So, now to the *real* FDK. Chatting will have to wait. Until I'm done here, and with betaing, and maybe some writing. *sigh*
"No, the Earthite content of the ship isn't sufficient to kill off more than, at a stretch, a few million people," says Doctor Klein. Oh, thank goodness for small mercies, I suppose!
I love Clara's sarcasm. Very fitting!
"Chances are that less than ten thousand people would perish," Doctor Klein continues. "Since there are more than six billion human beings on the Earth, that means that most of humankind is certainly going to survive even in the event of a worst-case scenario. Still, such a situation would be very unsatisfactory."
Does that mean that the earthite will be used up when someone dies from it?
"Won't the Sun itself become poisoned by Earthite that way? So that it starts shining on us with Earthite light?"
Love that question! But wouldn't the sun be able to change it? It's a nuclear fusion reactor, so to speak...
"What? Sending Clara out in space? She is only twelve years old, Bernard - I forbid it!"
That qualifies for "Stupid Mom Lane". What is she thinking?
"What? Sending Clara out in space? She is only twelve years old, Bernard - I forbid it!"
She's pretty much like her mother, isn't she?
"You can't," Mom says again. "I know you can't fly."
I believe I can fly...
Maybe Batman can fix this door, too, just like he fixed Sheriff Harris' cell?
I doubt his anti-dent spray will work here.
I grab hold of the metal plating of the tower and dig my fingers into it, leaving holes.
More destroyed property... Lois should have raised her in Smallville!
"CLARA!!!"
"Aaaaahhhhh!!!!"
Mom!!!! I didn't see her before! She scared me to death!!! I'm falling! Straight down on her!!!! I'm going to kill her!!!!
I plunge downward. Faster and faster. Mom's white face is rushing toward me. I'm going to flatten her face against the ground... I'm going to...
...I'm going to...
... fly?
This bit had me in stitches!
Mom doesn't seem to care. She's staring at me. Wow. I've never seen her face so white, or her eyes so big and black, for that matter.
"Clara... Clara, baby... you scared me to death...."
Well, not much more, and it would have been more than just a scare.
Mom is just looking at me. Then something seems to, I don't know, leak out of her. She's looking smaller. Defeated somehow.
Then she straightens up and looks at Doctor Klein.
"How soon can you have the suit and the ship ready?"
Now, the last sentence sure sounded like good old Mad Dog Lane.
Looking forward to the mission in space and Clara and Clark finally getting to know each other.
