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What happened?
I didn't know. I was in a panic. I guessed she'd been bitten by an insect, but there was no doctor. The nearest hospital was forty miles away, and Zoe was continuing to swell. Klara took her in her arms and tried to breastfeed her, while I dialed the hospital. I finally got a doctor on the line. He sounded young, but cool. He was confident, but there was a nervousness. He have been an intern. This was the first time he ever had to deal with anything like this. He wanted to seem like he knew what he was doing, but he was just as scared as I was.
What happened?
Nothing. We made it to the hospital. I didn't have to go as far as I was prepared to. But I was prepared to go all the way.
Well, it was nice meeting you again, Mr. Stephens.
Mitchell. It was nice to see you again, Ally.
Alison.
Alison.
Say hi to Zoe.
I will.
I hope she gets better.
I'll tell her that.
What is this??!
Makes Cecil B. DeMille look like the Senior Class play, right?
But...why?
Well you've got me! What can I say?
Plenty! About 'The Crime of the Century,' Remember?
Oh, that. Listen you're busy and it's a long story
This is California. The richest, most populous state in America. And growing like a sonofagun.
I don't need a geography lesson, Luthor.
No, Superman, of course not. You do get around, don't you.
It's just that I spent a fortune on these things! And all for naught! What a waste
Of time, Luthor.
Right, right. Where was I? Ah, yes
At the San Andreas Fault. Maybe you've heard of it.
Sure. It's the joining together of two land masses pushed together eight million years ago. The fault line itself is unstable and always shifting, which is the reason you get earthquakes in the California area from time to time.
Couldn't have said it better myself. Now all this west of the Fault is the most expensive real estate in the world. Los Angeles. San Diego. San Francisco. And here is just hundreds and hundreds of miles of cheap desert land. Land that happens to be owned by Lex Luthor Enterprises. Well... ...call me a fool, but ...it did occur to me that if a conventional five hundred megaton bomb were to explode at exactly the proper stress point that would trigger the upheaval that would cause the San Andreas Fault to 'do its thing.' Ah, it would've been so nice, y'know...
Nice! Most of California would have been destroyed. Millions of people would've been killed! The West Coast as we know it would have
Dropped into the sea! Byebye California! Hello, new West Coast! Gold Coast! My Coast. And now...well... I left my heart in San Francisco...
It would never have worked, Luthor. You are a dreamer a sick, twisted dreamer.
Maybe I should get help.
It wouldn't hurt. You can't go on living in fantasies. Did you really think you could get hold of a nuclear bomb? And drop it? Why, our Strategic Defense boys would have
You're right, you're right, Superman. There were wrinkles to iron out. But, well... ...there is this new rocket, the XK 101.
The XK 101. Luthor, that operates on radio waves. And with our failsafe system, only the President himself can push that button.
I know. I know. I never promised myself a rose garden.
Still, foolishly, perhaps, I had a theory that eliminates the Presidential pushbutton. I was doing my homework...
On radio waves?
And garbage doors.
Luthor
You guessed it! You're always one step ahead of me. Aren't you Superman? Yes, right. There was a police helicopter buzzing the area and transmitting on the same frequency as the garage doors. The minute the signal went out Zip! Zip! Zip!
Well, that's their problem, T.S. But but the XK 101 also works on a radio wave control system. The problem was to find out the frequency. Problems, problems, I've had so many...
They'll soon be over.
In a way oh, it'll be a relief. I'm a wreck. No rest for the wicked, y'know. It wasn't enough, the radio frequencies, then I had to worry about getting to the missile and adjusting the aiming. So that if I could have activated the launch well, Lex Luthor would've hit the spot. There's a little place on Route 190. Dead on the practice optimum stress point of the San Andreas Fault. It wouldn't mean much to you, Superman, but I call it...target zero. Pancho's Taco Palace...
Well, it's very impressive but you built this junk for nothing.
For the first time today, Superman I must tell you that you're wrong. But how could you know that Oh, well. I guess I could tell you now. Y'see, actually...but this conversation is becoming rather dry, isn't it.
Now who's the dreamer, Superman? Even you can't fly that fast!
We'll see how fast I can fly.
I...uh...
No speeches, Otis. Just watch what Albert has prepared. What are you waiting for?
Now then, Otis. Did you get what I asked for?
Yessir. Just what you wanted.
There.
Not there! A pine tree in Death Valley? Idiot! This is for the North Woods section!
Did I do good, Mr. Luthor?
Excellent, Otis. But what took you so long?
What's the matter, Otis?
Matter? With me? Nothing's the matter.
Otis, were you up to your old tricks?
I broke the man out of prison
I'll always be grateful, Mr. Luthor.
I gave him steady employment
I'll never forget you for that, Mr. Luthor.
I gave him this new face.
I...uh...check.
And now he lies to me. He has been stealing ladies' purses again. Haven't you? Haven't you, you miserable petty crook?
I guess I...uh...regressed.
Please...
Otis...
Is that real enough for you?
It is for me.
Y'know? I'm sure of it. Y'know? And there's a strong streak of goody goody in him that is going to blow this deal for me if I don't do something about it. Something!
But, to someone from the planet Krypton, this substance would be lethal because of its high level of radioactivity. Kryptonite! Ah, Kryptonite! That's the stuff!
You mean bullets and fire and all that can't hurt him, but this kind of rock
Will kill him! And I'm going to have a piece of the rock! Miss Teschmacher, pack your
Well, gents? What did I tell you? It's a piece of cake.
It's a Twinkie, boss.
They're killing me by inches! Go ahead! Make me suffer! Milk me dry.
Maybe it's being polished or something. Maybe they're cleaning it.
Cleaning a rock, Otis? Jot it down. As soon as we're back, he feeds the pets.
Oh, Mr. Luthor...
I still don't get it.
Ah, dear simple Otis. Albert explain it to him.
Sort of.
Good enough for you. Now then tell me something I like to hear. As many times as I hear it...
Easy now, miss, I've got you???
You've got me? Who's got you???
Do as I say. Let go!
Oh, God! I'm going to die!
Not while I'm around you're not. C'mon...
Who...who...
Let's just say I'm a friend. And watch yourself from now on with those things, Okay? I mean if the good lord wanted people to fly he would have given them wings.
With my luck, now it'll rain.
Not a chance. It's too nice a night.
Superman???
Right on the first guess.
Wha'...what are you doing here?
I came to talk to you.
The answer is yes. Now what's the question?
There's been a lot of confusion in the media about who I am and what I'm up to and all that. I'd like to set the record straight. With your help.
This is incredible. I was just sitting here trying to figure out how to contact you. I mean, you don't have an answering service, right?