(Introduction)

What is the magnet in your hand the metal plate my chest is filled with you can pull me closer I am armorless.

The world waits.

On Point Pelee birdwatchers stare, perplexed, as the migration urge seems to strike all the hundreds of species at once. Hours of nervous fluttering erupt into streams of focused action, only to break and circle again.

Atop the gothic heart of the city Harold Hosein, [a Toronto weatherman who reports from the roof of the CityPulse News building], unknowingly beholds the very same pattern whorling the stratospheric cirrus, sips his coffee, and makes a note.

Pagans doing a dawn ritual on the shores of Georgian Bay find themselves strung out along a ley line pulsing with unprecedented power.

Years later complexity theorists would connect journals, notebooks and numerous indecency charges into a clear prognostication as an irresistible force moves inexorably toward an immovable object, as Steel Girl and Magnet Boy meet their destiny.

Long ago two separate but parallel worlds came to the same conclusion, that they were not alone in the universe. In their thirst for contact the scientists of both races discovered a fluid medium that could carry information between dimensions, but not matter.

Undaunted, both worlds immediately began the preparation of two emissaries of their people, each imbued with the greatest gifts their worlds had to give them. Steeped in the mystery of the transworld airwaves they grew to know one another as their respective teams sought to break down the physical barriers between them.

At last the day arrived. They knew the risks. They knew the rewards. All that remained was to translate their shared understanding, their identity of mind, into a physical reality in the same dimension. The physics were barely known. Popular media on both sides of the divide predicted tangled wreckage strewn across the northern hemisphere, if not an end to time itself. The complexity of the interworld reaction was just too great, they said, diagramming the sophisticated biomechanical relays of the Steel Girl exoskeleton side by side with the chaotic domain structure that self-organized into the indomitable force of Magnet Boy.

But the emissaries did not listen, only watched the stars for that chink in time they both knew would arrive when all things would become possible. For in their travels in the interworld ether they came to know that the universe was self-organizing, that it shared with them its will to become, to grow in ever-increasing miracles of complexity, laughing in the face of the entropy clutching at its every exuberant leap, unmindful of the enthalpic death that awaits all things. For now is the time, and we are the voice, and so it shall be.