>>6010394>Pecils & Inks: Dave Gibbons. Colors: Tom Ziuko.>Alt-Text: Comic art of a crowd of Kryptonians marching in red robes with pointed hoods. They hold cross-shade swords with flaming hilts. Protestors surround them>Dialouge Samples: George Putnam Ludlam. Alan Moore.Kal: ARGHHHHH!!!
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C.O.M.P.U.T.O.: Warning: Physical damage to jet-taxis is punishable by
Kal: Punishment! Why is my life full of it! All I want to do is pull people out of the deep end but they keep dragging me down to drown.
C.O.M.P.U.T.O.: Incoming call
Loana: Kal! Please help, they’re at the Mind-Art Center! We can’t get out! We -ktshshshh
Kal: Loana?! Loana what’s going on? Answer me. ANSWER ME!
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Batman: Answer me! I know you’re in there!
Clark is thrashing wildly at the vines. Every time Ivy grows a new one around him he rips off two more.
Frostbite: This guy is -hnnng– too chargedl. It’s like eating the sun!
Powerhaus: I’m on it!
Hector grows massive and grabs Clark, then grows larger still. Clark’s thrashing slows a bit.
Powerhaus: I convert emotions into mass. This man’s like an ocean of them. Fear. Rage. And… joy?
Hector’s hand balloons out of proportion muscle tendons ripping under their own weight.
Batman: This has to stop now!
Ivy: We’re almost there!
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Kal: Almost there, almost there.
Sweat pools in the man's hands, staining the jet-taxi’s console.
C.O.M.P.U.T.O.: Approaching Mind-Art Center.
A crowd of hundreds surrounds the building where he first met the love of his life.
The shining halls where he witnessed Loana compose fantastic images with nothing but her amazing brain are now a landscape of horror.
Lor: Propagandist heathens! This den of sin will fall under the might of Rao. Old Krypton will return!
The man barrels through the crowd. His massive frame parting the sea of malcontents like Moses. Wait, what’s a Moses?
Kal: Move! My wife is in there!
He breaks through the gates and sees his panicked family.
Kal: Loana, what’s happening? Why is Van here?
Van: Pa, I’m scared!
Loana: It’s the Old Krypton movement! They say our work is corrupting the youth. I don’t know what to do.
Kal: Don’t worry. This looks like a job for me. I’ll stop them. I’ll save you both. I’ll save us all.
The man jumps over the gates and lands in the middle of the crowd. He lifts an emerald green floater and tosses it into the rocks.
In his passion, he ignores the impossibility.
Kal: You’re being manipulated! The elite tell you we are your enemies so you don’t rise against them. I’m only here to help you. Help all of you!
The crowd calms. Swayed by the genius of the man’s words. He smiles. The day is saved.
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Batman: I have to save him!
You jump on Hector’s giant fist. You can see blood pooling in the glove. These kids. Ivy. They’re over their head.
Only you can save Clark.
Batman: Wake up!
