At the North Pole.
In the Kryptonian spacecraft.
Luke, who should have been in Washington, was busy negotiating with the White House and the Pentagon....
Sat in the vacant hover seat and opened the operating console.
"Recursive program diagnosis complete ..."
"Navigation permission confirmed ..."
"All systems are working normally."
A slightly dull, soft female voice rang in his ears.
Subsequently, the complicated and changeable operation interface slowly unfolded, and a large number of letters and syllables, like geometric symbols, emerged.
Luke, who had a lot of Superman cards, smiled. Compared with his younger cousin, who hadn't received Kryptonian education at all, he could be said to be knowledgeable.
The relevant knowledge in his mind flowed out.
'Kryptonian language has thirty-three basic letters, including nine vowels and twenty-four consonants ...'
'It was written with nine vowels in three rows and three columns, and twenty-four consonants each in groups of three, arranged in a radial pattern in eight directions ...'
'The reason for this is to fit the pattern of the Kryptonian flag ...'
'It also represents the eleven virtues that Kryptonians hold in high esteem ...'
'Truth, peace and synergy. '
'Selfless, diligence, hope, restraint, justice, purity and imagination. '
After absorbing the content about the Kryptonian language, Luke found that the operation interface became easy to understand.
There was no pressure to read all kinds of related instructions.
Zi zi! Zi zi zi!
Just as Luke was getting accustomed to the ship's operating system, there was a faint sound of electricity going off.
Not far away, a door opened, and a strange figure came out.
"I'm happy to see you've grown into an adult. If only Lara could see it with her own eyes ... I'm your father, Kal ..."
An inexplicable intruder, saying inexplicable things.
Luke slightly frowned. The smile at the corner of his mouth gradually expanded as if he couldn't hold it in.
He looked at the intelligent consciousness that emerged as the spacecraft's systems started up.
The key that he inserted came from his younger cousin.
The intelligent consciousness stored in it was actually Superman's biological father.
Therefore, Jor-El naturally saw Luke as his own son, who he had never met.
Male, Kryptonian, very young, holding the master key...
Based on the conditions above, who else could it be but Kal-El, who was stranded on Earth?
"I'm sorry, you probably mistook me for someone else."
Luke didn't have the idea of recognising a father for free. He lightly smiled and then introduced himself.
In front of Jor-El, he didn't use his Kryptonian cousin identity again and made some vague and casual remarks.
To put it bluntly, this wasn't Jor-El.
It was just an intelligent consciousness stored in the master key, a piece of data. Not a real person.
As long as Luke wanted to, he could easily delete it and wipe away its traces of existence.
"You're not Kal?"
Jor-El was a little puzzled and then turned to shock.
Where did his plan go wrong?
Didn't the Kryptonian ship land on the designated planet?
"That's right. Mr Jor-El, you can think of me as a remnant of a Kryptonian outpost."
Luke's eyes twinkled as he softly said so.
During Krypton's most glorious pioneering era, a large number of exploration teams were sent out.
Wandering through the universe, setting up outposts on various planets, and collecting resources.
Earth, too, has been the object of their visits.
This 18,000-year-old spaceship was the remaining evidence.
"Outpost ... Remnant ..."
Jor-El digested it and looked solemn.
In that case, wouldn't the other party be older than himself?
After his birth, Krypton's pioneering era had ended and entered a period of closed, conservative class rule.
"It's okay, Jor, you can just call me your cousin? No need to be too attached to age and status."
Luke graciously waved his hand, indicating that they both had their own views.
You call me cousin, your son calls me cousin too, everyone's treated equally.
"... cousin?"
Jor-El coughed twice. He glanced at Luke's overly young face and felt that he couldn't say it.
But Krypton's class division was clear and rigorous, and everyone's position in society had already been set.
With the exception of Superman, an individual case of natural childbirth, everyone else must follow the rules.
The Kryptonian outpost's remnants were a respectable existence.
After a little psychological preparation, Jor-El's intelligence consciousness embarrassedly called out, "Um, cousin, my son ..."
"Kal-El, right? He has an Earth name now, Clark Kent."
Luke snapped his fingers and casually pressed some buttons on the console, and a sea of projected images were instantly displayed.
Krypton's technology tree, compared to Earth's, was beyond several eras.
Luke easily used the database of the spaceship to invade the Internet and then filtered out the information about Superman and displayed it for Jor-El.
"He came to this planet much later than I did and is now a superhero on Earth, Metropolis' son of tomorrow ..."
Luke softly said.
"What about his adoptive parents ...?"
As if he hadn't heard it, Jor-El simply gazed at the young, slightly boyish face.
"Jonathan and Martha, who are both good people, have taught Clark a lot of things."
Luke left his suspended seat and said so.
"Then why did Kal's master key fall into ... your hands?"
Jor-El asked, feeling puzzled.
Luke slightly smiled. After he pushed his younger cousin into the limelight, he didn't even think about negotiating with the federal government properly.
It's not like Vought Enterprise had extensive contacts and channels, unlike his own industry in the next studio.
As a Lieutenant General of the Pentagon in the universe next door, Luke couldn't be clearer about the virtues of those politicians.
Short-sightedness, profit-seeking, greed and stupidity were all their inherent nature.
Luke wanted to create a chance for his younger cousin to make the world focus on his debut.
Negotiation was just a means of delaying time. Allowing the Kryptonians to disrupt the situation was the real plan.
When faced with external pressure, the government would naturally step back and compromise.
That's why he took the master key of the Kryptonian spacecraft from Clark.
When he started up the huge spaceship, like a fortress, buried under the Arctic glacier...
General Zod, who was exiled far away in the Phantom Zone, before the destruction of Krypton, with his men...
Gained the coordinates to Earth and located the whereabouts of the Son of Krypton.
They were enough to inflict heavy pressure on the federal government and reflect Superman's importance.
...
...
Earth, outer space.
A giant spaceship orbited the planet following the moon, and the metal on its surface reflected the glow of the ocean and forests.
General Zod, wearing heavy armour, was standing at the edge of the wide observation deck, overlooking the blue planet below.
He was a military leader of Krypton, and from the moment he was born, his combat instincts, command talent, and genetic template for defending Krypton were biologically encoded into his body.
The love for Krypton and the concept of protecting Krypton were deeply imprinted in Zod's soul.
So, when he saw the bunch of incompetent elders sitting high on the council benches, only obeying the laws left by their forefathers, he was determined to overthrow the rule of this group of incompetent people and bring Krypton back to life.
Zod staged a brazen coup and organized a rebel army.
Unfortunately, due to the vigorous obstruction of Krypton's chief scientist, Jor-El, he failed to obtain Krypton's Growth Codex, which was Krypton's gene pool. As early as a long time ago, Krypton achieved artificial intervention in reproduction.
Therefore, the birth of the next generation wasn't natural childbirth but artificially bred.
The genes of all types of people on Krypton were recorded in the Growth Codex, which meant that Kryptonians weren't allowed to choose their own fate because they were destined for their futures from the moment they were born.
Zod, for example, was born a soldier and strategist.
Responsible for leading the army and becoming a leader.
These were all implanted into his genes in the form of codes, which eventually formed biological instincts.
In this way, the time wasted on education and training could be shortened. Like ants, individuals could be divided into different types, and the social division of labour could be clarified so that the efficiency of the whole planet could reach the highest level.
In the long and endless history, Kryptonians had forged their own brilliant civilisation.
At that time, Krypton continued to expand outward, and numerous spacecraft travelled through the universe, setting up outposts on countless planets, looking for planets suitable for survival.
However, the miracle of an extremely prosperous civilisation didn't last long. Due to the depletion of vast resources, Krypton had no choice but to give up the move to explore the universe.
Thus, embarking on another form of civilisation advancement -- the artificial breeding of Kryptonians, to set their life paths since birth.
Zod's gaze looked deep, looking out into the infinite darkness of deep space.
The blue planet exuded a soft light full of vitality, like a magnificent and radiant giant celestial body, which was beyond mesmerising.
He was born to protect Krypton, while the home planet had long since collapsed and shattered in the explosion of its core.
Therefore, the continuation of the race had become Zod's only purpose.
Jor-El had given the Growth Codex to his son, which was the only hope of Krypton's rebirth.
With the only remaining people, Zod travelled across a vast sea of stars to this beautiful planet with its unique civilisation and life.
Jor-El's son was the only natural-born Kryptonian that was born on their planet before it was destroyed.
There was nothing programmed into his genes, and he was holding the growth Codex.
"I will rebuild Krypton."
Zod said firmly, with a powerful conviction and determination in his eyes.
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