Fun story, Marcus. Reminds me of a weird little artle I read once in Sky and Telescope - it was about how you should care for your own pet black hole. The main thing to remember was to keep the thing under control by using very powerful magnets. You should regard the black hole as an extremely slippery thing, and the magnets are the things that are constantly catching it. Remember that if your magnets ever let the little singularity slip past their control just once, Blackie would immediately sink to the center of the Earth, from where it would start eating away at the Earth from within, slowly at first but then faster and faster as it developed more and more of an appetite the more it ate... until the entire Earth and everything on it finally disappeared into the now Earth-mass black hole! I hope this Xander guy has some really powerful magnets at his disposal!
Xander looked round to see a stocky dark-haired man, about his height but more heavily built, wearing a suit and a tie patterned with small reproductions of Warhol's Marilyn Monroe pictures.
Love the tie!
"Clark Kent, I presume," said Xander, trying to conceal his reaction to what the bar's wards were telling him. Powerful, more so than anything below the deity level he'd seen before. Not human, though not far from it. They didn't show exact readings, not as such, but he was willing to bet that if they did they would show that Kent was faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive...
Look! Up in the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane! It's
Superman!!! Clark seemed to be looking around the bar over the top of his glasses. Xander tried to remember if there was anything around that would show up on x-ray vision, but couldn't think of anything too damaging. There weren't even any heavily-armed Slayers around at this time of the afternoon, the younger ones were still in school, Buffy and Faith never came in until the evening, and none of the other older slayers were in town.
There's something rather cute about the idea that the younger slayers are in school.
"Okay," Xander said enthusiastically. "Want to autograph it?"
"If you like," said Clark, amusement in his voice.
He got Superman's autograph! That's some trophy!
Really fun story, Marcus.
Ann
