Hi Morgana!
Working myself through the backlog

follow-up to the epilogue

There is a strong possibility this will expand into a trilogy but other stories come first…
Ooooh!
It was exciting to acquaint Lois with their plans.
Marriage? Or cloning Superman?
when separated by three thousand mile of dark, blue Atlantic Ocean.
CLARK:

I could commute. But working with Lois is much more fun. Plus, it’s better for her life expectancy.
when he had seen an article she had posted in a journal on metallurgy.
Oooh! What if she’s the one behind Adamantium?
He could not begin to remember how many times he would call her to ask a quick metallurgic question
Like ‘what to do when a kryptonite-incused lead bullet is stuck into living tissue?
“Yes, I will take care of renting out my condo and making sure there is someone to cover for me at the lab.”
For the next time when Superman has an ‘accident’ with green paint or something?
“Chéri, if I can teach the strongest man in the world to waltz, I can teach you!”
But he can float!
It seems odd to me, but since Lex Luthor’s disappearance, both she and Clark are more relaxed.
Lois relaxing?

/goes off to buy some survival rations/
One moment Lex was in the familiar and comfort surroundings of his office, the next he was forcefully thrown into a cold void only to land unceremoniously on a surface of rough hewn stones.
Ooooh!

He tried to stand and regain his balance, but it was impossible. A giant hand seemed to have laid over him, refusing to allow his protesting muscles to move.
SUPER EARTH: Ooops?
walked over to the woman who must have spoken to him, a fascinating creature with long black hair that spilled down her back.
Really, Lex? Being crushed by 10g or something of the likes and still honry?
If he does not desire to do so, wouldn’t it be better to send him to the Phantom Zone instead? It would be so much cleaner
Than when Lex’s muscles fail and he makes a mess on the floor?
He would have to struggle to continue to exist, but he would be alive and contained.>>
ZOD:

So, tell me more about this ‘Earth’…
Once he was asleep, Zara removed a small, green gelatin pellet from the tray and placed it in Lex’s ear.
Zara?

Is she a public defender in this reality?
Trey snorted in derision, “Good. It will make his life with us bearable.”
So he doesn’t go mad when they poke needles in him and probe him and stuff?
but will be given his dignity
Will they put it in a jar and hand it to him so he can keep it around?
“I have a capable man who will be suitable for the task of warder. The duty will give him time to … think.”
Jen Mai?
“As *your husband*, the First Lord of Krypton, wishes I shall obey.”
He does not seem happy. Makes me wonder if the earlier part
My lady, this behavior of the First Lord’s … is unreasonable.
didn’t go ‘First Lord’s concubine’

Lex awoke in a large bed; the sea green satin sheets were soft and delectable against his skin.
So, country club prison?
He was in a sumptuously outfitted bedroom; spacious and appropriate for king.
JOSCA:

It’s the smallest, most uncomfortable room we have in the palace. Including the stables and the septic tank.
He looked around and noticed odd, colorful pennants made of a heavy woven fabric which adorned the walls.
Oooooh! He noticed the skin-suits of the previous occupants.
These apartments have been constructed for your habitation, it is where you will live out the remainder of that life.
LEX: Great. So, do I get some concubines?
KRYPTONIAN:
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“I know that when my people are in your gravity and under the yellow sun we become stronger and faster. In these apartments I am your physical superior. In the next few weeks you will tell me *everything* about your world: its armies, communications, political arrangements and most of all its defenses. Ching thought that placing me here would isolate me. But he has made a serious tactical error.”
Oops? So, do I remember it wrong that Jor-El executed Nor? Or is that General Zod?

Nice one, Morgana. Looking forward to the next installment


Michael