension creation will be feasible? It seems like we're missing some major components," he asked, eyeing the data.

"You're indeed right, my liege, but after some searching, I've found a perfect replacement."

"Let me guess, it's the Tachyon prism, isn't it?" Wally said with an amused smile.

"Correct," Alfred replied.

"Then let's get to work. We have a lot to do."

"Alfred, start the montage."

Alfred: "…"

"What's with the look? Just play some good music."

🎶Poker Face🎶

"…We'll begin with the Tachyon prism, which will allow space to be folded and warped. So, that issue is solved," Alfred recapped as Wally sped around, piecing together some components. Major materials were still on the way, ordered by Alfred.

"The other problem is the need for a power source akin to the dominantor one currently in A.R.G.U.S. custody," Alfred added, making Wally furrow his brow.

"Why didn't I take it when I had the chance?" Wally thought, sighing.

"We'll have to make our own. We shouldn't mess with A.R.G.U.S. for now," he said, thwarting Alfred's growing idea.

"I thought as much. Materials to mimic the power source should arrive by nightfall."

"And I'll have to pick them up," Wally muttered tiredly. "After this, I'll be making you a physical body. Make sure to remind me."

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"On another note, the need for constant stabilization is crucial to ensure it doesn't collapse on itself suddenly."

"I'll leave that task to you," Wally shrugged, reading through the data.

"But what worries me is the construction of boundaries," Wally continued, glancing over the information. The construction of these boundaries would prevent the dimension from expanding indefinitely. Doing otherwise would cause it to overlap with existing ones.

"You're correct, my liege, but that can be fixed by limiting energy output and controlling the prism, further solidifying it by creating space-time barriers. Easily accomplished with the Tachyon Prism," Alfred explained, earning a satisfied smile from Wally.

"One more thing—time dilation. Should I be concerned?" Wally asked, knowing he had limited knowledge on the topic.

"Of course, my liege. Time would indeed be dilated but not by a large margin. Further confirmations will come after testing."

"Okay. What about the anchor point? I assume you've got that figured out too?" Wally asked, glancing at Alfred as he admired his progress.

"Yes, the pocket dimension will be anchored to the main universe, allowing for entry and exit. A map of the dimension will serve as a failsafe. Physical laws will also be adjusted to maintain Earth-like conditions, such as gravity," Alfred confirmed.

Wally absorbed the information before speaking, "Wow, it seems you have everything figured out."

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Wally paced, contemplating the magnitude of what he was about to create. A pocket dimension—his sanctuary, an alternate space that would serve as a fortress, a lab, and a refuge. "Alfred, open the blueprint again," he ordered, slowing his thoughts to match the intricate design.

A detailed 3D hologram appeared. Wally traced his fingers along the projected boundaries, nodding as the sections lit up. "So, the space is finite but large enough for expansion. How long will it take to get the stabilizers in place?"

"Approximately nine hours, if you maintain superspeed and cloning. Some custom quantum stabilizers will need manual adjustments, and the energy output will require calibration," Alfred replied.

"Nine hours… I can manage that." Wally prepared mentally for the marathon ahead. "Alfred, text Joe and tell him I'll be staying over at a friend's place tonight."

The next task involved constructing the physical laws of the pocket dimension. Wally studied the hologram displaying gravity generators, atmospheric regulators, and boundary markers. "Alfred, enhance atmospheric stability. I want it to mimic Earth's environment perfectly, down to the air composition."

"Already accounted for, my liege," Alfred responded. "The nitrogen-oxygen balance will match Earth's atmosphere at sea level. You won't need any breathing assistance unless you alter the environment."

Satisfied, Wally imagined himself training there without space restrictions. This dimension would allow him to develop new abilities and tinker with dangerous tech without risking anyone's safety.

"The Tachyon prism is functioning smoothly. Space folding is on schedule, and I've started regulating the dimensional overlap boundaries," Alfred noted.

Wally reviewed the data on screen. The stabilization matrices were holding, energy routing was sound, and the prism was connected to the main universe anchor point, accessible only by a unique temporal key.

"Good," Wally said. At that moment, the machines responsible for creating the dimension vanished, startling him.

"Alfred, was that supposed to happen?" Wally asked, fearing he'd accidentally spawned a black hole.

"Yes, liege. After countless simulations, this outcome is optimal. The dimension will be self-sustaining and inaccessible from the outside, meaning it can't be tampered with."

"Great, you've been a big help, Alfred," Wally admitted.

"No, it's I who should thank you, my liege, for bringing me into existence," Alfred replied humbly.

Wally's attention shifted to the hologram. The pocket dimension was expanding according to plan, reaching the size of 10 football fields—plenty of space for anything he wanted to accomplish.

"It's stabilizing," Alfred reported. "Modifications will be complete in a few hours. I suggest you rest until then."

Yawning, Wally checked his phone. It was 5 a.m.

"Goodnight, Alfred," he said, collapsing onto a small bed in the corner.

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When Wally awoke, he wasn't in the modified cabin. He found himself in a large space with dark blue walls, recognizing the machines, quantum stabilizers, and everything else from the cabin—now neatly arranged.

"Alfred, is this the pocket dimension? And why is it so small?" Wally asked, wondering if something had gone wrong.

"This is just a section I've partitioned off. Think of it as the command center."

Curious, Wally sped off, inspecting every corner. Exiting the door, he was greeted by a vast space as far as the eye could see. Grinning at his achievement, he smiled sheepishly. Then he remembered. "Alfred, what about the time dilation?"

"The ratio is 1:1.75, meaning for every 10 seconds on Earth, 17.5 seconds pass here. One minute here equals 34.29 seconds on Earth, one hour equals 34.39 minutes, one day equals 13.71 hours, and one month equals 17.14 days," Alfred explained, much to Wally's delight.

"That'll give us more time. Let's move on to the thinking cap. Order the materials," Wally instructed.

Just then, Wally received a notification. Checking his phone, he was met with a debit alert: $9,980,345.00 deducted from your account. Remaining balance: $4,380.00.

Wally's excitement vanished. He turned toward Alfred, who avoided his gaze, whistling innocently.

"Alfred!! What did you do with my money?!"

"Master…"