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I’ve
been interviewed by Robin before,” said Cosmic Kid derisively. “Don’t worry. No
matter what Robin asks me, we’ll have Evelyn’s blog, which she’ll probably do
from that McDonald’s down the block in an hour. It’ll get 25,000 hits by
tomorrow noon and be posted across the Internet at all the major superhero
sites by six o’clock.”
“Yes, but that’s
among existing fans, you need to broaden your base and that means talking to
mainstream media, though I wish we had Soft Ball Becky,” said Stephen.
“Nothing’s more
mainstream than Robin Traverse. But a lot of my fans drove from Cosmopolis or farther just to see me before the Super
Draft; that sort of loyalty is worth a lot.”
“Fan bases for super
teens don’t necessarily convert over when you join a team,” said Stephen. “You
need to remember the big picture.”
“The reason they
don’t convert is that most supers abandon their old fans when they move up to
the big leagues. Did you know, Stephen, that if you have a positive personal
reaction with a fan once then that is a fan for life?”
“Perhaps, but you
don’t have time to hug a few hundred thousand people for an appropriately sized
fan base.”
“Touché, touché,”
said Cosmic Kid, followed by a sigh, as Epiphany moved past Robin Traverse a
little shaken, and now it was his turn.
Cosmic
Kid headed up to Robin Traverse. He knew she was in her sixties and unlike some
women she wasn’t afraid to show it. He remembered in one episode of
Supers Weekly
, where she said
that she had earned every grey hair and wrinkle. That was Robin Traverse. She
was a legend. Before she started
Supers
Weekly
in the 90s, she had been Skyfire and team leader of the Infinity Team out of Chicago. She had saved the world a
number of times and spoke her mind on any and all issues. She wasn’t
conservative, she wasn’t liberal, she was Robin Traverse and America loved her.
“Cosmic Kid, great
to get a chance to talk with you, so how is Milwaukee treating you?” asked
Robin Traverse with the smile that had sunk a thousand careers.
“It’s my honor to
talk to you, Ms. Traverse. The people of Milwaukee have been great, everyone
has been very welcoming,” said Cosmic Kid. It was the obligatory soft ball at
the beginning of the interview, but he decided boring with a dash of reverence
was the best way to get through this unscathed.
“Call me Robin,”
said Robin Traverse with less of a smile. “Now, Cosmic Kid, you have said that
you got your name from Cosmic Burger, where your father works. That’s a very
sweet story, but now that you are moving from super teen to professional super
what will be your new name after the Super Draft?”
“I’m happy with
Cosmic Kid right now, but I do intend to drop the ‘Kid’ in a few years,
probably when I turn 21. Plus I’m a big fan of Cosmic Burger; they’re one of my
sponsors and I love the food.” It was true. Cosmic Burger was his biggest
endorsement and he lived off the stuff growing up, though it was probably the
reason that taste was the only sense of his that wasn’t super.
“Cosmic has a fairly
traditional meaning within the Industry of someone who has powers that evoke
the cosmos. My old teammate Cosmica , who died last
year, could fly and generate powerful bursts of gamma radiation. She was
‘cosmic’ and you, on the other hand, are not.”
It wasn’t a
question, but Cosmic Kid got the point. “Robin, I’m quite strong, fast, and
have some of the best perceptions of any super teen in the Draft. Yes, I can’t
fly, but I do have a cosmic-level power, the aptly named Cosmic Blast.”
“Which has never
been caught on film.”
Another
non-question, this was a bad sign. Robin Traverse was after him. “I’ve only
used it four times as it’s actually very destructive and I don’t see the need
to broadcast all of my abilities for supervillains to exploit.”
“So why didn’t you
use it against Seneschal X?”
“It… it would
been interviewed by Robin before,” said Cosmic Kid derisively. “Don’t worry. No
matter what Robin asks me, we’ll have Evelyn’s blog, which she’ll probably do
from that McDonald’s down the block in an hour. It’ll get 25,000 hits by
tomorrow noon and be posted across the Internet at all the major superhero
sites by six o’clock.”
“Yes, but that’s
among existing fans, you need to broaden your base and that means talking to
mainstream media, though I wish we had Soft Ball Becky,” said Stephen.
“Nothing’s more
mainstream than Robin Traverse. But a lot of my fans drove from Cosmopolis or farther just to see me before the Super
Draft; that sort of loyalty is worth a lot.”
“Fan bases for super
teens don’t necessarily convert over when you join a team,” said Stephen. “You
need to remember the big picture.”
“The reason they
don’t convert is that most supers abandon their old fans when they move up to
the big leagues. Did you know, Stephen, that if you have a positive personal
reaction with a fan once then that is a fan for life?”
“Perhaps, but you
don’t have time to hug a few hundred thousand people for an appropriately sized
fan base.”
“Touché, touché,”
said Cosmic Kid, followed by a sigh, as Epiphany moved past Robin Traverse a
little shaken, and now it was his turn.
Cosmic
Kid headed up to Robin Traverse. He knew she was in her sixties and unlike some
women she wasn’t afraid to show it. He remembered in one episode of
Supers Weekly
, where she said
that she had earned every grey hair and wrinkle. That was Robin Traverse. She
was a legend. Before she started
Supers
Weekly
in the 90s, she had been Skyfire and team leader of the Infinity Team out of Chicago. She had saved the world a
number of times and spoke her mind on any and all issues. She wasn’t
conservative, she wasn’t liberal, she was Robin Traverse and America loved her.
“Cosmic Kid, great
to get a chance to talk with you, so how is Milwaukee treating you?” asked
Robin Traverse with the smile that had sunk a thousand careers.
“It’s my honor to
talk to you, Ms. Traverse. The people of Milwaukee have been great, everyone
has been very welcoming,” said Cosmic Kid. It was the obligatory soft ball at
the beginning of the interview, but he decided boring with a dash of reverence
was the best way to get through this unscathed.
“Call me Robin,”
said Robin Traverse with less of a smile. “Now, Cosmic Kid, you have said that
you got your name from Cosmic Burger, where your father works. That’s a very
sweet story, but now that you are moving from super teen to professional super
what will be your new name after the Super Draft?”
“I’m happy with
Cosmic Kid right now, but I do intend to drop the ‘Kid’ in a few years,
probably when I turn 21. Plus I’m a big fan of Cosmic Burger; they’re one of my
sponsors and I love the food.” It was true. Cosmic Burger was his biggest
endorsement and he lived off the stuff growing up, though it was probably the
reason that taste was the only sense of his that wasn’t super.
“Cosmic has a fairly
traditional meaning within the Industry of someone who has powers that evoke
the cosmos. My old teammate Cosmica , who died last
year, could fly and generate powerful bursts of gamma radiation. She was
‘cosmic’ and you, on the other hand, are not.”
It wasn’t a
question, but Cosmic Kid got the point. “Robin, I’m quite strong, fast, and
have some of the best perceptions of any super teen in the Draft. Yes, I can’t
fly, but I do have a cosmic-level power, the aptly named Cosmic Blast.”
“Which has never
been caught on film.”
Another
non-question, this was a bad sign. Robin Traverse was after him. “I’ve only
used it four times as it’s actually very destructive and I don’t see the need
to broadcast all of my abilities for supervillains to exploit.”
“So why didn’t you
use it against Seneschal X?”
“It… it would
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