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You spent a few days in the Watchtower reading the various books in your room. Digging further into the history of the planet, its intricate economic and social systems, the various traditions and cultures living in an ever more globalising world. It was a by-the-book pre-space age civilization. The lack of a true world government slowed things down considerably, the resources of the planet were not being concentrated towards the goals of the human species, but rather towards the goal of different warring tribes these insects have the gall to call ‘nations’.
It would not be the first, nor the last planet of this kind that the Viltrumite Empire would conquer. Maybe you could give it a few decades, see if they actually unify and give you a world government to more easily control. Engaging the process of world unification yourself would be a tedious, time-consuming and resource-heavy task.
And the most uncomfortable part about this, the presence of superheroes of various kinds in the planet. Leadership figures by excellence, and now you had a Kryptonian to worry about, along with what is likely Thanagarian interests in the planet.
Frustrated, you rub your eyes, tired from reading page after page of human social nonsense and dull explanations on geography and climate. Then you hear a knock on your door.
You get up and open the door. It is the Flash.
“Hey.” He waves. “I noticed you haven’t socialized much. I get it, coming from a foreign planet and all. It has to be hard to break the ice.”
You shrug with a silly, faked smile. “Well, you know. It’s hard to adapt after being alone for so long.”
He nods and crosses his arms, relaxing by the door frame. “I told you about that taco place in Central City right? Wanna come with and give it a go?”
>A good first step onto Earth. ”Of course, I’d love to.”
>You’d rather do something else. ”Sorry, I’d like to be alone for a while more. Would you mind?”
>Write-in.
