Tower Bridge is one of London's most famous landmarks. The bridge has a glass floor, overlooking the motorway below. If you visit this glass floor at just the right time, you can even look down at the drawbridge opening over the Thames.

Inside Tower Bridge, a group of schoolchildren looked through the glass floor, amazed at the cars whizzing below them. Their teacher was nowhere to be found. The prickly Frida Dynamo wandered the space, inspecting the steel struts that held the glass together. She bumped into a small figure. Annoyed, Frida looked down and saw Georgia Geovana, who was busy crawling on the glass floor. Georgia waved a hand, motioning for Frida to get closer.

“Hey Frida, check this out,” said Georgia. “There's a pattern of imperfections in the glass – maybe this is the hint!”

A metal foot appeared beside Frida, and stomped down on Georgia's right check. The right half of Georgia's face became robotic. Her head slammed into the glass floor with a loud crack. Frida crouched down to look at Georgia.

“Listen, kid, this whole ‘friendly’ schtick is getting real old, real fast,” said Frida. “I can find the next phase of the ARG on my own – if I accept help from you, you'll just throw me under the bus later!”

Frida put her hands in her lab coat and stormed off in a huff.

“What is her deal?!” thought Georgia. “Why does Frida assume I'm going to betray her?!”

A light cracking sound filled the air. Georgia looked down, and saw a small fracture forming in the bridge.

“Shit!” thought Georgia. “The glass must have cracked when Frida slammed my head into it! If this spreads, the bridge will break, and all these kids will die! Shattered Dreams!”

Shattered Dreams appeared behind Georgia. The stand was no longer entirely glass, as its hand and face had the same robotic parts as Georgia. Georgia pulled off her shoe, and tore away a piece of the sole. Shattered Dreams pressed the piece of rubber against the crack, and its left hand glowed brightly. The rubber melted into the crack, before quickly hardening. Georgia stuck her left hand into her mouth and chomped down, slicing her palm open. She smeared blood around the crack, leaving a large, red circle.

“There. I was able to melt the rubber with focused sunlight and turn it into a sealant,” thought Georgia. “And the bloodstain should draw the attention of the maintenance staff once they come around here. Now... time to give that Frida woman a piece of my mind!”

Outside of the south tower, a little boy in a school uniform was inspecting a series of plaques carved into the sidewalk.

“Hey, there was a bridge engineer named 'Sliney' once! Is that funny or what?!”

An exhausted teacher in a tweed suit leaned against the exit door from the Tower Bridge.

“Uh huh. You know, I bet there's something even cooler in the engine room exhibit at the end of this path…”

Frida exited the South Tower and started walking down the pathway, nearly bowling over the teacher. Georgia ran up to Frida.

“Hey, what's the big idea?!” screamed Georgia. “You could've gotten all the kids on that bridge killed with your recklessness!”

“Do you know how humans act, kid?” said Frida. “Selfishly. People will always take the path that benefits them the most, even if it harms others – it's only human nature! And since everyone is always going to betray you, the only logical way to go through life is by looking out for number one! If a few kids end up dead, of course I’ll be sad – but protecting myself is more important than any of that!”

A glass fist clocked Frida in the nose. The tall woman was launched backward, but landed on her feet.

“Damn. That's a pretty strong stand you've got there,” said Frida. “But... it looks pretty fragile, if you ask me. Wanna come a bit closer and confirm my hypothesis?”

Georgia put a hand to her hip, and angrily pointed at Frida.

“No way! I know for a fact that your stand is super-close range! If I come closer to you, I'll just be at a disadvantage! You approach me!”

As Georgia pointed, she summoned her stand in front of her. The glass of Shattered Dreams was transparent from the front, displaying an image of Georgia's aggressive pose. Georgia put her finger down and began to approach Frida. As she stepped forward, the image on the surface of her stand scaled down, so that it would appear as though she was standing still.

“Almost…” thought Georgia. “Just a few more meters..."

Georgia looked up slightly, and saw half of a robot head floating in front of her.

“What the-?!” thought Georgia. “The parts of my stand that were turned robotic by Frida's stand aren't invisible! I can't control their index of refraction!”

Georgia looked back down, realizing that she was right in front of Frida. Frida stared at the metal face of Shattered Dreams and grinned.

“Miss Robot!”

Frida’s mechanical stand was summoned in full behind her. The stand zoomed forward and shot its fist through the torso of Shattered Dreams. Chunks of Georgia's organs and bones blasted out of her back like shattered glass. As the pieces of Georgia's body flew backwards, they turned into wires and pieces of metal. Shattered Dreams vanished. Georgia landed on her back, sparks flying out of the hole in her chest.

“This is why you're a failure, kid,” taunted Frida. “My cautious attitude makes me superior to you in every way! Now, time to finish off your transformation!”

Miss Robot stomped down on Georgia's left leg. Right before the attack hit, the leg seemingly glitched to the side by a few centimeters, and Miss Robot's foot slammed into the ground. The concrete blasted apart. A chunk of sidewalk knocked the nearby little boy in the back of the head, and he fell into the street. A car sped down the road towards the boy – the driver was texting. Frida stared at the boy with disdain. There was a wrenching sound. Frida looked back at Georgia, who had pulled herself into a standing position.

“You believe it's human nature to be selfish, Frida?” wheezed Georgia. “Well, you're dead wrong about that. People... are capable of some truly selfless actions!”

Georgia rushed out into the street, towards the little boy and the approaching car.

Lunchtime at a Manchester boarding school. A girl with pink and blue hair sat at a lunch table, alone, as she re-wired a motherboard. A girl with a short skirt skipped up to Frida and sat down next to her.

“Say... you're that Frigga girl, right?” said the visitor.

“It's ‘Frida’, actually,” replied Frida.

“Whatever. Anyway, you know how you don't have any friends, because you have terrible clothes and cut your hair too short and smell weird and say weird things and always do computer stuff and have never kissed a boy?”

“Y...yeah?”

“Well... I've decided that despite all that, I'm going to be your friend. You can eat lunch with me from now on!”

“R-really?! But... you're Penny Laine! The most popular girl in school!”

“Cross my heart and hope to die! There's just one thing I need you to do for me…”

Penny pulled a phone out of her clutch purse.

“This is my brand new iPhone 3G,” said Penny. “My daddy bought it for me for my birthday last week. But... I kinda forgot the pattern to open it. You're good at tech, right? Can you unlock my phone for me?”

Frida took the phone, turning it over in her hands.

“Uh... sure!” blurted Frida. “I'll have it back to you by tomorrow!”

“Awesome! Hey, everyone! Come have lunch with my new best friend, Frigga!”

A crowd of people rushed over, sitting at Frida's table. Frida visibly blushed, trying to hide a smile.

Some weeks later, Frida was in a darkened room, sitting on a bed. A man angrily paced in front of her.

“27 stolen phones sold in a single month!” bellowed Mr. Dynamo. “And according to the police, every single one of your friends pointed to you as the ringleader. What do you have to say for yourself?!”

Frida looked down at her feet. Her father sighed.

“Listen, Frida,” said Mr. Dynamo. “You're a smart kid. I'm sure you just didn't understand what you were doing. I've already paid back the victims with our savings, so nobody's going to jail. All you have to do is say you've learned your lesson and you won't be in trouble.”

“Y-yes father. I've... learned my lesson.”

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Georgia Geovana ran into the street. The fifteen-year-old dove on top of the small boy, shielding him from the oncoming car with her body.

“Dammit, you crazy bastard…” murmured Frida Dynamo. “Friendly people like you just love proving me wrong, huh? Miss Robot!”

Miss Robot manifested behind Frida as she dashed into the street. The stand assailed its user with a barrage of punches, while letting out a wild battlecry:

“CLEE CLEE CLEE CLEE CLEEEEE-YAAA!”

Frida’s entire body transformed into a robot. Frida jumped and body-slammed the front of the car. The car was pushed out of the way, missing Georgia and the boy.

Georgia slowly regained consciousness, her eyes trying to focus. She was lying on the sidewalk, looking up at Frida Dynamo. The robotic woman plugged a wire back in on Georgia's torso.

“There,” said Frida. “All your parts should be back in their rightful places.”

Frida snapped her fingers. Both she and Georgia transformed back into full humans. Georgia sat up.

“Th-thank you.”

“Yeah, yeah, don't make a habit of it... say, what was your name, kid?”

“It's Georgia. Georgia Geovana. So... ready to keep looking for that hint together?”

Frida pointed her thumb towards the entrance to a small room at the end of the street.

“Well, there's only one place we haven't checked yet…”

The two women stepped into the engine room exhibit. The engines were green, and there were red steam valves, alongside some plaques explaining the engines. One of the valves seemed to have writing painted around it.

“The red valve…” murmured Frida.

“Of course!” exclaimed Georgia. “The hint that led here was inscribed within a red circle! Let's check it out!”

On the valve was the text •AMOHN1Qy•AQ==•AwU=•wogB•Ag==•YBM=•wq0C•. Frida took out her cell phone and began to type.

“Oh, no need for that,” said Georgia. “I already memorized the code.”

“Ah, perfect!”

Miss Robot appeared and scratched around the valve, scraping the writing clean off.

“What did you do that for?!”

Frida chuckled. “Selfless acts are all well and good when little kids are involved, but in a competition like this... sometimes a little looking out for number one can be a good thing.”

“I suppose you're right…” sighed Georgia. “Anyway, want to come back to my place?”

“Hmph. Y’know, Geo, I’m still not sure I trust you.”

“Oh, don’t be silly! Now come on – Harry will love you!”

The two walked out of the engine room, passing by the teacher in the tweed suit. The teacher stared at the scratched-out writing and scowled. The little boy ran in, panting.

“L-look, I'm sorry I couldn't find the hint before they destroyed it!” gasped the child. “I... I should have listened to you! I…”

The teacher sighed.

“Don't worry, Edvard,” said the teacher. “I'm not killing you. True, you failed me on this mission, but today's outing has proven that your source of information is indeed reliable. Killing you now would only hurt our goals in the long run. Now come on, we need to pay our friend a visit…”

The teacher marched out of the engine room, and his student followed. Leaves blew around the teacher's legs while he walked. As the pair stepped across the glass bridge, the teacher's suit legs shimmered away, revealing a pair of crystalline high heels. The duo descended the north tower, and approached a maintenance closet. A hand with long fingernails opened the door.

Inside the closet was a man gagged and tied to a chair, struggling to break free. It was the teacher in the tweed suit. Three floating, red-hot sharks circled around the teacher menacingly. The teacher looked up at the now-open door. Standing next to the schoolboy was a woman with long, curly hair. She wore a leather jacket, tight pants, and a lacy shirt.

“Well, well, well!” sang the high-heeled woman. “Seems you've lasted longer than I expected. Most men I know couldn't keep a pure mind for anywhere near twenty minutes! Now, I suppose I'd better untie you…”

The woman reached over to untie the teacher's bonds, putting her face up close to his. The fiery sharks began to sniff around. The man looked over at the sharks in fear.

“Awww... you were so close, too!” teased the woman. “It's a pity... if you had survived these Summer Knights, I might have offered you a position on my team. Anyway, Edvard, it's time to go.”

“Yes, Miss Newton!”

Edvard and his leader left the room. The three sharks attacked the man, burning massive holes in his body with each bite they made. The teacher slumped over, dead, as the sharks evaporated.