"Right, sorry, I got a little sidetracked. I came to deliver a message, as I said." she cleared her throat. "Um...I delivered the actual message-y part of the message, but I guess I can explain a little bit. I guess as President you have better things to do than look at research reports. So over at Oracular R&D, a government contracted foundation, they've built this thing called the Uroboros Continuum. It kind of mushes up space/time to retrieve samples from dimensional pockets and the far ends of the universe. And while there have been some cool things that didn't quite follow the rules of physics, they recently picked up...well...a visitor."
A visitor who looked distantly familiar, an ancestral memory perhaps? Or an old friend? "Way out beyond the known universe. We can't get the coordinates to line up again. The visitor says...well, he says he found God. But not the God we know with heaven and clouds and things. This one's a machine and the whole world is its simulation. He told me the name actually, and I almost punched him because I thought he was just being lewd, but uh, yeah." She was rambling. She was frightened. Something was bubbling in the back of her mind, memories she couldn't quite access. And something more. The visitor (she made herself not even THINK his name, because he would be able to read her thoughts, her soul) had an air about him of...of...what? Corrupted divinity? No, that wasn't right. Sickness. He had a sickness about him, more powerful than anything Project Picasso had felt in her (admittedly brief) life. "His God's called-"
She froze. Static sounds replaced her speech. A pink light infused her eyes, and a voice, distorted as if it came through a voice changer, came from her: "You took something from me, Stark. I've been away, but I want it back. I'm willing to talk, but if you do not do what I want, I will tear your whole world down. It's only quid pro quo after what you did to me. To us." The pink light was dripping now, becoming a paint too vibrant to look at. "I guarantee you safety for our first meeting. I would request you come alone, do not draw others in to this. If it would make you feel safer, you can take the Gray clone. She is sworn to the US government, not to me. If you agree, you may pick our meeting place, as a sign of my...good intentions. If you do not, well...you can fill in the blanks"
That strange static again.
Then Project Picasso resumed talking, as if she had never been interrupted. "VALENT or MALUS, something like that."