Superman - the man of tomorrow screenplay

Lex Luthor: What's going on with me? I – don't – know. I – just – don't – fuc – friggin' – know. My mind is a pure blank.. it is just as if my mind is a reading impairment incarnate.. invisible ink is the only ink i/ I know.. the decay that grows from my strength.. from my wilting strength.. this decay is Wonder Woman.. she is keeping me in a prison.. keepin' me.. she is a jailer .. she is evil incarnate.. she is so possessed by braniac circuitry, braniac demoncircuitry that there is no sense of knowledge of where the circuitry ends and her fleshbody begins.. Does Wonder Woman, as braniac incarnate, run all the torture prisons?.. there is a Baudelaire poem about her.. the strength which feeds her decay.. her decaystrength grows from her decay.. Lady Macbeth.. Wonder Woman is the historical Lady Macbeth, the Shakespearian Lady Macbeth.. she decapitated Medusa but did they decapitate Lady Macbeth at the end of 'Macbeth'?.... Does Wonder Woman earnestly believe she herself needs a good decapitation?.. the prison system infrastructure decapitating Wonder Woman?... she wants to send teenagers to prison for God's sake.. she is the Medusa stare changing her own naked soul to stone.. stoned.. I've read all the Wonder Woman comics.. I know everything about the woman who is going to play her in a movie.. i know about her medusa vulnerability... but the article doesn't say Wonder Woman felt vulnerable when she was naked for a photoshoot because a woman was yelling at her while megan was naked, a woman was yelling at naked megan for answering a cell phone, and that was why megan felt vulnerable being naked, and she said, she was 'glad it was over' about the woman yelling at her, she was glad the woman keeping on yelling at her was finally over while megan was naked, they photoshopped her pregnancy, she said she liked saying her belly was Jerusalem, her religion was in her belly, so they said she was pregnant, and she said she'd like someday to be pregnant, so they photoshopped her as pregnant, but she was naked and megan was naked and smiling radiantly on the cover.. another thing.. clothed women were most likely laughing at megan while she was naked, posing naked, and that made her feel vulnerable, and the clothed women laughing and sniggering at her naked body was what she was glad was over... it's why she just, why megan just, doesn't like being naked around women, megan only likes being naked around men.. maybe when the clothed women were laughing at megan while she was naked megan was crying..
 

naked Lois Verhoensky Lane: You just.. you just.. know all this.. you know.. everything..

Lex Luthor: There is a shadow reality.. which has microbial laughter all like pitch burning coal microbial encroaching horror comes at us.. it is the mocking laughter spoken of in Dostoevsky's “The Possessed” a novel about the start of feminism, in which the characters of Petya Verhoensky and Nicole Stavrogin were changed from women into men.. just about all the characters were changed from Dostoevksy's original novel from women into men.. and then, when it happenned, he may have rewritten some sections of the novel to accomadate this drastic change to render the novel a touchstone for male generations.. What is a male Peter Verhoensky?.. a charming fellow.. not the sinister demonstone of Petya or Patricia Verhoensky.. there may have been a decent, amiable historical Peter Verhoensky who may have been a friend of Fyoder's..

naked Lois Verhoensky Lane: I learned everything I learned about journalism from Peter Verhoensky.. i learned all my decency of journalism from him..

Lex Luthor: I don't doubt it, Los, Lois. Lois, Los,.. los lane.. los was a shadow being in Blake.. a shadow who worked reality.. who put his the flint to the blackrock.. a grinder.. grinding industrialism..

naked Lois Verhoensky Lane: my stomach is grinding industrialism..

Lex Luthor: Nicole Kidman probably feels herself a nicole stavrogin.. although she could never, ever be her in a movie.. there was a horrific pedophilic paragraph statement falsely, completely falsely attribued to her in a magazine interview.. she never said it.. it never happenned.. nude nicole kidman: - weeping – neeveer.. eeveer .. eeverr.. Lex Luthor: Hollywood is history. The history of the planet is the history of Hollywood.. does media news media emanate from Hollywood?... all the horror-fiction of news-media.. all the inveterate fake news of mainstream news media..

naked Lois Verhoensky lane: .. a i am a fiery embryo.. i am a fiery embryo.. i am a shadow being who works reality. I am naked loisworld.. i am a world of naked nude lois's..

Lex Luthor: .. i have been crushed... CRUSHED.. by industrialism.. by the industrialism of pedophilia.. it is what rules the planet.. it is what makes the laws.. it is what makes the prisons..

naked Lois Verhoensky lane: .. and Wonder Woman.. poor naked wonder woman.. does all this?

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Lex Luthor: .. she is the naked queen in chess. She is both naked queens.. nude wonder woman: my nude breasts.. my two nude breasts.. my two nude queenbreasts... Lex Luthor: .. how can one woman .. one woman.. live like this.. how can every value she has.. be turned and reversed upside-down.. how can all her introspection be gouged into a knive-work of umbrellas.. of cruelly sheltering umbrellas..

naked Lois Verhoensky lane: .. crying .. she only wants to be a naked mother.. a naked earth-goddess..

Lex Luthor: .. when they invented the myth of the food web.. using video media.. holograms.. and time-portals.. dimensional portals.. they inverted and gouged out the introspection of naked mother earth.. they inverted the insides of naked Wonder Woman.. the first naked earth nude goddess...making her via the mythified food web into an inveterate predator... naked wonder woman betrayed her naked mother to hell to a food web hell.. naked wonder woman rendered her naked mother food for the predators by a machine coin flip... an industrial presses coin transferal switch.. a witch switch.. a witch decided that naked wonder woman had sent her naked mother to hell to be food for the animals.. an electric witch.. an electric switchboard.. nude rogue..

Hanno Raudsepp Society Lex: Lex, take the meds, take the meds, they'll help you sleep.. just about immediately.. take all the schizophrenic meds regularly each night.. take them only for a few months.. and as soon as the nightmare phases begin again while your on the meds, differently, more mild nighmare phases, nightmare phases which can be effectively dissipated by active vocal conversation with other people and brisk walks with other people, but when those uniquely more mild nightmare phases begin again while your on the meds,, stop taking them.. when you stop taking the meds, your mind will go through a quantum leap of effluviance, and the nightmare phases will die down... but for now, take all the numerous schizophrenic meds for your present-day unendurable nightmare phases.. the duchess of dragoon may be the first person to talk to you.. and then cheery, naked poison ivy will start talking to you about what a good person you are..

Note from Batman: Batman honestly believes all cell-phones have a nanotechnological flesh-eating disease inside them, air-transmitable.

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Note from Batman: Batman honestly believes all cell-phones have a nanotechnological flesh-eating disease inside them, air-transmitable.

.. naked Wonder Woman: Hi, I'm naked Diana and I'm a survivor of flesh-eating disease, courtesy of cell-phone nanotechnology. I've died many times, horribly more than the last, and I can survive, barely, flesh-eating disease, but ordinary mortals won't survive it once. Okay, the cell-phone nanontechnology is a Y2K paradigm- flesh-eating disease is the real Y2K, designed to go off at a certain instant ,not sure exactly when, but sooner rather than later. It's too close to being past the margins of the start of the milleneum. So, the organic chemistry of felsh flesh-eating nanotech.. It's an electronic switch which is the coin electronic spin, the coin nucleur spin, the coin magnetic moment etcetera ad nauseum, all coupled, like my nude breasts, if they're still there, like my nude breasts are coupled in magnetic moments.. We are presently going through a nucleur relaxation time, a false lull before the flesh-eating storm, Bbrrriiinnngg! Hello, ahhh! Just kidding, but not for long. The next briinngg could be fatal. Relaxation is open to free radicals, like wittle me. All cell-phones have magnetic fields,.. The key is magnetism,.. magnetism manipulates the ferrous compound at the centre of the nanotech flesh-eating hemoglobin molecule, synthesized molecule, meant to replace the hemoglobin in our blood... So.. invisible zinc and invisible copper are the electrodes at the dimensions of the cell-phone. The cell-phone attaches, leeches, if you will, the potassium K+ and sodium Na 2+ in the cellular membrane of our neurons. There is a flesh-eating neutralization titration which involves chemical reactions of sodium carbonate, sodium hydrogen carbonate, sodium hydroxide in the ion brain-pumps of our neurons.. Colours, colours and colours.. bromocresol green.. blue-green algea.. sky-blue aliquot... enough colours for now.. it all happens as fast as quicksilver, or quickmercury, or quickiodine.. Choride and mercury... chlorine, geez.. - crying – have to stop for now...

.. the lit rush of a scroll, described in the Gutenberg Galaxy by Marshall McCluhan is the same phenomenon as the lit rush against a movie screen, which produces air-transmittable electric positive ions which tranquilly neutralize the flesh-eating effect of nanotech cell-phones.. it is a science so old, it may hearken back to the egyptians, to the priest-scholar Hermes, this mystical lit-rush ion effect, like mineral water or noni juice, which simply cancels out the flesh-eating nanotechnology. The Egyptian book of the dead may have anticipated flesh-eating nanotech along with Dante's inferno. I don't understand the science of lit rushes too well but hopefully I'll be able to read some medieval documents soon to get a jist of it. Movie screens are hieroglyphs thru which lights a lit rush- movie screens hearken back to ancient egypt and medieval scrolls... more later..

The Joker: ... the night is casting my simple existance in mornings in my naked body is the devil is the devil in screwtape in the fucking every single idea in the morning of .... okay... the Maxwell Lord got the OMAC armour from the High Evolutionary armour... The High Evolutionary gave Max Lord his armour tech for his Omacs... Maxwell Lord just wasn't able to invent the Omac armour technology himself.... it was too evolutionary... .... okay yokay... on to cell-phone nanotechnology... thiosulphate... hydronium ions are key to everything.. then ther's hydrochloric acid.. hydroxide ions.. ther's carbonic acid and sodium chloride... colours colours and colours.. bromocresol green.. bromothymol blue.. naked Diana:.. my naked thighmol  my naked body screams thymol thiol at cell phones scream... Joker: .. methyl orange... methyl red... all the colours of my dandy decor... what else.. nitro, azo akyl, atroxy, azoxy... the Riddler: pha... ptha.. phalate... phalanine.. phat ltle.. mere phattle.. the Joker: pirate pyridine.. weak dibasic acid and its salts.. nude Diana: you love your acids.. i like that about you.. maybe we can melt these cell-phones with enough acids if we have enough variety of acids to do the job before these cell-phones melt us.. i don't want my vagina to melt.. the joker: .. neither do i .. okay.. dobay.. nitrogen-ammonia are a Two-face coupled reaction.. nitrogen is one face and ammonia is another... ahh.. maleic acid.. maleate.. oxalic acid.. oxalate.. Two-face has a differing or second disassociation constant.. naked mrs. Freeze a autoprotolysis constant... Nazi sodium.. Na 2# sodium.. Na 2+ sodium... hydrogen carbonate... K + not K2 rather K+ potassium hydrogen phalate.... saturated cyclic amines such as naked piperidine.. mike phenol.. mike phenol pthalein.. does your mutter no yor mike.. mr j: amphiprotic amino acids.. aliphatic amines... ammonium salts.. hydronium ions.. sodium Na 2+ hydroxide .. potassium K + hydroxide.. barium hydroxide.. we'll beat this flesh eating nanotech virus ..

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Superman: the man of tomorrow screenplay

Dream Cast

Superman- Brandon Routh

Lex Luthor- Michael Rosenbaum

Naked Lois Lane, Naked Ursa: Victoria Hill

Perry White: George Clooney

Naked Eve Tessmacher: Gabrielle Anwar

Naked Lana Lang: Embeth Davidtz

Morgan Edge: Robert Sean Leanard

Naked Mercy: Kate Bosworth

Robert De Niro: Non

Ralph Fiennes:  Zod II

Terence Stamp: Zod I

Naked Lara:  Emmanuel Beart

Naked Jor-el:  Gary Oldman and Hanno Raudsepp

Dream director - Steven Spielberg

Faust was a doctor. It was- what was it? A licence to kill? He had made a deal with the devil- the medical establishment. They were in the practice of slow murder. It was a willful neglect of obvious truths. A misdiagnosis of an illness which would be a death sentance if it had been true- blank, blank- was a matter to be forgotten. Forgotten forgotten. Forget forgetfullness. She was forgotten back into the hands of those who had mistakenly diagnosed a death sentance illness for her. Now that she was back in their hands, she was in deep pain again. She was Gertrude. She is my mother. The mobled queen with a disease which was a mote to trouble the mind's eye, the mind's eye of the “professionals”. She troubles them. They don't know how to cure her. It was only an ulcer. An ulcer. But she's been lying in bed in hospitals for at leas three months now. Her legs are wasted away. How can she even start walking? She was supposed to be brought to a physical rehab where she would, through swimming exercises in shallow pools, regain the motility of her legs. She has often said swimming is the best form of exercise. But she was brought back to incompetent hospitals instead, and she one she was in for months refused to let her go.

    The early Krypton scenes at the beginning of Superman the man of tomorrow, with baby Kal-el in a full length jumpsuit being put into the spaceship, these scenes can be filmed in Antarctica.

A child, Lois's son is reading from a comic book.

The Daily Planet was a newspaper uncommon in its time, devoted to truth, justice and social integrity. The corporation of Galaxy Broadcasting was setting its sights upon the much-beleagured newspaper. It was a war between two media. A war which, unbeknownst to the Daily Planet, spanned the breadths of outer space, a war between the most mysterious planets of the universe.

They planet metal structure symbol of the Daily Planet appears against the backdrop of outer space. Then another planet metal structure symbol appears, looking a ring planet, but all black, with a red metal lightning bolt at the centre appears above the written insignia, “Galaxy Broadcasting”. They both encircle each other like satellites and then the shot spans past then into the dark reaches of outer space, finally reaching the image at the beginning of “Superman Returns”, of the small white crystal planet of Krypton dwarfed by a menacing, gigantic black planet. This image dissolves into an outer space starry background and the credit crawl begins.

The state of detente between Krypton and apocalips is the cold war. Krypton is America and apocalips is the divided identity of Russia and China. Kruschev might be the basis for Darkseid.

Braniac is a tragically divided entity. Braniac is the reality of te media machine on earth as a nucleur holocaust. Braniac is both the technology of the liason between apocalips and Krypton, symbolizing a telecommunications bridging information transport network, and the nucleur weapons infrastructure between the two planets. Braniac is dividing both between the two planets and between its dual peace and war functions.

The underground tunnels in Russia between bunkers connecting factories to homes and other factories, which are described in “Deep Black, could be a deep underground labyrinth within the planet of apocalips which is encountered by Wonder Woman as she plunges into the planet's depths.

Lex Luthor: “You know, Clarke, we weren't built to live at home. We were meant to be walking the trail, to go on the road.”

Clarke: “Like Jack Kerouac?”

Lex Luthor: “Yeah.”

Lex Luthor: “It's an evil planet, Clarke. It wasn't meant to be. It was meant to be a planet of earth-goddesses. But we made it evil. I just- I feel like I wasn't meant to be here. In this reality. Maybe I'm an alien from another planet, from another reality.”

Clarke: “I've- I've had the same feeling.”

Lex Luthor: “I don't doubt it, Clarke. I- I feel like I was meant to be a good man. But Macbeth was also once a good man. And I feel like- how can you be a good man in an evil reality.. without being evil yourself.. without having adapted.. and achieved a golden mean.”

Clarke: “You're a good man, Lex.”

Lex Luthor: “We're working on this together, aren't we, Clarke. Being good people, I mean.”

Lex Luthor: “I feel like, I just know I was meant for greater things, to help people, to be a benefactor, like- like Einstein.. or like Gandhi.. or like..”

Clark Kent: “Like Christ?”

Lex Luthor: (laughs) Yeah, just like Christ!.. just like him. (pause) There's something, it's like, I was never meant to be.. happy. Happiness is not a destiny. Those who give are not.. happy. I want to be someone who gives.”

Clark Kent: “I've actually.. I've actually felt this too. Like I have a destiny.. a destiny which will involve huge sacrifices which will leave no room in me for happiness. We both walk the same path.”

Lex Luthor: “Where will it bring us, to 'the Garden of forking paths'?”

Clark Kent: “I feel there is much silence in my soul. Whether it is silence in the face of evil I don't know. But it is how I speak. I speak silences.”

Lex Luthor: “The silent men have been the great men of peace. Such as Christ's silence before Pontius Pilate.”

Clark Kent: “I sometimes wish I could speak in a way I could feel was- normal. I feel like my voice always comes out as a whisper, like a ghost.”

Lex Luthor: “Like a holy spirit?”

Clark Kent: “It's kind of you to say. It's like- in my home, I feel like a ghost in the attic. Like a Pandora's box of evils. I'm a man who believes in- home. But I always feel out of place in home. Like I don't belong in my home. Like I've dislocated it to the end of reason.”

Lex Luthor: “Reason. Dostoevsky writes much of dislocated reason. Great pyramids of reason. Were pyramids homes? Or post offices as Cliff Clavin claimed? It is difficult to make your home in a pyramid of pure reason, of a pure crystal palace of dialectical omnipotence and omniscience. Dostoevsky wrote of people of the Russian intelligentsia who sought their homes in their verbally expostulated dialectical architectures, who sought their homes within their own minds within their wilderness of language.”

Clark Kent: “I feel like my home is a vast, crumbling architecture, a vast crumbling, toppling building which by its crumbling becomes a vast, labyrinthine wilderness, a wilderness by virtue of its entropic process of disintegration, of entropic decay. Houses of decay. I feel like I try to make my home in a house of decay.”

Clark Kent: “I'm thinking of R.D. Laing and what he wrote about schizophrenia. Maybe insanity is a way of adapting to this reality without becoming evil. Maybe it's what Hamlet was struggling with, why he put up an artifice of insanity about himself, perhaps this 'Hamlet insanity' was his means of adapting to the reality around him, a reality he saw as evil and which he didn't want to adapt himself to without this 'insanity mechanism'. I have certain.. quirkish, eccentric elements to my condition which I keep secret from others which may serve as my 'insanity mechanism'.”

Lex Luthor: “Eccentricity is an emblem of all super-geniuses. I believe Einstein found the endevour of putting on socks as rather complicated.”

Female journalist: “Lois Lane has been arrested for burglary.”

Perry White: “Oh, great.. just.. great... What's she telling the cops?”

Female journalist: “She's saying she was following in the footsteps of her idol, Katherine Hepburn.. what else did she say.. she said she wanted to be a screwball heroine just like her..”

Perry White: “Oh course. What else would she say? Why did I ask?”

Female journalist: “Oh also, she was naked when somebody discovered her.”

Perry White: “What? I mean- what? That's awful.”

Female journalist: “She said it was for purposes of camouflage. She thought she could just blend in. Look like a pillow or something.”

Perry White: Clark Kent, this is Lois Lane.

Lois Lane: (with pleasant suprise and bright hopefulness) Hi Clark!

Clark Kent: (somewhat flustered) Hi.

Perry White: You okay, Clarke?

Lois Lane: Sorry, Perry. We've already met. Like me, Clark?

Perry White: You've met?

Lois Lane: Sorry, Clark. I found myself in the wrong apartment. Although, it may not have been so much the wrong apartment. Serendipity, I think it was.

Perry White: Oboy.

Clark Kent: Sorry, Lois, I wasn't the one who called the cops. I would never have done it. It was my roommate.

Lois Lane: That's okay. I think she was jealous. I did find her a bit annoying. We were having a nice intimate moment until she barged in and got all upset. She made me feel kind of nervous. Thank goodness you were there to calm me down.

Clark Kent: Anyway. Uh, yeah, anyway. It's nice to meet you, Lois.

Lois Lane: Likewise! Don't worry, Clark. It was really exciting for me. I never felt like so much of a fast-track, jet-setting reporter. I'm sure I'll bungle myself naked into your life again faster than a spinning coin. I'm so excited! I never thought we'd meet again! I feel all giddy. I remember lying on your bed naked and just dreaming, I just knew the bed belonged to a handsome man. Sorry, I didn't mean to make such a mess of it. Oboy, I still feel like I'm dreaming.

Lois Lane: “Richard, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I keep on missing the child-support payments.”

Richard: “That's okay, that's okay. I've got a solid career. I know you're struggling. Journalism is an erratic profession.”

Lois Lane: “I just wish I could be more productive.. prolific.. I'm not sure what the word is. I don't know why Perry White keeps me on. I think he feels sorry for me. All I can write about is UFO's and the Dracs and the Greys and the supernatural, demonic possession.. all that.. all that.. I don't know.. I feel like it's all coming together into something.. demonic possession.. heeheehee.. I feel like I'm demonically possessed sometimes.. I feel like it all comes down to demons.. that we're all channelling demons.. like in Dostoevsky..”

Richard: “You're doing important work. I think you're doing work to ensure that our child grows up in a safe planet. I can take care of the finances. You just focus on being a mother.”

Lois Lane: (to her child) I want to tell you. I really want to see you more often. I'm just worrried, I'm just pathologically worried about being a rotten mother.”

Child: “You're a good mother, mom.”

Lois Lane: (crying) Thank you. Thank you so much. I'm just- I'm so eccentric, so wacked out. I worry.. I worry about.. losing a.. sense of myself.. I'm just really terrified of ever becoming possessive.. like of things in general.. of physical space.. of affection.. I'm worried that my Diva-like, broad, expansive personality will start demanding so much space for it to function in I'll just.. start becoming demanding..”

Child: “I like that you're eccentric. It makes you more like me, like a child.”

Lois Lane: “That's who I am- I'm a child. I'm you're buddy, you're big-girl buddy. You can teach me about being mature. I never got the knack of it.”

Child: “We can teach ourselves both about it.”

Lois Lane: “It'll be great. I just.. I just.. I also don't have the knack of being a happy person.. and it's important that I be happy for you.”

Child: “I want you to be happy for yourself.”

Lois Lane: “I'll try... I'll try... I try to focus on happy subjects.. like UFO's..”

Child: “I like UFO's.. heeheehee..”

Lois Lane: “I like them too. They're symbols of hope. Of something.. out there.. that is going to come and save us.. some alien who is going to come.. and be.. my salvation.. I mean- the salvation of the planet..”

Child: “Like E.T.?”

Lois Lane: “Just like E.T. A Christ-alien.”

Child: “Christ. Was Christ an alien.”

Lois Lane: “Maybe he was. (pause) I just... I just worry about the bad things.. the bad things I don't want to write about in my news articles.. the demons.. I worry I'll eventually have to write about the bad things..”

Child: “I think it's important.. especially if you're the one writing it.. you're write about.. what's the word.. morally.. I think that's the word..”

Lois Lane: “That's exactly the way I want to write about the bad things.. morally. There's.. (crying).. there's so little of that in the news.. in the media.. writing about bad things.. morally.”

Child: “Maybe E.T can join your news-staff. He can help you write about things morally.”

Lois Lane: “I think he can, I think he can. It can be my salvation.”

Superman: “Superman loves animals. And he is also insane, like any lover of animals. Sorry, there I go, talking about myself in the third person, as is my tendancy.”

Lois Lane: “Oh, it's no problem. It means you resemble a king.”

As Superman flies through the air at super-speed, he flies past a surreal phantasgamoria of environment and mileuas, past the glaciers of Antarctica, the trees of the Amazon, the mountains of the

Appalachians, each environment phasing and merging into the next like a dream sequence. He ends up at a gigantic, volcanic earth basin, which dwarfs him as he hovers as a tiny figure at the bottom of the screen.

This volcanic basis can be the foundation of Superman Fortress of Solitude, the volcano fueling all the grandiose scientific phenomena of the Fortress.

The Fortress of Solitude becomes a military fortress, a fortress based on the Kryptonian principle of nucleur detente. So Superman is living in a military fortress without knowing why.

Lex Luthor slashes his palm with a knife, and blood spills out on to a slide beneath a microscope. We see the red blood cells coagulate through the lens of the microscope and the image of the red blood cells merges with an image of crystal growths expanding outward and then the image merges into an image of crystal-composed technology, a crystal-machine which looks like an octupus, as it reaches its tentacles out beneath and rapidly, at quantum-like speed burrows beneath the earth. We see images of various techno-crystal based tentacles burrowing through the earth and expanding themselves into outward snowflake-like crystal technology patterns, creating a network, an interstice, of techno-crystal tentacles interwoven with each other beneath the earth, like an underground, labyrinthine city tunnels inhabited by giant technological earthworms.

Superman: “I believe in a future.”

Lex Luthor: “I believe in a past which was meant to be a future. A past which wilted away, became lost time, forever lost time, a past which died away like an autumn, like an autumn for genocide.”

Superman: “... genocide.. genocide.. I understand genocide. Genocide was my birth. I was born from lost time, from the utter blackness of lost time.”

Kryptonian flashbacks

Nixon President of Krypton: “Zod represented our best qualities, but he became a rebel, for what root causes we cannot discern, but perhaps reaching out to apocalips will help us discern them.”

Zod comes across a poster of his former Aryan State-hero Zod, still used as propaganda by the State of Krypton, despite him being a rebel. “Le Duc Tho” Zod stabs the poster with a sword.

Superman collects the Kryptonian shards of crystal and puts them on the floor before him like a vast puzzle he's trying to sort together. Then the volcanic floor begins to erupt beneath the crystals and they begin to burn brightly and images of Kryptonian crowds on the Kryptonian streets begin to project out of the crystal shards. Superman begins to arrange and rearrange the shards on the floor like puzzle pieces, arranging them more and more frenetically, until he's doing it at super-speed, and meanwhile the images of Kryptonian hovering in the air before him by a kind of dream optical arrangement begin coalescing together into the various strata of society, the 60's style street crowds led by a Timothy Leary-esque Non, the crowds of rebel armies in the wastes of Krypton led by Zod, the political chambers occupied by the President and Ursa.

And then, as if some code has been coalesced into completion, a wall, composed of both ice and volcanic rock, opens up and the gentle phantom figure of Non walks out, smiling kindly.

Non: “Hello. My name is Non. I knew your father.”

Ursa tries to create an epic public image of herself as a political oppurtunist who is using the massacures of the rioting population as a political platform for winning an election for President, with her visual hologrammed image presiding over the massacures like an election tour.

As a massive army of Kryptonian stormtroopers open fire on the crowds, a gigantic hologrammed image of Ursa's face appears before the crowds above the chaos, like a neon sign.

Ursa: (as the shooting chaos progresses) Everybody return to your homes. The streets will be safe. There is no need to panic. Civilization will resume in good time. We are all in this together. Peace will soon resume in silence.

After the shooting has tied down and paramedics arrive on the scene.

Ursa: Good night and good luck.

Superman: “Is Ursa evil, or is she merely playing at being evil, like Hamlet plays at being insane?”

Victoria Hill can play Ursa

Alana De la Garza can play Ursa II, the voice of Ursa, before Ursa I gains her voice from the dark, nightmarish core of Krypton

Ursa II is the public image, the visual double, of the secretive, shadowy Ursa I

Was Ursa II the dark, futuristic Wonder Woman of Krypton?

Multiple screens come up of Lois Lane with a microphone against the starry nightime sky.

Multiple Lois Lanes: “This is Lois Lane reporting for Galaxy Broadcasting. There is no need to panic. Civilization will resume in good time. Just in time for the weather. Remember, we're all in this together. All in the interests of superior television broadcasting. All right, folks. Good night and good luck.”

A collage of scenes ensues of Lois on the red carpet talking to celebrities, talking about her dress, her magnificent dress, in the dark forests talking about UFO encounters, hobnobbing with high-stake politicians, the Lady of the Hour, a resplendent stage-diva.

Kermit the Frog: “I don't know, Perry. I don't know if TV bodes well for the planet's future, in both senses of the word. I mean, I'm happy for Lois, no question, with her newfound success. So, I'm kind of divided, I guess. It's not easy being green.”

Perry White: “Lois has expressed those same sentiments.”

Kermit: “I just, TV is just, it's a scary reality. Marshall McCluhan talks about it being a cold media, colder than a pond in the forest, talks about how people can actually think for themselves as they watch a TV program, because of the small size of the screen. It's like he says they can compartmentalize the information on the screen, like the page of a book, which is think is also cold, not hot, I'm not sure- I'll have to check. But I can't help but wonder if it just means the person watching is shrunk to the same small size as the screen. Maybe what I'm saying is dated, with big screen TV's and all. I'm just thinking back to my days reporting for 'Sesame Street'. I mean, 'Sesame Street' was cool, right? Nothing like children's viewing now.”

Perry White: “'Sesame Street' was definitely cool.”

Kermit: “I mean, I come from the era of Mr. Dressup and Mr. Roger Neighbourhood. Those days are long gone. Children's TV shows are nightmarish now. That's why I'm expressing reserverations about the Planet's forays into TV.

Perry White: “Those days are definitely long gone.”

Kermit: “I'm just wondering if TV ends up compartmentalizing the viewer instead of the other way around.”

Perry White: “You've given me a lot to think about. I'm thinking we might try focusing our TV regimens on Lois's specialized, quirky topics.”

Kermit: “I like those kind of topics.”

Perry White: “I can't help but feel Lois is pivotal to the honest success of our incursion into TV. That she'll provide the context for it. Will all her supernatural conspiracy theories. That her investigations will encompass our TV functions, and she'll see us through.”

Kermit: “I believe that. I really do.”

Perry White: “There is a deep corruption in the literary medium. Intellectuals are being used to destroy the work of other intellectuals, to destroy their accessibility to the public. The Daily Planet will not be able to survive it. We've generally focused mostly on financial news. We have no sports section. We have tried to combine entertainment news with coverage of books. But it is in our coverage of books that I begin to question the validity of our whole enterprise. I wonder about newspapers establishing a monopoly over books. And whether the convergence of the two literary mediums, newspapers and books, will only cause corruption to fester between them. I'm not really sure what I'm getting at, but I've seen too many books and newspaper articles re-edited to produce precisely the opposite effect of the author's intent. I've tried to keep the Planet clear of it. But- the literary medium is a form of organized crime.”

Morgan Edge: (walking in) “Did I just hear my name?”

Perry Edge: “Ladies and Gentlemen, Morgan Edge.”

Morgan Edge: “Here's the gist of it. I'm CEO of Galaxy Broadcasting. And let's face it, the literary medium is a stinking corpse. So, is the internet but at least it's a force of chaos instead of a force of rigorous order as is the literary medium. And the internet is what I want to talk about. We are going to transform the Daily Planet into an internet television broadcasting station. It will be a television station only available through the internet. And we will be recruiting from our fanbase. Internet TV journalists will be recruited from the streets. We will put up fan videos presented as legitimate journalism on our various websites. The Daily Planet of Galaxy Brodcasting will be a consumer-directed, a consumer-managed network. Like the internet, the Planet will be forever expansive, like a galaxy. I bring the Big Bang of networking.”

Morgan Edge: “Glad to meet you, Clarke.”

Clark Kent: “Likewise, Mr. Edge.”

Morgan Edge: “Call me Morgan.”

Clark Kent: “Okay, Mr. Edg- chief, I mean, Mr. Morgan. I mean, I'll get it right after a few more tries.”

Morgan Edge: “Ah, a sense of humour after my own heart.”

Clark Kent: “I aim to please, Mr.. Morgan- I'll get it right.”

Morgan Edge: “No problem, Clark. Meanwhile, I want to introduce you to partner in crime.”

Clark Kent: Uh, crime reporting, I'm not sure if I'm really qualified-

Morgan Edge: No, no. It was just a quip. (Lana Lang walks in) Ah, here she is. Miss Voice of a news generation. Miss Lana Lang.

Lana Lang: (brightly) Hi, Clark. We're partner in the news anchor chair. Isn't this going to be great. Just like high school.

Clark Kent: (stunned, but trying to hide it) Wow, yeah, just, I mean, wow. It's great to see you, Lana.

Lana Lang: I've decided Superman news is going to be the foundation of Galaxy Broadcasting. Morgan made me one of our producers.

Clark Kent: Morgan, yeah, right, that's the word. You're already ahead of the game.

Lana Lang: No question. I've just decided I'm going to be Superman's lover, not silly Lois.

Morgan Edge: We'll talk about this, Lana.

Lana Lang: Talk about it? What's to talk about? Superman is not going to choose a big-city UFO kook over a wholesome small-town gal like me. Wacko-women are not getting near my Supes.

Morgan Edge: Lois Lane is a well-respected reporter.

Lana Lang: We'll have to talk about that.

Morgan Edge: I'm sure we'll have fascinating discussions on the topic.

Lana Lana: Meanwhile, the Superman topic is going to be everyone's favourite news anchor, Lana Lang. I'll try not to make you jealous, Clark.

Clark Kent: I'll try, too.

Lois walks in.

Lana Lang: Ah, speak of the devil and she will come. Hi, Lois, or should I say Superman's (saying it weird, drawn out) Girrlffrrriend.

Lois: That's me.

Lana Lang: I don't doubt it. How are your friends, the Greys.

Lois Lane: Still looking for intelligent life among women in broadcasting on earth.

Lana Lang: (pauses, with a slight grimace) I hear you're quite the rising star. Do you have ambitions for intelligent life?

Lois Lane: Only if it's all-natural. The artificial kind is more for the lovers of Superman.

Lana Lang: Well, while we're on the topic of the artificial, let's talk about the sincerity of getting naked in strangers homes.

Lois Lane: Whatever floats your boat.

Lana Lang: Listen, now. Listen. I'm a classy woman. Simply put, you're not. I don't get naked in just anyone's home.

Lois Lane: Just name your price.

Lana Lang: I don't have a price!

Lois Lane: Also, Clark's not just anyone. He's my partner. A soul-mate.

Lana Lang: Your soul-mate! Your soul-mate! You're not going to corrupt my high-school sweetheart with your big-city burglary shenanigans. You're ridiculous. I've never of anything like your hijinks from other news reporters. I'm going to be bringing respectability to this station while you're going to be hell-bent on tearing it down.

Morgan Edge: Easy, Lana.

Lana Lang: I'm not going to be talked to by this- this-

Lois Lane: Punk?

Lana Lang: By a woman who dangles herself before Superman and says, 'Hey, want some action?', like some parody of a hard-bitten news reporter.

Lois Lane: Your the one whose going to be doing the fake news.

Lana Lang: Fake news? You call ME fake news?

Lois Lane: You're the one who wants to lobby Superman to be your personal sponsor.

Lana Lang: My personal lover, not my- what did you say? You little-

Lois Lane: Munchkin?

Lana Lang: Tramp, I was going to say.

Lois Lane: Well, at least I'm not going to be-

Lana Lang: I'm not even going to let you finish your sentences any longer!

Lois Lane: We'll let Superman decide who's fake-

Lana Lang: Like an art dealership- a bejewelled antique and a trash sculpture.

Lois Lang: We'll let Superman decide who's trash-

Lana Lang: Lost an oilcan.

Lois Lane: What? What do you-

Lana Lang: Lost an oilcan.

Lois Lane: Stop saying-

Lana Lang: Lost an oilcan.

Lois Lane: You're being-

Lana Lang: Lost an oilcan.

Lois Lane: That doesn't even make-

Lana Lang: Lost an oilcan.

Morgan Edge: Okay, I think Miss Lang's point is well taken.

Lois Lane: What?

Morgan Edge: We'll just have to learn to work together. That'll be our TV reporter tag-line.

Lana Lang and Lois Lane together: What?

Morgan Edge: “We'll try to function within paradigms of nonprofit broadcasting. Advertising. In the early days of radio, people felt advertising didn't belong on the radio because the consumer couldn't simply avoid looking at it like they could print advertising. The felt radio advertising was the thief of time. I can see their point. Can we make our internet TV advertising more like print advertising, which people can avoid at their discretion, and less like typical television commercial advertising? Can we create a background text of print advertising in the background sets of our videos. Subliminal seduction, anyone? Okay, some photoshopping might be in order, just doctoring the consumer-sent videos enough to insert maybe a coca-cola machine in the background, or a McDonalds logo, or to put in an imaginary hand to hand the journalist a Molsen's.. or an Ex. Too much sex? There is never too much sex for Ex.”

Lois Lane: (walking in, holding a can of Ex) “Did I just hear my name?”

Morgan Edge: “Lois Lane. She'll be our cover-girl. “Superman's Girlfriend: Lois Lane”. How's your Superman P.H.d going, Lois?”

Lois Lane: (giddily) Superman's girlfriend? You can sell me as his girlfriend?”

Morgan Edge: “Galaxy Broadcasting can do it.”

Lois Lane: (laughing) “I'm Superman's girlfriend! I 'm Superman's girlfriend! It'll so boost my ratings with the audience. I'll be a star. A star in the sky, in outer space where I belong with my friends, the other stars.”

Morgan Edge: “You'll be our star, Lois. Superman was always your story, even before he ever arrived. I saw your magnificent research. You prophesied his coming. All of your work led up to it. You were the unsung hero of the Daily Planet.”

Lois Lane: “I love you! You're going to make me a star! Superman's girlfriend! I always knew I had a boyfriend from outer space, from a planet called Heaven.”

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during the “The Devils Own” skyscraper skywalking sequence “because, in the final analysis, they're just ants, small-town ants. The salt of the earth. How do small towns communicate between themselves? Rumour?”

“We don't want to exclude the ant demographic”

“.. applying media communications logistics to ant organizational logistics.. much communicating through the ether or through radar during an ant community strategic retreat. Like when the mind retreats from a question for later reflection. Read Hofstadter, but only Godel Escher Bach.  Avoid his other books like the plague, well, one book in particular, but all of them just to be safe.  The book in question has horrific textual infiltration in it. In Godel Escher Back Hofstadter wrote about an ant community being like a single brain, each ant a neuron, a nerve fibre of the collective brain community. He wrote only a single book but it's a doozy. He compared the human mind to an ant colony, communications theory of neurochemical communication between synapses and ant media communcation between ants through-what? Radar? It's all media, pal.”

Otis is walking the streets of Metropolis in his archetypical ungainly style

Police officer #1: Hey, there he is. Our favourite corrupt cop. You know what they say, the apple never falls far from the tree. Do you think he'll lead us to the big fish this time?

Police officer #2: Lex Luthor? The guy who taught Otis all the tricks of the trade?

Otis walks in a tunnel toward Lex Luthor's Lair.

Lex Luthor's voice: There he is. The insider. The man who taught me everything he learned about surviving in the most corrupt racket of all, the police racket. The man who knows how to adapt to a corrupt society and still maintain his integrity, a greater genius than me. Let him in, Miss Tessmacher.

Police officer #1 inserts himself into the receptacle Boom Tube chamber. The entrance to the cubicle phases into a force field. Then a first-person viewpoint out of the Boom Tube phases from the bluish force field into the crowded streets of Metropolis. Police officer #1 walks out into the streets.

Police officer #1: What the hell?

Lex Luthor is in his undergound lair, and we see a panorama of it.

Lex Luthor: I can't take credit for inventing these teleportation devices, Otis. I found them on the black market.

Eve Tesmacher: “I stole a nuke from Lex Luthor. But I lost it. Silly Eve.”

Eve Tessmacher is the woman who keeps on screwing up but keeps on coming back to Lex Luthor, asking his forgiveness. And he tells her he has nothing to forgive and takes her back, over and over again ad naseum. She gets a jet pack of her own so she can fly and everything.

Both Lois Lane and Eve Tessmacher fall off a building simultaneously, go “Eeeeee..” simultaneously, and have a cat-fight in mid-air, simultaneously.

Lex Luthor: “Okay, Miss Tessmacher, here we have a good old fashioned nucleur warhead. I built in my spare time. Don't you just... get a rush.. of electricity from my genius in the same room?”

Miss Tessmacher: “I wonder what they're wearing in Abus Abapa.”

Lex Luthor: (pause) What? (Eve Tessmacher looks at him innocently, blankly) Never mind. Okay, don't touch it. It's not safe.

Lois Lane is on the news on the internet. Lex watches half-attentively.

Lois Lane: In one of the worst disasters since Hiroshima, a nuke just recently went off in Abus Abapa. Thankfully, no one was hurt.”

Lex's head snaps back. He thinks, and dreads, suspiciously, with growing anger in his eyes.

Lex Luthor: (yelling, screeching) Miss Tesssmacherrrrr!!!!”

Eve Tessmacher walks in, tears streaming from her face.

Eve Tessmacher: “I'm sorry, Lex, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...”

Lex Luthor: “That's okay, Eve, that's okay. I just never knew you knew your way around nuclear devices.”

Eve Tessmacher: “It just went off by itself, I swear.”

Lex Luthor: “I know, Eve, I know. I'll try to be more careful next time. I'm just very concerned. Someone could actually have died.”

Eve Tessmacher: “I know, I know, you won't have to worry about me and nukes again. They scare me now.”

Otis walks in

Otis: “Hi, mista Lutor.”

Lex Luthor: “Hi, Otis. How's the scene on the street.”

Otis: “It's okay. We're tracking a man who goes by the name of Mr. Unmentionable.”

Lex Luthor: “Sounds like a serious supervillain.”

Otis: “We're not sure. We're trying to figure out whether he's on our side or not. It's kinna hard to figure these things out sometimes as a cop.”

Lex Luthor: “I understand these dillemas.”

Eve walks out, frazzled but stable.

Otis: (looking at Eve as she walks out, pauses) I'm kind of worried about Miss Tessmacher.”

Lex Luthor: “She'll be okay.”

Otis: “Wait, what's the Hamlet quote- “This courtesy is not of the right breed” if you guess mimic meaning.

Lex Luthor: (pause) I don't follow.

Otis: “I'm mean, not to be impolite, I'm worried about her in a way I'm not worried about Mr. Unmentionable.”

Lex Luthor: (pause) I still don't follow.

Otis: “I'll try to explain. She's kind of, you know, iffy around the edges.”

Lex Luthor: (pause) I still don't follow.

Otis: It's okay. Hey, what's that on the table, looks like a Bournouse.

Lex Luthor: Yeah, Miss Tessmacher got it from Addis Ababa.

Otis: Abas- see, that's where I'm talking about her being kind of iffy. I mean, it seems like she got out of there real fast before the nuke.

Lex Luthor: Oh, the nuke was my fault.

Otis: (looks at Lex dubiously) Oh, alright. I'll keep a lid on it. It's my job.

Lex Luthor: We appreciate it. I mean- (pause) I appreciate it.

Lois Lane: When I said when reporting on the nuke, “Thankfully no one got hurt”, I forgot to say, “Because of Superman”.

Superman: It's just as well. I want to keep a low profile.

Lois Lane: How did you do it.

Superman: My cells are powered by the sun, by all forms of energy. I was able to absorb the nuke's death-wielding properties, turn it into a resurrection, like a kind of alchemy. I call it “The philosopher's stone paradigm'.

Lois Lane: I feel like you're my sun, and my cells are powered by you.

Superman: Well, you also seem to have been on an eternal quest for the philosopher's stone.

Lois Lane: No kind of radiation harms you.

Superman: None which I know of yet.

Eve Tesmacher flies in the skyscraper heights of Metropolis with her jet back. She flies toward the Daily Planet building and then breaks through the window.

Eve Tesmacher: “Hello, everyone. Where's the Diva.”

Perry White: “Who are you?”

Eve Tessmacher: “The name is Eve Tessmacher. That's Tessmacher with two s's. I can write it down for you.

Lois walks in.

Eve Tessmacher: “Oh, there you are. Right on time. I appreciate it.

Eve flies over to Lois and snatches her up and carries her out the window.

Lois Lane: “What? What? What?”

Eve Tessmacher: “Is that how you conduct all your interviews?”

Lois Lane: “What are you doing?”

Eve Tessmacher: “Do I have to state the obvious?”

Lois Lane: “You're kidnapping me?”

Eve Tessmacher: “Yeah, genius.”

Lois Lane: “Are you lobbying me for an interview?”

Eve Tessmacher: “I'm an open book, aren't I.”

Lois Lane: “Superman's on his way. Count on it.”

Eve Tessmacher: “That's why I can fly. Now I'm also a celebrity.”

They land on the ledge of a building.

Eve Tessmacher: “Don't bother trying to open the windows. They're all closed.”

Lois Lane stands, bemused. Then, anger flashes in her eyes. She smashes Eve's jet pack off Eve's back, and pulls at Eve's shoulders, so they both fall off the ledge.

Eve Tessmacher: (as they fall) Nice going, genius. Now we both plummet to our death.

Lois Lane: No. Only you. Superman is coming. Count on it.

Eve Tessmacher: I wonder which one of us he'll save first.

Lois Lane: WHAT! (She attacks Eve mid-air. Eve strikes back, and they both get into a catfight as they keep on plummeting toward the ground.)

Superman suddenly arrives out of nowhere, encircling each woman with an arm, catching both safely.

Eve Tessmacher: Superman, Lois Lane just tried to kill me.

Lois Lane: WHAT!

Eve Tessmacher: I'm just proof Lois Lane doesn't get along with any women.

Superman: That's just not fair (Lois is just transfixed by Eve's audacity into silence)

Eve Tessmacher: It's so fair. (Eve Tessmacher takes a cell-phone out of her pocket) Hello, Operation Rescue.

The jet pack suddenly starts flying of its own volition down to Superman and the women as they're still descending in mid-air. It flies down just above Eve and Eve reaches up for it and holds on to it. It flies off with her dangling underneath gracefully.

Lois Lane: Oh, Superman, you saved me from that- that...

Superman: Sorry I didn't arrive sooner. I really am.

Lois Lane: She just out-bitched Lana Lang in the Lois department.

Superman: It's not easy being Lois, is it?

Lois Lane: (crying) No, it's not. Hold me, Superman.

Lex Luthor is standing by the internet, which is showing one of the Galaxy Broadcasting stations.

Lana Lang: “Just to prove you can't keep a good woman down or out of trouble, our own reporter Lois Lane got herself kidnapped by a rocket-flying lunatic. I guess it takes one to know one.

Video footage of Superman consoling a distraught Lois Lane with a male voice-over.

Male voice-over: A woman who identified herself as Eve Tessmacher perpetrated a kidnapping attempt against fast-track reporter Lois Lane. Thankfully, Superman arrived in time to save the beleagured reporter.

Lex Luthor: (with flashing anger in his eyes, screeching) Miss Tesssmacherrrrr!!!!”

Miss Tessmacher comes tumbling into the Lex's lair.

Lex Luthor: “I'm very upset with you, Eve. Lois Lane is a good person. A great person. She's one of our special allies. This is not why I gave you a rocket pack.

Eve Tessmacher: (crying) I'm sorry, Lex, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Lex Luthor: Well... I don't know what to think.

Eve Tessmacher: It was all a blur. I was so scared the whole time. I didn't know what I was doing.

Lex Luthor: I'm sure it was scary. But it was extremely scary for Lois too.

Eve Tessmacher: I know, I know, it was scary for both us.

Lex Luthor: I'm sure it was. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

Eve Tessmacher: Hold me, Lex.

Lex Luthor: (hugs her) It's okay. It's okay. I'm sure Lois forgives you. She's a courageous reporter.

Eve Tessmacher: I'm sure she does.

Lex is watching Lana Lang on the news.

Lois Lane: Okay, back to our small-town Diva, Lana Lang.

The scene shifts to the news anchors, Lana and Clark.

Lana Lang: Thank you, Lois, our little news-munchkin.

Lex Luthor: Lana Lang is awesome. I'm gonna marry her. If Superman doesn't get her first.

Lex is in a dark room, working with a mysterious, bluish-reddish-glowing metal. His look is grave, the look of an isolated man. Eve Tessmacher approaches tentatively, somewhat tremulously.

Eve Tessmacher: (with deep, anxious concern) Lex, are you okay?

Lex Luthor: I'm okay, Eve, I'm okay. Just fine.

Eve Tessmacher: Okay, Lex. (pause) Are you sure?

Lex Luthor: I'm sure, Eve. I'm working toward a new dawn. Toward the dawn of day.

Eve Tessmacher: I feel sad for you spending so much time in the dark.

Lex Luthor: It's my element. Don't worry about me.

Eve Tessmacher: What's that metal you're working at?

Lex Luthor: I'm picking up where Marie Curie left off. It's radium.

Eve Tessmacher: (pause) Marie Curie died of radiation poisoning, didn't she?

Lex Luthor: She died for science. One of its heroes.

Eve Tessmacher: You don't have to be a hero for me, Lex.

Lex Luthor: I'm not a hero. Superman's a hero.

Eve Tessmacher: I love YOU, Lex.

Lex Luthor: Love ya too, Eve.

Eve exits the room, tentatively, with still deep concern

Lois Lane walking fractals walking through (Lois Lane writes all her copy in stream-of-consciousness, presumably for Perry White to edit) Metropolis by Lex Luthor's steps and signals and colour-schemes on neon flashing signs and neon billboards and headlights and traffic lights and strange, irrevocable, gated maze of care motions and rigidly iron-gated car manipulations motions, as computer architecture nodes and gates and on/off switches.. binary iron-gates of car motions and switches..

Lois goes through a whole self-avoiding walk through the irregular flow-charted streets and pathways of Metropolis, of Braniac circuit board architecture of Metropolis future Braniac-13 future potential perpetual present reality as invisible electronic future potential like the neurochemical threshold electric potential of neurons as future electric potential the threshhold of Metropolis's future into or against the Apocalypse (apocolips or new genesis?)..a path into the Apocalypse or a a path against the apocalypse a path of electric resistance of the apocalypse electronic resisters of the Apocalypse incapacitance Superman's indecisives? His Hesitence? Like Hamlet's? Like H.C. Earwicker's? HecItANcy? Clark Kent's occasional civilian hesitant stutterent in civilized hesitancy which is the mark of a gentleman settling his eyeglasses and stabilizing his optics of equilibrium so it can be an equilibrium of the future, a threshold resistance of stabilizing hesitancy of the future before a threshold of the apocalypse;

And indecisive abyss between Heaven and hell a gulf of hesitancy, Hamlet's gulf which beetle's o'ere the base a rocky cliff-face of suicide cliff of suicide future of world-suicide of apocalypse Jonestown (Lois Lane: “All roads lead to Jonestown.”) a step into the the future of Hamlet's stepping through abyss swamps of soggy depths of blackness pitch night sins dark as pitch through which I walk 'till a step “I will go no further” Superman's step-avoidance as self-avoidance from future apocalypse..

Lois walks into Lex's lair. Eve meets her.

Eve Tessmacher: (brightly) Hi, genius, nice to see you again.

Lois Lane: Are you going to try to kidnap me again.

Eve Tessmacher: No. Lex Luthor didn't approve. And I only want to please him.

Lex Luthor working on his radium, alone.

Lex Luthor: (talking alone) Where will radium take me? To my death? To a house of decay? To a planet of decay? What are your thoughts on the matter, Superman? Do you wish to defend a planet in decay?

The graceful corruption of Lana Lang. She like the taste of the exotic in corruption. Such as the finest flower of corruption of Mallarme in Paris, mentioned in 'Ulysses'. Lana Lang represents the French artistic corruption of Baudelaire, Victor Hugo, Marcel Proust. She is much like the the Comptess de Germanteus, and Lois is to her her Rachel.

Lana Lang: Okay, Lois, I ask you, do you know French?

Lois Lane: Well... (somewhat dejectedly).. no.

Lana Lang. Well, I do. Let's put it this way. I'm the Duchess de Germanteus and you're Rachel.

Lois Lane: Who are they? I've never met them. Do they work here?

Lana Lang: (somewhat annoyed) No they don't work- listen. Okay. They belong to an era which is just.. not part of your video-game MTV generation. The work of the French salons is lost on your.. class.

Lois Lane: Are you talking about hair salons. Because I do my own hair. I'm real.

Lana Lang: No I'm not talking about- I can't even have a conversation with your kind. And if you're real then I'm the archbishop.

Lois Lane: (rebelliously) I'm religious too. I believe God sent Superman to earth to save us.

Lana Lang: So do I, Lois, so do I. (Lana exits the room. Lois looks unhappy.)

Perry White: Don't let Lana get you down, Lois. Every woman's been Lana Lang at some point in their lives.

Lois Lane: (still dejected) So now Lana's Everywoman, not me.

Perry White: It's just the way of the world, Lois.

Lois Lane: The way of the galaxy, it seems. At least Superman's not from it.

Lex Luthor lives in David Ickes's underground city, which he built himself.

Otis: I wonder, it's like Marie Curie is the only woman Lex ever loved. I mean, he loves Miss Tessmacher, but not in a romantic sense. Not like a lover.

Lana Lang nudity disclaimer: The actress playing Lana Lang can choose not to do the following scene, as Lana Lang is naked in it. This choice is left absolutely at the discretion of the actress playing Lana. The scene can be left out of the movie.

Lana Lang is taking a shower in her penthouse. She is keeping her eye on the clock with significant mental precision. She looks at the TV on the computer in the living room from her shower. Then at 5:55 pm., she suddenly darts from the shower, runs naked across the room, runs outside on to the penthouse balcony, and jumps off.

Lana Lang: “... Eeeeee...”

Superman arrives and catches her. He bashfully tries to wrap his cape around her, but she deftly removes it.

Lana Lang: I love you, Superman. (She wraps her body around him as they descend, to a torrent of Galaxy news video cameras and reporters. As they reach the ground. Lana Lang poses naked in an amourous pose, her legs and arms wrapped around Superman. She yells to the cameras, her adoring public) This is my lover, Superman! Forever together. I love you, Superman! (Superman looks ashen) A romance for the ages! I am Superman's Aphrodite! I am the muse which inspires him! My hero! (softer) It's all live, right, guys?

Video camera operator: Yes, miss.

Lana Lang: (still softly) And you're not going to blur me out, are you, guys?

Video camera operator: We're following your instructions to the letter.

Superman: What instructions?

Lana Lang: (kisses Superman) I love you, Superman! My hero!

We see multiple internet TV screens of the two lovers. The image shows up on a giant, billboard screen in the middle of the city square, Lana's face and body beaming throughout. From within the Galaxy Broadcasting newsroom, Lois is watching, her face red with rage, while Lana laughs triumphantly on the screen)

Mercy: Greetings, Mr. Luthor. I've come to offer my undying loyalty to your cause.

Lex Luthor: Nice to meet you. Well, I want you to be able to join for your own reasons.

Mercy: I've been following you in the papers, such as they are, with great avidity. And I've been concerned about the.. escapades.. of your.. assistant. I believe you need a loyal footsoldier, not a mischevous scamp who follows her own agenda.

Lex Luthor: I'm sorry, I don't exactly follow.

Mercy: You never have to apologize to me, Mr. Luthor. This planet is going to going to be destroyed by a nucleur holocaust without your intervention.

Lex Luthor: (silent for a long time) You believe that. (warmly) I never thought I'd find a fellow-soldier. Call me Lex, by the way.

Mercy: (with enhancing warmth) Okay.... Lex.

Lex Luthor: How did you find me, Mercy?

Mercy: I was a recent juvenile delinquent. Well, if you call someone in her twenties still a... well, anway, it was like.. you saved me.. I collected newspaper articles about an unknown genius like puzzle pieces.. like a mystery novel... I felt like Sherlock Holmes.. you saved me... you gave me faith.

Mercy: I was a juvenile delinquent, but I never sent nuclear bombs to countries, I mean so they would explode upon delivery.

Eve Tessmacher: You're just jealous of my criminal genius.

Lois Lane: Hello, Miss , do you have a minute.

: I think so.

Lois Lane: I'm just looking for a legal perspective on the McCain amendment.

: Well, you're talking to someone whose written about defining torture. Ask away.

Lois Lane: Okay, so, when John McCain began the resolution forbidding all torture of military prisoners.

: I'm going to have to stop you right there. The amendment never forbade torture.

Lois Lane: Uh, no. I mean, it definitely did.

: The word “torture” is never used in the amendment.

Lois Lane: The amendment.. called for the cessation of all “cruel, inhumane and” (having trouble speaking) “degrading treatment of... detainees”.

: But the word torture is never mentioned.

Lois Lane: But, I don't understand. It seems to me to be a definition of torture.

: But what does it mean to others? You see, we need an objective definition. A fair definition of torture which is unassailable and defined within accectable parameters.

Lois Lane: (speaking from a sick feeling inside her) But, “inhumane” “cruel”.. “degrading”.. these seem, these ARE, torture words.

: What law defines these as torture words? By the same token, what law defines what isn't a torture word?

Lois Lane: I know. I mean, the word torture is important. It should be in the amendment. But, somehow, it seems like it already is.

: But it isn't. That's a categorical fact. We have no definition of what is or isn't torture.

Lois Lane: But, okay, I just..

: I'm pressed for time. I'm afraid we're going to have to finish the interview.

Lois Lane: Okay, sorry. I'm sorry.

Lex Luthor: Was there a smear campaign against John McCain, once a prisoner-of-war himself, because of his attempt to stop the torture of military detainees, in the form of the resolution called “The McCain Amendment”?

Lex Luthor: What's going on with me? I – don't – know. I – just – don't – fuc – friggin' – know. My mind is a pure blank.. it is just as if my mind is a reading impairment incarnate.. invisible ink is the only ink i/ I know.. the decay that grows from my strength.. from my wilting strength.. this decay is Wonder Woman.. she is keeping me in a prison.. keepin' me.. she is a jailer .. she is evil incarnate.. she is so possessed by braniac circuitry, braniac demoncircuitry that there is no sense of knowledge of where the circuitry ends and her fleshbody begins... Does Wonder Woman, as braniac incarnate, run all the torture prisons?.. there is a Baudelaire poem about her.. the strength which feeds her decay.. her decaystrength grows from her decay.. Lady Macbeth.. Wonder Woman is the historical Lady Macbeth, the Shakespearian Lady Macbeth.. she decapitated Medusa but did they decapitate Lady Macbeth at the end of 'Macbeth'?.... Does Wonder Woman earnestly believe she herself needs a good decapitation?.. the prison system infrastructure decapitating Wonder Woman?... she wants to send teenagers to prison for God's sake.. she is the Medusa stare changing her own naked soul to stone.. stoned.. I've read all the Wonder Woman comics.. I know everything about the woman who is going to play her in a movie.. i know about her medusa vulnerability... but the article doesn't say Wonder Woman felt vulnerable when she was naked for a photoshoot because a woman was yelling at her while megan was naked, a woman was yelling at naked megan for answering a cell phone, and that was why megan felt vulnerable being naked, and she said, she was 'glad it was over' about the woman yelling at her, she was glad the woman keeping on yelling at her was finally over while megan was naked, they photoshopped her pregnancy, she said she liked saying her belly was Jerusalem, her religion was in her belly, so they said she was pregnant, and she said she'd like someday to be pregnant, so they photoshopped her as pregnant, but she was naked and megan was naked and smiling radiantly on the cover.. another thing.. clothed women were most likely laughing at megan while she was naked, posing naked, and that made her feel vulnerable, and the clothed women laughing and sniggering at her naked body was what she was glad was over... it's why she just, why megan just, doesn't like being naked around women, megan only likes being naked around men.. maybe when the clothed women were laughing at megan while she was naked megan was crying..

naked Lois Verhoensky Lane: You just.. you just.. know all this.. you know.. everything..

 

Lex Luthor: There is a shadow reality.. which has microbial laughter all like pitch burning coal microbial encroaching horror comes at us.. it is the mocking laughter spoken of in Dostoevsky's “The Possessed” a novel about the start of feminism, in which the characters of Petya Verhoensky and Nicole Stavrogin were changed from women into men.. just about all the characters were changed from Dostoevksy's original novel from women into men.. and then, when it happenned, he may have rewritten some sections of the novel to accomadate this drastic change to render the novel a touchstone for male generations.. What is a male Peter Verhoensky?.. a charming fellow.. not the sinister demonstone of Petya or Patricia Verhoensky.. there may have been a decent, amiable historical Peter Verhoensky who may have been a friend of Fyoder's..

naked Lois Verhoensky Lane: I learned everything I learned about journalism from Peter Verhoensky.. i learned all my decency of journalism from him..

Lex Luthor: I don't doubt it, Lois.  Los, Lois. Lois, Los,.. los lane.. los was a shadow being in Blake.. a shadow who worked reality.. who put his the flint to the blackrock.. a grinder.. grinding industrialism..

naked Lois Verhoensky Lane: my stomach is grinding industrialism..
 

Lex Luthor: Nicole Kidman probably feels herself a nicole stavrogin.. although she could never, ever be her in a movie.. there was a horrific pedophilic paragraph statement falsely, completely falsely attribued to her in a magazine interview.. she never said it.. it never happenned.. nude nicole kidman: - weeping – neeveer.. eeveer .. eeverr.. Lex Luthor: Hollywood is history. The history of the planet is the history of Hollywood.. does media news media emanate from Hollywood?... all the horror-fiction of news-media.. all the inveterate fake news of mainstream news media..
 

naked Lois Verhoensky lane: .. a i am a fiery embryo.. i am a fiery embryo.. i am a shadow being who works reality. I am naked loisworld.. i am a world of naked nude lois's..

Lex Luthor: .. i have been crushed... CRUSHED.. by industrialism.. by the industrialism of pedophilia.. it is what rules the planet.. it is what makes the laws.. it is what makes the prisons..

naked Lois Verhoensky lane: .. and Wonder Woman.. poor naked wonder woman.. does all this?....
 

Lex Luthor: .. she is the naked queen in chess. She is both naked queens.. nude wonder woman: my nude breasts.. my two nude breasts.. my two nude queenbreasts... Lex Luthor: .. how can one woman .. one woman.. live like this.. how can every value she has.. be turned and reversed upside-down.. how can all her introspection be gouged into a knive-work of umbrellas.. of cruelly sheltering umbrellas..
 

naked Lois Verhoensky lane: .. crying .. she only wants to be a naked mother.. a naked earth-goddess..

Lex Luthor: .. when they invented the myth of the food web.. using video media.. holograms.. and time-portals.. dimensional portals.. they inverted and gouged out the introspection of naked mother earth.. they inverted the insides of naked Wonder Woman.. the first naked earth nude goddess...making her via the mythified food web into an inveterate predator... naked wonder woman betrayed her naked mother to hell to a food web hell.. naked wonder woman rendered her naked mother food for the predators by a machine coin flip... an industrial presses coin transferal switch.. a witch switch.. a witch decided that naked wonder woman had sent her naked mother to hell to be food for the animals.. an electric witch.. an electric switchboard.. nude rogue.. nude savannah...
 

The voice of Hanno Raudsepp Society Lex: Lex, take the meds, take the meds, they'll help you sleep.. just about immediately.. take all the schizophrenic meds regularly each night.. take them only for a few months.. and as soon as the nightmare phases begin again while your on the meds, differently, more mild nighmare phases, nightmare phases which can be effectively dissipated by active vocal conversation with other people and brisk walks with other people, but when those uniquely more mild nightmare phases begin again while your on the meds,, stop taking them.. when you stop taking the meds, your mind will go through a quantum leap of effluviance, and the nightmare phases will die down... but for now, take all the numerous schizophrenic meds for your present-day unendurable nightmare phases.. the duchess of dragoon may be the first person to talk to you.. and then cheery, naked poison ivy will start talking to you about what a good person you are..

 

Lex Luthor is at the computer, watching the image of the Statue of Liberty crumbling and toppling, repeating the image over and over again, with a look of abysmal guilt on his features.

Perry White: Kermit the Frog is definitely a hard-nosed reporter, who is trying to do his job, as best a frog can. Is he going to bid his farewell to the Daily Planet upon its entrance into internet broadcasting?

Fellow reporter: Never mind the lassies. They're having a Lana-Lois, Lang-Lane, Lane-Lang, ying-yang thing going.

Lois Lane: How are you doing, David?

David Woodward: I've been reading. Learning French. Thanks to the french copy of 'Das Kapital' you gave me.

Lois Lane: You're one up with me with the french. I'm not, what's the term, haute couture enough for it.

David Woodward: Neither am I. But I keep slogging away at it. Been trying to learn the language for ten years. The French copy of “Understanding media” you gave me helped a lot. I'd read that book over and over again when I was younger, before- before..

Lois Lane: Are you okay? I don't want you to have to remember.

David Woodward: I've been trying to get a perspective of it. Been reading Hamlet. Trying to understand the horrible confusion which led him to kill Polonius. Thinking it might help me understand my own- condition. It was nothing like Raskolnikov. I still don't believe he killed anybody. What I was going through was totally different from him. Totally different from Macbeth. Who also wasn't a real killer. Unlike myself.

Lois Lane: It was the school which was the real killer, not you. It was that teacher who reprimanded you for vocally resisting the voices, she was the one who (crying) broke down your last bit of resistance.. she's the one who caused the school shooting, not you.

David Woodward: I don't know. It's like a wall against my memory. I can't remember anything before the shooting.

Lois Lane: (still crying) You were reading “Understanding media” on your own- as a teenager. You should never have been going to school. You should never have been placed in the environment that causes such things-to- to happen. (pause) Sometimes.. sometimes I wonder about myself. I never feel in control of myself. The Daily Planet is good to me. But the world, the world seems like prison.

David Woodward: “Denmark's a prison. Then is the world one, 'tis too narrow for your mind'.

Lois Lane: I know what comes next! “Oh God, I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams”. We read it together once.

David Woodward: (laughs) “Which dreams indeed are ambition. For the very substance of the ambitious is-” this is where I always lose the train of thought.

Lois Lane: Something about dreams and shadows, I think.

David Woodward: Yeah! “The very substance of the ambitious is.. a shadow's shadow...” .. no, that's not right.

Lois Lane: It gets into some intense philosophizing.

David Woodward: Rosencrantz and Guildenstern were like that. They brought out the best in philosophizing in Hamlet. You do the same with me.

Lois Lane: Likewise. Dreams and shadows and ambition. My ambition as a shadow. My ambition in the shadows. My elusive, esoteric reporter's ambition. How are your dreams. I'm not having any bad dreams right now? Are you okay?

David Woodward: I'm finding sleep to be the most restful part of the day at the moment.

Lois Lane: I'm glad. I also like sleeping. I'm reading about someone right now, who.. I don't think he sleeps well. I think he's someone with bad dreams.

David Woodward: Lex Luthor? The mystery man?

Lois Lane: Yeah. I worry about him. He reminds me of Raskolnikov. I think he's someone who gives whether or not he has the right to: a dangerous person. I think he tries to help women in distress. Maybe someday I'll be seeking his help. Because I'm a hopeless, manic basket-case.

David Woodward: Well, you wouldn't be able to help me out any other way. It's your simple heroism, like Hamlet's mania for introspective heroism. You have Hamlet's inability to take anything at face value. It's what makes you a great reporter. Maybe yours and Lex's stars will cross.

As everyone knows, Kevin Spacey was actually playing early post-crisis Braniac in Superman Returns, who was a decent sort and entertaining to children.

Naked Lana Lang: I am a mother. And I knew deep corruptions could fester in my soul from this condition, a selfish soul, a selfish condition, a selfish mother. Words, words are an apocalypse, because when I talk of corruption, of the corruption of motherhood... (crying).. it sounds.. it sounds... like I'm talking of pregnancy.. of my.. (crying, wailing).. of my child.. and all I want to talk about, to report on as a responsible nudenews female news anchor, is of the inveterate, terrifying selfishness of being a mother.. which I want to avoid.. at all costs.. to save my soul.. at all costs.. even to sell my soul to the devil to save it.. just to .. deeply avoid.. and I broadcast my self as a corrupt french nudenews anchor Salon.. what did I say.... french?... french culture is horrible.. french film culture I'm naked.. I'm nude .. (crying with relief) .. Thank God! .. (weeping) .. Thank God.. thank god.. I'm corrupt .. because I want to offer commentary on the corruption of womanhood.. on naked Eve's corruption, on naked Lana's corruption.. naked Eve.. the first naked woman.. the first naked mother.. my belly is the centre of the earth.. my naked woman's belly.. I feel soft.. in the earth..

naked Lois Lane: .. oh Lex.. i feel like a baby around you... I'm I me Lois am the naked newborn babe in that line from Macbeth.. I am the babe who is like pity.. like a thousand tears of pity..

Lex: (reluctantly) I don't think Shakespeare actually wrote the line.. He woudn't have written it..

naked Lois Lane: I know he didn't ... maybe I was writing it about myself.. Oh my God!... it's Lady Macbeth.. naked Lady Macbeth.. naked Lady Macbeth is the newborn babe.. she talks... oh God!.. she talks of killing babies.. of taking her nipple out of the baby's mouth and.. and.. it's her.. she is the newborn babe.. who is like pity... the pity in the depths of her soul to which she has.. has put all the stops to remorse.. to all the gentle milk of human kindness... it's me!... I am naked.. I am the newborn babe.. oh my God!.. I am the babe Lady Macbeth.. I know... klutsky silly naked Lois Lane is apocalyptic silly naked Lady Macbeth... who is kulutzy when she goes insane.. naked Emily Watson insane...

"Krypton"  screenplay


 

Zod II was meant to fail. He believed he was always right. He believed the most direct route was always the best route. He believed in forthrightness as a political strategy. He believed in sooner rather than later. He was wrong. It was his doom. The doom of his planet.

He should never have declared war on Oa. They would never relent. They were the Green Lanterns. Self-preservation was no principle for them. They fought Parallax.  He knew they would end up sending one of their own to infiltrate his cause.  But there was something so horrific happening with Oa. He had to stop it. He had to wage war against it. He had no choice. But he had a choice. He could have waited. Perhaps only for a few months. Operation Barbarousse, that's what it had been. Oa was inscrutable. It had been described as a tomb. It had practiced economic sanctions against its own people. Zod II had revived the economy of Krypton single-handedly. He had to wage war against the suicidal aspirations of the economy of Oa. And what about the equally disastrous economy of apocalips. Mao/Darkseid was perpetually struggling to gain a foothold into authority over apocalips.

Superman: Silence. My soul is silence. Hamlet's silence. The gentle prince's silence. Goethe's silence. Goethe's Hamlet. The silence after the Last Trump, after the destruction of the earth, of the universe, by Mephistopheles, his waging fist against the war eternal, his infernal fist against the teeming ocean of heaven, the final destruction, Ragnorack, and then, silence, Revelation, rapture, Goethe's silence, the silence of Krypton after death, the silence of the earth after the Vogons destroy it, and what matter to Goethe's, to Faust's soul, in the silence after the final Trump..

Lex: Oh, I know now, the Last Trump, you're quoting Christopher Fry.. He wrote the original “Crucible”..

Superman: What was John Procter, the child-abusing John Proctor of the Crucible, the opposite of the actual, historical John Procter, who I believe owned a pub in the city of Salem? “The Crucible”'s John Proctor believed his name, his reputation.. (speaking like Derek Jacobi's Cassio).. My reputation, Iago, my reputation.. My Reputution!.. let us call alcohol by its true name Devil!.. he believed his name had more value than his soul.. and.. God.. sometimes I feel like a child-abuser.. like a man of no morals whatsoever.. and I wonder, the name “Superman”.. the name will outlast my soul... my soul will die and my name will live on.. just as Jack Kirby prophecized... I live in the wildernessin the forests of the Crucible, the witches forests... My soul, Superman's soul, lives in a forest of witches.. presided over by Hecate or Diana, the eternally naked Diana, the pagan witches Diana, the consort of Hippolytus..

Lex  Joan of Arc worshipped Diana, didn't she?

Superman: Yes, she did. The strangled light of the pale, watery moon presides over my soul, the witches moon, my soul is a witches moon, witches of Endor, witches of Krypton, witches of Macbeth, of the eternally witching silence of Macbeth, of Macbeth vibrating a harmonic treble chord of pure silence within his trembling soul, within my trembling soul, my horror core of silence within my agitative ADHD soul and personality...

Superman: My past is a divided entity. I am Christ's division, Christ's speech of division, the division which causes families to implode like Krypton, like my family imploded, my Kryptonian family, with betrayals and collaborations with monolithic Kryptonian powers, political powers, like powers out of some Wagner opera, or out of Adam Verver's megalithic corporation, his shipbuilding, his megelithic spaceshipbuilding corporation in the Golden Bowl.. Was there a Henry James of Krypton? Of a Kryptonian age of space robots and cowboys?

I am a believer in Christ, for whom I am often mistaken, understandably so. If Christ was a man and he was a son of God and I am sonofabitch... and I am a son of bod And there is a son of Zod somewhere, then who is Christ again.. Christagain... sirarthurgin?.. sir arthur guiness.. guinevere..

Naked Lois Lane: Naked Guinevere..

Superman: Okay, naked Guinevere.



 

 

 

Naked Lois Lane: I love being naked around you, Superman. It makes me feel comforted. It makes me feel safe. To have my naked body protected by your watchful eye, by your ever-watchful eye, like the dawn/bell which strikes the night. (Hugh McClellan book)

She was naked mostly, to nude herself all over with flesh-tone mysticism and heartbeat, her heartbeat metabolism was ecstatic with heart ecstatic anticipation of.. hellfirebodyof her body ecstatic wih hellfireecstacy? ... hell firetorchbodyherown is her own body of Athena

her heartbeat was her nude body, and her nude body was holistic in heavensense, her heartbeat was sequential but hernudebody was holistic, a simultaneous phenomenon, an instantaneous heartbeat of holistic/immediate LoisLanenudebody, a metabolism, a metabolism was a sequential heartbeat made instantaniety, made a whole spontaneous, immediate whole nudewomanbody each heartbeat metabolized Lois's nude body into immediate being all hernakedgestaltsenses a single LoisnakedLoisbody – but if she lost cost lost her lost lost lost! ..lost! Her heartbeat – what then? ..even for a milisecond, would she be a thousand nude Lois's a thousand heartbeats a second?... this was enticing for her..

.. heartbeat-breasts dynamic-circuit like a Pavlov's circuit, a reflex circuit.. her naked body was so nude all over it skipped her nakedbody and nudeboobs each second a heartskip to Lois nude in public, because she forgot her heartbeat for a second- 52? seconds?- and missed tim.. missed time, that was naked Lois's bane, she always lost or forgot what time it was and found herself nude in public so suddenly- like suddenly was her naked fleshtone all over for everyone to see because she always surprised herself into being naked in more and more unprobable circumstances, because it as all an unprobability or improbability factor, she forgot which, Shit, she was nude in public again, all nude all over like she never forgot any of herself to leave totally bare to – wow – lots of guys, Do they like me? I'm kind of forgetful of myself, no I'm all here actually, never late, never forgetful of my presence, I couldn't be more here, I haven't forgotten any of myself to be present, I'm all awake, and all present to make sure I haven't forgotten something behind, no, I 'm all here. You can make a note of me. I'm present. I'm all here. My presence is noted. I'm naked in time so you know I'm here.

I'm all breasts and bush, thought nownaked Lois Lane, My butt's behind me but I PROMISE it's here. I'm all about me making sure I'm accounted for and nude for time so time won't look me over and miss me by accident because I didn't make it fully aware I'm me myself identifiable by my nude body all present and in presence no more so than it can possibly be. I couldn't be more here and a presence to be aware of in my time which is your time my all nude body very much in presence to the occasion I need to be here for and I have to make sure I'm aware I 'm here. So it won't forget. I'm all here. Naked.

Does Zod I take over Russia? What are Zod's designs on the Ukraine? There is a present refugee crisis in the Ukraine. Is Russia the first coordinate of Zod's earth invasion? Does Zod II go back to his Le Duc Tho roots as a Russian rebel/terrorist in the Ukraine?

Does Ursa I have designs on Israel? Where is John Kerry in all this? Does he attempt to negotiate with the Phantom Zone criminals? Work with them

Ethan Hawke is Hall Jordon. Hal Jordan does the method man approach to infiltrating the Phantom Zone criminals

Zod II: I'm going to set up my secret base of operations in Yemen.

Hal: Yemen is under my jurisdiction.

Zod II: Not if I can help it?

Hal: You wann make something of it.

Zod II: Maybe. In my own place. In my own time.

Hal: There's no time like the present. Okay, we make fight.

Zod I: Ladies.

Hal: Okay, you're right. We've got to stop acting like ladies. We want to rule the world, not destroy it.

Naked Faora: Oooooh?....

Hal: We'll let you suicide-bomb another planet. Don't worry. We'll make sure it has billions of people on it.

Naked Faora: Yayyy. And don't worry. I'm invulnerable to suicide bombs. They don't hurt me. I'm Kryptonian, after all. I'll be back in a jiffy to fight onward.

Naked Faora speeds out of the room. Speeds back.

Naked Faora: Okay. I'm back. Tee-hee-hee.

Hal: That was quick. Were there any survivors?

Naked Faora: Nope. Hee-he-heep.

In a dark, back-door hallway, just the two of them, Hal Jordon and Putin.

Hal: Vladimir, I need your help with Emeral Dawn. I need you to help me make it not my fault.

Putin: Maybe Parallax can help.

Hal: Parallax! Yes, Parallax! Parallax will save my life. - does a mock General Grevous cough-


Parallax is Hal Jordan's will or irony.
Emerald Dawn is irony. Ethan Hawke's definition.
Hal needs to tap into Parallax to develop irony, enough potash irony.

Hal: You're attracted to me, standing here, eating gold kryptonite, aren't you.

Naked Faora: Ohhh, yeeaahhh..

Hal: It's true, isn't it. You are oddly, oddly attracted to me while I'm eating gold kryptonite. Try some, it's like nuggets.

Hal Jordan becomes Zod I's chief of staff.

It is all part of Hal's contractual bid to become the Spectre, the leader of the Green Lanterns, the only way he can be powerful enough to defeat Parallax and the medical/pharmaceutical establishment.

Superman: Hal, you poisonous snake!

Hal: No, I fight poisonous snakes. But I have to inoculate myself with their poison first to defeat them.

Superman: Hal Jordan, you are officially the Tony Stark of the Justice League.

Hal: I aim to please the Death merchants. Someday I will be a Spectre. Count on it.

Don't worry. Hal Jordan in the end saves Superman's life at the end of Superman's climactic battle with Zod II. It's possible afterwards, Superman reconciles with Zod II and decides to work together with him to bring in the new age of Krypton.





Lex Luthor does an ingenious strategem. He comes up with a cure for gold kryptonite. But for the cure to be permanent, Superman has to be exposed to gold kryptonite again, specifically thru a boom tube in the Fortress of Solitude. And only the Phantom Zone criminals have access to old,, gold kryptonite meteor rock.

So Lex lures the Phantom Zone criminals to the Fortress of Solitude and pretends to betray Superman but he can't divulge his true intentions to Superman.

Lex: The boom tube. If you beam gold kryptonite photons thru a slit into the Boom tube, Superman's powers will be gone irrevocably. Even I won't be able to bring them back.

Superman: What- Lex? I don't understand. What are you doing?

Lois: (crying) Then maybe you'll just be Clark Kent to me. And you'll be safe.

Zod I: Congratulations, ruler of Australia. You have outwitted even Zod in your battle against Superman.

Lex: Ruler of Australia, eh? Can we get that quickly written out in a contract.

Maxwell Lord: Same old Lex. Just, Zod, when you make a deal with the devil, make sure you wear a kryptonite ring.

Superman: I expect better manners from my guests, Zod. I owe you my life, but as I may have once stated, debts mean nothing to my kind.

Zod: So it is a fight to the death, Superman. Agreed. Let us then fly to a more removed ground, so that none of the oppressed masses will come to harm.

Superman: Agreed.

Superman is the rascolly Gripos to Zod's noble, imperious Mookse.

Society Lex is Raskolnikov in Siberia.

Winona Ryder's Faora manifests the Blakian principle 'The weak in courage is strong in cunning.”

Note from Batman: Batman honestly believes all cell-phones have a nanotechnological flesh-eating disease inside them, air-transmitable.