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-Cassandra held on, despite the fog helping her do so. She felt better once they were on the ground and she said, “Let me go.” She wanted down onto her stuff to begin working on things. She noted the door was still open and said, “You might want to close those doors.”-
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She is dropped as the fog then recedes back into SR. And dropped to the floor. SR walks to the door and shuts it. SR then walks on all fours and looks around the lab, in general.
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-Cassandra caught herself on her heels and stood upright. Her eyes scanned the surrounding area and she started searching the reserves of hidden stored Kryptonite. She looked at the different pieces there were in there and closed up the reserves after taking inventory. She started collecting steel from busted parts and used some gloves to handle some lead. She started trying to shape pieces into a series of eight half cups and and fourteen fourth cups with lead paneling to match. She was being very careful as she made sure it was thin and light. She was using a blowtorch she found for her work with the metal. She started gathering wires and ignored the being exploring behind her until she asked, “Could you look for some circuit boards in already destroyed things? The smaller the better and don’t break them.” She grabbed mini motors and hooked wires up to them and tested their ability to move the clamps in both directions. She then got into the Kryptonite once more and took out a few colors of it carefully with some tongs she found laying on the ground. She placed them into the eight cups and closed them all.-
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SR wandered for some time rather absent mindedly, then he heard her request. He listened and went off to go find this strange thing she has requested. Circuit board. In front of his eyes he looks his own schematics. He looks to see if he might have one. And he does. Implanted in a very small region in his brain. It was about half the size of a grain of sand and was more powerful than most earthly technology. He stood upright and walks about. The fog surrounding him.
He used it to precisely manipulate small objects around him mostly. Although it had many interesting combat applications. A damaged drone levitated in front of him. SR stares at as he dissemmbles it. Each part and piece undamaged floating ambient. SR sees a circuit board and isolates it. SR proceeds to leave and scavenges through other damaged machinery. Generally old computers. By by part levitates toward SR and surrounds him in a neat circle as he disassembles them all in seconds without ripping. He wads through internal parts floating through the air and gathers every circuit board he sees in his fingerless hands.
SR’s hands lacked fingers as they were more intended to be bludgeoning weapons. They were squarely shaped like a fist. With the front “knuckles” being armored with metal plates on reinforced composite nanomaterials. The underside of his hand contained devices somewhat like hairs like a gecko’s, with an underlying metamaterial. Allowing him at will to produce an amplified “Van Der Waals” force, the same geckos used to stick walls. Allowing him to grip something into the underside of his “hand” if he so wished to climb any surface or he finds his fog somehow damaged. It also in his feet, allowing him to more easily run up walls and climb.
With around 450 lbs of machinery floating in the air he sets them in a pile. After that, the fog seems to disappear into thin air rather then go back into SR. Then walks over with eventually every circuit board in the room stuck to his hands and places before Cassandra. He is about to turn around, but then, his glowing visor is locked upon the glowing Kryptonite. He detects its radiation levels. Though it does not bother him. He stares at it from distance as the woman who resembles his masters seems to be using it. He had nothing much to do, and crouched on all 4s. He stands idly by. Listening intently for ambient sounds. Watching the woman assemble something.
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-Cassandra turned to see a random pile of computer chips and she sighed. “Find which one is the smallest, please.” She was polite in tone and went back to working on the motors. She was connecting the wiring and making sure to find a suitable slip for the underside to keep the wires from getting covered in her bodily fluids. She then connected four of the cups together with a titanium rod with her welding. She then thought of something and grabbed an adhesive. She took superglue and opened each of the cups one at a time to drop a few drops to assure the kryptonite stayed in its container. She would close them after ward and when the glue was dried, she shook it and heard no jiggling so thought they were secure. Her hands felt over them and she applied a slip on the wire side with medical glue. She held one of the groupings of four up to her arm then and saw how it’d match up. Her eyes scanned over her veins, realizing it was going to be tricky to not cut a major artery. She sighed and started getting the other wires ready, ones that were small enough to connect to nerves. She then shook her head and said, “I will search you go out and guard or something…” She went to the pile and picked out a tiny one first. She smiled and placed it into the sleeve and carefully attached wires to it. She used a magnifying glass and placed the wires into proper positions for her intended use and then gently placed the sensitive wires to her skin. She moved her fingers and it weakly opened the cups by only about a millimeter. She then tried to amp up the chip by making it a little different in the wiring. She tried it again and the servos moved open the cups the whole way then the whole way back. She placed it down and fixed the other one up like it and then searched for a scalpel. She dug around in a drawer and found tons of them, sterilized. She then took one of her dresses she acquired earlier from her panic room and laid it down as a towel. She placed her arm on it and ripped off the arm of this dress to tie off circulation to her arm. She took the scalpel and slowly sliced open her arm, careful of her main vein there. She gritted her teeth and opened it enough to get it in. She froze a little at seeing her own musculature but snapped out of it. She placed in the one apparatus, sensitive wires first and placed them as she then set in the rest of it. She grabbed from a drawer quick a surgical sewing kit and began sewing her skin to the flaps of the cups and sewing her skin shut that does not fit on the cups. She tried so hard not to yell out. She finished setting it and when she was finished she put the knife down and untied her left arm. She took a deep breath and had tears of pain from doing so but she bared it and tied off her other arm and took the scalpel in her left hand. She sliced herself open again and placed in the other one in the same fashion as the first and then sew it up. She dropped everything after that and screamed from the pain. The cups opened and closed randomly as the muscles in her arms twitched with nervous pain. She tried to get it to settle and focused on the nerves in her arms. She slowly worked it to the point of staying open by keeping her arms flexed. She felt the powers of the colors swarm into her from the nearness of the exposure. She felt a compulsion for blood but felt a lot stronger, her arms seemed to be stretching to the ground slowly, her focus on the dress lit it on fire, everything seemed to slow down around her, her sewing began to meld directly where they were intended to be sewn and the skin together began to close as nerves connected to the lines, some of the objects around her began to float, some of the outlets began to feed electricity out to her body, and her age seemed to reduce slightly. The sudden onset of the abilities caused her to leave out a scream of pain, possibly alerting nearby drones. She unflexed her arms and they set back to normal. She took a deep breath as the powers left her and she fell onto her butt. She eased herself back up, resulting in the first one on her left arm reopening. This resulted in a lust for blood again but she dented the desk she was using to prop herself by grasping it in her hand. She relaxed it again and it closed. This would take some getting used to. She looked to see if the useless thing was still around and said, “Hey, I need to go to the top of the building.” She turned and the fourth cup on her left arm opened, causing the world to seem to slow down again. She moved over to the shaft and saw a hole big enough for her to get through. She meant to climb but found herself sticking on the wall a bit when she stepped before slowly falling down. She kept flexing what seemed to keep it open and instead of obtaining the help, ran up the wall and put herself into the hole. She then ran up the inside the whole way to the office on the top floor. She held herself on the edge of the inside as she relaxed that then tried to open back up the first one again, instead opening the second as her arms stretched a little. She closed it and they went back to normal. She tried again and opened the first one, hopping over to the door of the elevator and ripping it open. She held herself from falling down as she pulled herself into the hall then made her way into the main office as she relaxed her arm to close the cup. She witnessed drones beginning to file to get in the building from everywhere. She looked around the office and found a button that was very well hidden under the desk. She hit it and it emitted an EMP pulse that caused all the drones to just stop and fall. It went through the entire city as it made the droids fail. She turned on the computer and began typing in fast, tracking the droids frequencies and hacking into their systems. She triggered a chain of explosions as droids in the area self destructed as the signal was sent. She then waited to hear a lack of explosions before getting out of their system and shutting down the computer. She sat in her chair and waited for her robotic friend to catch up as she pondered her abilities and played with her flexing to figure out what opened which power.-
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SR looks at the doors of the lab and opens them. Forcing them open with his hands. He doesn’t notice the pulse. However, he hears a multitude of explosions above. SR walks over to tthe lab door and forces it open. Then he walks over to the door to the shaft and opens it. He looks up the shaft and crouches. Then jumps up the entirety of the shaft.He grabs the edge as he reaches the door to the top floor. It already opened and walks over to the window to look outside. He sees the destroyed remnants of what appears to be drones and he leans forward as if trying to get a closer look to verify. Then stands up and turns around too look at Cassandra. He is not effected by the EMP.
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-Cassandra looked at him and several thoughts went through her head as the situation ran over in her head. She looked down at her arms and tried to manipulate the cups open and closed again. She tried to get individual cups to open and shut but then she glared at SR. “Where the hell were you…” She was pissed that he wasn’t really of any help. He was more of a prop to her at this point. She sighed and refocused on her arms before restarting the computer and activating Lex corp’s systems again. She hopped her frequency off of a satellite and sent out a broadcast straight from her office to attempt to reach former citizens of Metropolis to pull them back. The camera turned on from most televisions as she said, “Greetings people of the globe. My name is Cassandra Remona Luthor. I have rid the city of Metropolis of the oppressive drones and am asking former members of the city to come back and help rebuild. I am also offering scientists high pay to come and help make Metropolis the safest city one can imagine. Thank you all for your time.” She shut off the broadcast and took a deep breath, watching her cups open and close again until she could get them on command. She looked at SR and said, “How was that? Did I look too windblown?” That was a stupid question. She asked it anyway as she realized some crime would start up since she did that.-
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SR in response to her question. Merely looks down. And then back up at her. He watched and stood idly as she made her announcement. So far. SR understood of what she said concerning the speech. However, SR was incapable of interpreting her facial expressions. He wasn’t good at it as he never needed to learn what these facial expressions meant. Cassandra was somewhat of a curiosity. He never interacted much with those who mastered him before. She did so many strange foreign gestures and SR noticed her eyes changing as she felt differently. SR was very slowly, but surely beginning to recognize human emotion….
However, right now. As Cassandra poses that last question, SR tilts his head out of curiosity. He lacks a face of a classical sort and is more or a brain and eyes in a self contained reinforced helmet like container for a head. However, he instinctively it seems has thought of another way to convey emotion. And subconsciously fog formed above his head, a 3 dimension question mark. It was grey and solid as it hovered over SR’s head. As if this was some sort of comic book or a cartoon. The question mark hovers there for a few seconds and then disappears as now SR watches Cassandra. Waiting for her to say something else, or issue an order.
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-Cassandra smirked and said, “Silly thing… That was a dumb question I asked.” She decided it was best to continue to try and master these powers she had in her arms. She opened the speed one, using it to run outside and then closed it as she looked over the city. It was in ruin. She yelled for SR, “Hey, help me clean up the city, please. Make it look nice and livable.” She didn’t like the thought of people returning to a hell hole. She opened up the speed again and began to run around the city and try to make things as clean as possible, lifting away beams, cleaning glass, but she was tiring out, most likely from overuse of the kryptonite powers.-
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SR hears her even from this distance away. He walks over to the rooftop and jumps cracking the ground from simply leaping as hard as he did. He is a momentary blur before he lands in the street. The ground shakes as he shatters it upon his landing. SR walked away from the broken ground stepping over the rubble, he caused and then turned back.
He stared at the ground behind him, as if he was expecting something. He stands there for a solid 10 seconds, before he walks over and looks at the ground where he landed. It then occurred to SR that the ground here does not heal, as he is normally accustomed. He walks away from the crater upon this realization as the fog reassembles the ground, rocks and dust floating and reforming imperfectly, the best as SR could.
The fog flies around almost independently. Sweeping up glass easily making small tornados setting in piles. SR takes near by signs and tilts them straight. He takes signs laying down and spears them in the ground where they once were. Debris and trash is swept up by the fog as it floats about. SR notices trashcans are about. And he realizes their purpose apparently is to actually put unwanted things in them it seems. SR puts broken glass and trash in these small cylindrical devices apparently people used to dispose of unwanted items. He uses the fog to reassemble brick, stacking them back into walls and other things. While he generally lifts heavier objects himself to assemble them best as he could. However. SR was not capable of welding things together. However, anything that he could simply stack or lift back into place.
SR walks over to a building and there is a giant globe sitting in front of it. It read “daily planet” across on it. SR looked at the globe from the bottom and apparently it belonged at the top of this building. It had to get up there somehow. SR was going to learn something today. That the softness of this environment would his bane.
SR grabbed the globe sticking it to his hands, holding it in a manner similar to hugging. It creeks as his picks it up *Crack* As SR begins to picks to pick it up. The ground cracks *Crack* the cracks get larger and propagate as SR picks it up off the ground.
*Crack* *CRASH* SR puts the giant globe down and looks at his feet. SR has his too feet buried in the ground. He steps out of the two holes in the ground he made. Apparently, the ground is too soft. No matter how strong SR is, the ground below him will give as he tries to pick up the globe. Him picking it up, will drive him down into it. This will probably cause more damage to trying to get up to the area. He opts to leave the area the fog following him and go repair other things. Obviously. He has to get very accustomed to this new planet. For there are many differences of this planet from his own.
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-Cassandra heard his landing and was placing stuff at her normal speed as she was picking up papers in an office building. She decided to take things naturally since she was running out of stamina. She noticed that he just stood there for ten minutes staring at the mess he made. She simply shook her head and went back to filing and getting things proper for the return of people. She gently tapped a stack of papers and placed them on the top left corner of a desk. She wandered mildly through the building each time a level higher and higher but she started to hear cracking on the tenth floor and she looked down from the window. She sighed as she watched him try to get the ball up only to put it down again. She decided to ask him something to see if he would hear and comprehend. “Hey~! Can you go back to the basement of my place and grab the rusted looking toolbox?” She hoped he’d hear as she went back to filing papers.-
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SR heard and understood the command, and the fog flew off as SR continued setting things in the city. Mostly picking up large objects. It reappears in Cassandra’s basement about a minute later and a toolbox floats up. The fog a few minutes later floats over to Cassandra in the office building and drops the toolbox. Then it flies back over towards SR.
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-Cassandra smiled and she started digging through the toolbox. She found things she’d need to rewire the building’s elevator. Lucky on the levels above it wasn’t blasted away. She went to the elevator and pressed the buttons. She saw them light up and it opened without the elevator being there. She propped them open with desk chairs and took out a wire cutter, a tube of liquid plastic and pliers. She leaned into the shaft and opened a panel that lead into the wall. She delicately looked at the wires corresponding to the doors and pulled out a couple. She rewired so the doors would no longer open unless the elevator was present. She placed everything back into her tool box and shut the panel. She removed the chairs and the doors slammed shut. Now she just had to do this to all the other floors. She sighed and decided to go up before working her way down as she still needed to sort and clean the upper floors. She saw through a window some people were already returning and they seemed to be trying to get their lives back in order.-
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SR was in an alley and a little boy of about 7 years wanders from his mother. He hears noise in the alley. It is dark as power has not yet been restored and many electronics were fried because of the EMP. The boy wandered deep into the alley until he saw SR. He paused and looked at SR. SR was setting a dumpster and trash floated over into it. He paused and looked at the boy and he stood straight up. The shadow of the eight foot tall behemoth going over the boy.
“Are you the garbage man?” The boy asks looking looking at SR. SR replies with a stare. He doesn’t have an answer. “Your big.” The boy comments. SR made people look tiny, he was eight feet tall and generally….huge compared to any human. SR’s fist and forearm alone seems almost larger than the kid himself. SR stoops over now all 4s. “Your like a gorilla man! Where are your hands? Can you talk?” SR slowly shakes his head at this….this little mysterious creature. SR had never seen anything like it. “Sit down right here.” He scampers off and SR sits upon his command, leaning forward on his knees. Waiting.
The kid yells out. “Come on!” SR gets up and walks to the child. A woman comes as SR comes closer to the light outside the alley. “What is it Tommy?” SR steps out the alley and looks down on the woman. She freezes. She then says to the boy, her son. “Tommy. Tommy come here. G-Get away…come here Tommy…” “Mom why are you scared? Its ok.” The boy says naively. He turns back to SR. “Come here. Take my hand.” SR walks towards the boy.
“What the hell is that thing?” “Oh shit” “I think its a monster.” People are very unsure of what SR is actually. “Is that man in armor?” SR reaches for the boys hand and the mother snatches him away from SR, instinctively. She backs away and SR walks forward extending his arm. People generally back away. It does not occur once to anyone to try to do anything that would seem to provoke this thing. Most just stand by and watch. SR keeps walking for a moment and stops. He looks up. A jet is overhead.
Nemaz’s jet screeches over the city. He has helmet off and a rather stiff facial expression. He tilts the jet as it screeches by. SR looks up at it, thinking it a drone or hostile. His claws eject out as he gets in a defensive stance, instinctively. Everyone down below looks like ant to Nemaz. He’d received the message from Cassandra, and wanted to see if it’s true. He saw people already returning here. “Hm…” Nemaz says to himself. His face does changes as he looks about metropolis. The cleared. wastelandish empty city. Like an empty cup filling. His jet screeches through the sky and ascends. Disappearing from sight as quickly and briefly as it appeared as Nemaz continues to fly North West.
SR looks down, and people are petrified. Looking at his dully colored grey claws. Nobody says anything. People back away slowly. SR stares at them for a very long time. Then takes a step forward and reaches. “GET AWAY!” The woman shouts. SR turns around and walks off without much hesitation. Then jumps off much to the surprise of the people nearly a mile away as people gasp. The woman puts Tommy down. She stoops down to him holding his precious cheeks looking down towards his face. “Tommy are you ok?” “Yes mommy I’m fine he didn’t do anything.” “Stay. Away from it.” “But Mommy-” “Stay. Away.” Tommy hears her tone, the darkness and seriousness of it. And he only nods in reply and never spoke a word of it again, as he looked off to the direction SR jumped.
SR leaped over two miles away. Having very fine control of how much of his strength he uses. In midair he runs along the walls of a building and lands with a thud rolling on his back trying not to damage the concrete as he moves most of his momentum horizontally. SR looks back towards where everyone is and then looks forward. He continues to clean the area as his fog flies around picking up things. He sees traffic cars in the the street. And starts moving them aside so as to clear the street. Shoving them to the side of the road to clear the way.
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-Cassandra continued her clean up, not hearing the sounds of panic. She knew it was almost done. She took the precautions and helped some of the incoming people know what was left and they did get it done. She took the final step of upping the power grids to a point where if she needed to use the EMP again, it wouldn’t shake the system. She allowed the clean up to finish and she returned to her office and began drawing up plans to make the city safer, well, more she paid someone to start doing that for her. She took her leisurely time and went onto the streets to see the returning people. She made sure to shake a few hands and meet a few people, hoping to gain knowledge on who was returning to keep good track of the city. One fellow came up to her and said, “Will there be an election?” Cassandra turned to him and said, “Soon, the city may have been cleaned for now but I was hoping to install safety features for the town before an official is elected into office.” The man nodded and said, “I would write in your name, Miss Luthor.” Cassandra smiled and said, “I wouldn’t make a great official but if you insist on doing so I can’t stop your free will.” The man walked off with a smile and Cassandra finished her greeting rounds. Once those were done she went back to her office to see how the plans were coming. They were looking great but she wanted to add some extra oomph to them. She would have to think on it, though.-