Mr Zoat
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26th July 2013
23:33 GMT -5
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Compliance.
It's not just his expression. He's changed his costume. Kara.. showed me what used to pass as kryptonian formal wear, and I think this is the male version. A jumpsuit with black sides and a red strip down the middle covering the back and chest and inside leg. A line of white decoration runs down the sides of the arms and there's a pale yellow… Pattern down the right side of his chest.
Doesn't look that bad. Certainly beats external underwear, as far as I'm concerned. Maybe if it had an 'S' on his left pectoral to break up the red..?
"Am I speaking to the Eradicator Program?"
"You're speaking with Kal-El."
I suspect that Lex Luthor has nightmares like this. The posture, the disdain, the intonation… A physical god who knows it and isn't bothered by it. Adom is a little like that, but this is… Worse. Because Superman isn't like that.
"Right, but you're not Kal-El as he was a little while ago."
"I'm better, now. Properly Kryptonian, as I always should have been."
"And how did this.. change, happen?"
"I was concerned about your abduction of Sod-Yat. I asked the New God Mister Miracle to open a boom tube directly to Daxam."
I sag slightly in the air. "Of course you did. And-."
A giant plume of dust and… Rock erupts from the ground a short distance away. Scans show… Yep, Eradicator androids smashing into the ground, digging for… Something.
"And you could just load yourself into his head?"
"Exposure to the Eradicator Program changed me, but I'm still fundamentally myself. You were right-"
Oh gods, it's worse than I thought.
"-by the way; being 'Clark Kent' was a waste of my time. I'll be able to do far more now that I'm abandoning that identity."
"I thought that you'd been practicing the theta wave state."
He actually smiles, and it's horrible. "I have. But the Eradicator Program was written with that in mind; it doesn't use telepathy to correct a confused brain."
"So, what now? And -not that I'm complaining- but why are you talking to me? I thought an Eradicator-inspired kryptonian would be more aggressive towards non-kryptonians."
"Now, I will recover the command section of the Doomsday and restore the ship. Once that is done, I will begin constructing the gene labs I need to recreate the kryptonian species."
"From scratch, or do you intend to alter existing people?"
"Whichever is expedient. While I understand why Kem-El did what he did, it was short-sighted. Concentrating our people on one planet put them at risk of exactly what happened."
"What exactly did Kem-El do? I never found out."
"He's the reason why daxamites are biologically divergent from kryptonians. The change wasn't voluntary, and not all of them survived the viral organism he used to do it." He glances at my face. "Every family has black sheep."
"Okay. Well, I regard recreating the kryptonian species as a good thing, and I don't have a problem with you taking the Doomsday."
"I didn't think you would. But in the interest of honesty I think I should probably mention the parts that you will have a problem with."
"Such as?"
"Amalak. He's a clear and present danger to the reborn kryptonian species. I will kill him, and take his ill-gotten trophies back to Daxam."
"Understandable, though it makes life a little difficult for me."
"I'll also be taking Har-Zod's station with me, to serve as our orbital command until the robots have had time to build something better."
"It was only here for our kryptonian contingent anyway."
"And naturally I'm going to kill Conner and Mitchell."
"And why is that?"
"Hybridisation is ungodly. And it puts our strength in the hands of our enemies."
"Not… Keen on that. Isn't Mitchell completely kryptonian now?"
"I couldn't change everything in his brain. There's still some genomorph in there. And the gods would know anyway."
"So the daxamites are alright because they don't contain alien genetic material?"
"And because they faithfully preserve kryptonian culture."
"But genomorphs are derived from Nam-Ek's genetic material, and he's-."
"A heretic and an abomination whom I will destroy once I work out how."
"Is there any chance that I can persuade you not to do some of those things in exchange for my assistance with some of the others?"
"Such as?"
"There are probably a few psion cloning plants in the Vega Systems that no one's touched. Even if you had to reconfigure them, it would save you a lot of time. Or I could give someone a power ring or two."
His eyes narrow. "And in return, I let your friends live."
"That's what I was going for."
"I can check Vega myself. And you're not my only source of power rings."
I blink. "Excuse me?"
"You're excused. I have work to do."
"No, wait, where are you getting rings from? There's no way that Zamaron would supply you and I doubt that it's the Guardians. So, Sinestro?"
He glances back at me, then his gaze-. What's he looking at?
Oh, no.
"Why is LexCorps sending a security force here?"
"He owns the site. Don't worry, I'll give him one chance to stand down. He's in violation of Earth law by not declaring this discovery anyway, and I have the legal authority to confiscate it."
"You don't, actually. You lost it the moment the Eradicator Program propagated itself into your mind. And I'm afraid that-."
Then things get blurry.
23:33 GMT -5
…
Send alert right now.
Compliance.
It's not just his expression. He's changed his costume. Kara.. showed me what used to pass as kryptonian formal wear, and I think this is the male version. A jumpsuit with black sides and a red strip down the middle covering the back and chest and inside leg. A line of white decoration runs down the sides of the arms and there's a pale yellow… Pattern down the right side of his chest.
Doesn't look that bad. Certainly beats external underwear, as far as I'm concerned. Maybe if it had an 'S' on his left pectoral to break up the red..?
"Am I speaking to the Eradicator Program?"
"You're speaking with Kal-El."
I suspect that Lex Luthor has nightmares like this. The posture, the disdain, the intonation… A physical god who knows it and isn't bothered by it. Adom is a little like that, but this is… Worse. Because Superman isn't like that.
"Right, but you're not Kal-El as he was a little while ago."
"I'm better, now. Properly Kryptonian, as I always should have been."
"And how did this.. change, happen?"
"I was concerned about your abduction of Sod-Yat. I asked the New God Mister Miracle to open a boom tube directly to Daxam."
I sag slightly in the air. "Of course you did. And-."
A giant plume of dust and… Rock erupts from the ground a short distance away. Scans show… Yep, Eradicator androids smashing into the ground, digging for… Something.
"And you could just load yourself into his head?"
"Exposure to the Eradicator Program changed me, but I'm still fundamentally myself. You were right-"
Oh gods, it's worse than I thought.
"-by the way; being 'Clark Kent' was a waste of my time. I'll be able to do far more now that I'm abandoning that identity."
"I thought that you'd been practicing the theta wave state."
He actually smiles, and it's horrible. "I have. But the Eradicator Program was written with that in mind; it doesn't use telepathy to correct a confused brain."
"So, what now? And -not that I'm complaining- but why are you talking to me? I thought an Eradicator-inspired kryptonian would be more aggressive towards non-kryptonians."
"Now, I will recover the command section of the Doomsday and restore the ship. Once that is done, I will begin constructing the gene labs I need to recreate the kryptonian species."
"From scratch, or do you intend to alter existing people?"
"Whichever is expedient. While I understand why Kem-El did what he did, it was short-sighted. Concentrating our people on one planet put them at risk of exactly what happened."
"What exactly did Kem-El do? I never found out."
"He's the reason why daxamites are biologically divergent from kryptonians. The change wasn't voluntary, and not all of them survived the viral organism he used to do it." He glances at my face. "Every family has black sheep."
"Okay. Well, I regard recreating the kryptonian species as a good thing, and I don't have a problem with you taking the Doomsday."
"I didn't think you would. But in the interest of honesty I think I should probably mention the parts that you will have a problem with."
"Such as?"
"Amalak. He's a clear and present danger to the reborn kryptonian species. I will kill him, and take his ill-gotten trophies back to Daxam."
"Understandable, though it makes life a little difficult for me."
"I'll also be taking Har-Zod's station with me, to serve as our orbital command until the robots have had time to build something better."
"It was only here for our kryptonian contingent anyway."
"And naturally I'm going to kill Conner and Mitchell."
"And why is that?"
"Hybridisation is ungodly. And it puts our strength in the hands of our enemies."
"Not… Keen on that. Isn't Mitchell completely kryptonian now?"
"I couldn't change everything in his brain. There's still some genomorph in there. And the gods would know anyway."
"So the daxamites are alright because they don't contain alien genetic material?"
"And because they faithfully preserve kryptonian culture."
"But genomorphs are derived from Nam-Ek's genetic material, and he's-."
"A heretic and an abomination whom I will destroy once I work out how."
"Is there any chance that I can persuade you not to do some of those things in exchange for my assistance with some of the others?"
"Such as?"
"There are probably a few psion cloning plants in the Vega Systems that no one's touched. Even if you had to reconfigure them, it would save you a lot of time. Or I could give someone a power ring or two."
His eyes narrow. "And in return, I let your friends live."
"That's what I was going for."
"I can check Vega myself. And you're not my only source of power rings."
I blink. "Excuse me?"
"You're excused. I have work to do."
"No, wait, where are you getting rings from? There's no way that Zamaron would supply you and I doubt that it's the Guardians. So, Sinestro?"
He glances back at me, then his gaze-. What's he looking at?
Oh, no.
"Why is LexCorps sending a security force here?"
"He owns the site. Don't worry, I'll give him one chance to stand down. He's in violation of Earth law by not declaring this discovery anyway, and I have the legal authority to confiscate it."
"You don't, actually. You lost it the moment the Eradicator Program propagated itself into your mind. And I'm afraid that-."
Then things get blurry.
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