Those fleeting blue particles were noticed only by Kara, who immediately realized they were no ordinary particles but quantum particles.
Quantum science is an enigmatic field. Some even refer to quantum mechanics as the realm of the divine. It's often said that if humanity could fully grasp the power of quantum mechanics, the creation of an entire universe might be possible.
The premise lies in the idea that everything in existence is composed of fundamental molecules and atoms. Mastery of quantum mechanics could allow one to disassemble and reconstruct anything in the material world into its most basic components.
By this principle, it could theoretically be possible to create and shape desired objects, even life itself. However, since no one has ever truly mastered quantum mechanics, this remains a tantalizing hypothesis.
Yet now, Kara stood with a serious expression. She had noticed something extraordinary—quantum particles exhibiting signs of self-awareness.
What does this mean?
"What's wrong?" Clark's voice broke Kara's train of thought. He had noticed her unusual demeanor.
Kara snapped back to reality, offering a reassuring smile. "Nothing," she replied. "I was just thinking… my little Clark is finally growing up."
Though the two were cousins, the ten-year age difference and the close bond they shared often made Kara feel like an older sister—or even a mother figure. Their childhood had been marked by hardship, and Kara had once considered raising Clark on her own before Jonathan and Martha Kent took them in.
Clark sighed, powerless to challenge Kara's teasing.
The two sat together for hours, catching up on their lives. Kara, trusting Clark completely, held nothing back. She shared stories of her adventures and explained the unique abilities granted by the power rings she wore on her ten fingers. She even confessed her lingering desire to save Krypton, though she feared the consequences of meddling with the past.
Clark listened attentively, his empathy evident.
Unlike Kara, Clark felt little connection to Krypton. He had been sent to Earth as an infant and had grown to view it as his home. His curiosity about Krypton stemmed more from a desire to learn about his biological parents than from loyalty to a planet he'd never truly known.
Kara, however, struggled with her heritage. Her genetic code—like all Kryptonians engineered after the Codex—instilled unwavering loyalty to her homeworld. Only her soul, that of a reincarnated traveler from another world, allowed her to question these impulses. Without this unique perspective, Kara might have already revived Krypton and rebuilt it, regardless of the risks.
But now, Kara had chosen not to act, though the temptation lingered. Krypton remained a constant shadow in her thoughts.
"Alright," Kara said, ruffling Clark's hair. "You can continue your wandering. It's time for me to head home."
Clark chuckled. "You make me sound like a drifter."
Kara smirked before taking off. Her travel was swift and discreet; she preferred teleportation over flying, as it helped her avoid unnecessary attention.
Back home in Smallville, Martha Kent greeted Kara warmly. Jonathan soon joined them, and the family spent the afternoon shopping for clothes and preparing a special dinner.
Kara couldn't help but think with a mischievous grin: Sorry, Clark. While you're wandering, I'm enjoying a feast at home.
During dinner, Kara shared her plan to stay in Smallville for a few more days before starting a new job the following week.
"I need something to do," she admitted. "Otherwise, I'll go crazy with boredom."
Jonathan chuckled. "You've never been one to sit still, Kara."
After dinner, Kara spent time watching TV with the Kents before heading upstairs to her room. As she reached for the doorknob, however, a strange sensation stopped her in her tracks.
Her expression hardened, and she flung the door open, ready to strike.
There, standing in the middle of her room, was a figure—a glowing blue man. His entire body radiated a faint, ethereal light, composed not of flesh but of countless quantum particles.
A quantum construct.
The name "Dr. Manhattan" immediately came to Kara's mind. She lowered her fists but remained on edge. She knew he wasn't an enemy, or he would have acted already.
"I'm sorry," Dr. Manhattan said, his voice calm. "I didn't mean to intrude. While observing the universe, I stumbled upon this world—and your presence. I heard what you said earlier and thought it appropriate to introduce myself."
Kara crossed her arms, leaning against the doorframe. "If you didn't mean to offend, could you at least put on some clothes?"
Dr. Manhattan's form was a shimmering collection of quantum particles, devoid of physical modesty. While Kara wasn't personally bothered—her super-vision perceived him as an energy construct rather than a physical being—she still found his lack of decorum unnecessary.
With a wave of his hand, Dr. Manhattan conjured a blue suit for himself.
"Better," Kara remarked, though her eyes never left him. She continued to monitor him carefully, ready to respond to any sign of danger.
"So, why are you here?" she asked.
Dr. Manhattan's glowing eyes met hers. "Because I am at a crossroads. I seek clarity—am I a god or merely a man?"
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