Superman

North Pole.

Kryptonian spaceship.

Luke, who should have been staying in Washington, busy dealing and negotiating with the White House and the Pentagon.

Sitting in the vacated hover seat, he opened the console.

"Recursive program diagnostics complete ......"

"Navigation authority confirmation complete ......"

"All systems are functioning normally."

A slightly dull soft female voice rang out in his ears.

After that, the complex and changeable operation interface unfolded, and a large number of geometric symbol-like letter syllables emerged.

Luke, who has many Superman templates, smiled at the corners of his mouth, compared to his younger cousin who had no Kryptonian education at all, he could be said to be knowledgeable.

The relevant knowledge in his mind, as if it flowed out like a self-search.

"The Kryptonian language has thirty-three basic letters, including nine vowels and twenty-four consonants ......"

"The way it is written is that the nine vowels are arranged in three rows and three columns, and the twenty-four consonants are arranged in groups of three each, in a radial pattern along eight directions ......"

"The reason for this is to fit the pattern of the Kryptonian flag ......"

"It also represents the eleven virtues that Kryptonians hold in high esteem ......"

"Truth, Peace, Collaboration."

"Selflessness, diligence, hope, restraint, justice, purity, imagination."

After absorbing the contents of those texts about the Kryptonian language, Luke found that the operating interface became easy to understand.

The various related instructions were stress-free to read.

Zip! Zee zee zee!

Just when Luke was familiar with the ship's operating system, there was a faint sound of electricity.

Not far away, the hatch opened and a strange figure stepped out.

"I am happy to see you have grown into a man. If only Laura could see it with her own eyes too ...... I'm your father, Carl ......"

Inexplicable intruder, saying inexplicable strange words.

Luke frowned slightly, and the smile at the corner of his mouth gradually expanded, as if he could not hold it in.

He looked to the intelligent consciousness that appeared as the ship's system activated and thus appeared.

The key that he inserted himself came from his little cousin.

The intelligent consciousness stored inside was actually Superman's own dad.

So, naturally, Jor-El took Luke to be his unseen biological son.

Male, Kryptonian, with the master key, young-looking ......

Combining the above conditions, who else could there be but Kal-El, who had strayed to Earth?

"Sorry, you probably have the wrong person."

Luke did not have the idea of recognizing his father for nothing, smiled lightly, and then introduced himself.

In front of Jor-El, he did not use the identity of the first cousin of Krypton again, vague and casual bullshit.

To put it bluntly, the Joe Ehle who appeared here.

The main key is stored in the intelligent consciousness, a piece of data, not a real person.

If Luke wanted to, he could delete it at will and erase any trace of existence.

"You're not Carl?"

Joe Ehle was a little confused, and then turned into shock.

His plan, where had it gone wrong?

The Kryptonian ship that hadn't landed at the planet location it was set up for?

"That's right, Mr. Jor-El, you can think of me as a remnant of a Kryptonian outpost."

Luke said softly with a twinkle in his eye.

The most glorious pioneering era of Krypton, once sent a large number of exploration teams.

Wandering in the universe, in various planets to establish outposts, to collect resources.

Earth, too, was once the object of their visits.

This 18,000 year old space ship is the evidence left behind.

"Outposts ...... Remnants ......"

Jor-El digested for a moment, and his face was strained.

In that case, wouldn't the other party be older than himself.

After he was born, the pioneering era of Krypton had ended and entered a period of closed, conservative class rule.

"It's okay, Joe, just call me first cousin, no need to be too formal about age and status."

Luke waved his hand graciously, indicating that we were each on our own.

You call me first cousin, your son also call me first cousin, we all treat each other equally.

"...... first cousin?"

Joe Al coughed twice as he glanced at Luke's excessively young face and felt a little uncomfortable saying it.

Only Krypton's class division is clear and rigorous, each person's position among society, has long been set.

In addition to Superman, an individual case of natural childbirth, everyone else must abide by the rules.

Outposts of the remnants of Krypton, which is worthy of respect for the existence.

The intelligent consciousness of Jor-El, slightly doing a little mental construction, awkwardly shouted: "That, first cousin, my son ......"

"Kal-El, right? He has an Earth name now, Clark Kent."

Luke snapped his fingers and casually pressed a few times on the console, and a sea of projection pop-ups were instantly presented.

Krypton's technology tree is not known to be several eras ahead of Earth.

Luke easily used the ship's database to hack into the Internet, and then sifted out the information about Superman and placed it in front of Jor-El.

"He came to this planet later than I did, and is now a superhero on Earth, Metropolis' son of tomorrow ......"

Luke said softly.

"What about his adoptive parents ......?"

Jor-El acted as if he hadn't heard, just gazing at the slightly younger young face.

"Jonathan and Martha, they're both good people and have taught Clark a lot."

Luke left his hovering seat and said so.

"Then why did Carl's master key, fall into the hands of ...... first cousin?"

Joe Al then asked suspiciously.

Luke smiled faintly, after he pushed his younger cousin to the front of the stage, he simply did not want to negotiate properly with the federal government.

It's not like Walt's company had extensive contacts and channels, unlike his own industry next door.

As a lieutenant general of the Pentagon in the next universe, Luke knows the virtues of that group of politicians very well.

Short-sightedness, profit-seeking, greed and stupidity are all in the bones of their nature.

Luke wanted to create an opportunity for his younger cousin to make his debut in the world's spotlight.

Negotiations were merely a means to stall for time, allowing the Kryptonians to break the situation was the real plan.

When faced with external pressure, the federal government would naturally back off and compromise.

That's why he got the master key to the Kryptonian ship from Clark's hand.

When he activated the huge ship buried under the Arctic glacier, which was like a fortress.

Far away in the Phantom Zone, General Zod, who had been exiled before the destruction of Krypton, and his men.

As a result, they also searched for the coordinates of Earth and obtained the whereabouts of the Sons of Krypton.

They were enough to put heavy pressure on the federal government and to manifest the importance of Superman.

......

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Earth, outer space.

A giant spaceship orbited around the near moon, the metal of its surface reflecting the glow of the forest.

General Zod, wearing heavy armor, was standing at the edge of a wide observation deck, overlooking the azure planet at his feet.

He was the military leader of Krypton, and from the moment he was born, his combat instincts, command talent, and genetic template for defending Krypton had been biotechnologically encoded into his body.

The concept of love and guardianship for Krypton is deeply engraved in Zod's soul.

So when he saw the incompetent elders sitting high on the council benches, only obeying the laws left by their ancestors, he was determined to overthrow the rule of this group of corrupt and incompetent people, and let Krypton rejuvenate.

Zod staged a brazen coup and organized a group of rebels.

Unfortunately, due to the vigorous obstruction of Krypton's chief scientist, Jor-El, he did not succeed in getting his hands on Krypton's fertility code - which is Krypton's gene pool, long before Krypton achieved artificial intervention in reproduction.

So the next generation of life is not a natural birth, but artificially bred.

The genes of all types of people on Krypton are recorded in the fertility code, which predestines Kryptonians to not be entitled to choose their own lives, because they are destined for the future from the moment they are born.

Zod, for example, was born a warrior and a military man.

Responsible for commanding the army and becoming a leader.

These are implanted in coded form into the genes, eventually forming biological instincts.

In this way can omit a large number of education and training time costs, as if ants, the individuals are divided into different types, a clear social division of labor, making the entire planet to the highest degree of efficiency.

In the long and endless history, Kryptonians forged their own brilliant civilization.

At that time, Krypton was constantly expanding outward, with countless ships traveling through the universe, setting up outposts on countless planets and searching for planets suitable for survival.

But the miracle of an extremely prosperous civilization did not last long, due to the depletion of huge resources, Krypton had no choice but to give up the move to explore the outside.

Thus embarked on another form of civilization process - to artificially nurture the way to set the occupation of Kryptonian life, life.

Zod's gaze is deep, looking out into the deep space of the infinite darkness of the universe.

The azure planet emits a soft glow full of life, like a magnificent and brilliant giant celestial body, which is beyond mesmerizing.

He was born to defend Krypton, and the mother planet has long since collapsed and shattered in the explosion of the Earth's core.

So the continuation of the race became Zod's only purpose.

The birth code was given by Jor-El to his son, the hope for the rebirth of Krypton.

Zod brought the only remaining members of his people across the vast sea of stars to this beautiful planet with its unique civilization and life.

The son of Jor-El was the only natural human born on Krypton, a planet long since destroyed.

He has not been programmed in his genes, and the treasure of fertility is in the hands of the other side.

"I will inevitably rebuild Krypton."

Zod said firmly, a powerful confidence and determination in his eyes.