I want to have a date with Superman

After flying nearly a hundred meters in a passage that looked like an elevator shaft, Superman arrived at a spacious and empty dome structure cabin.

The cabin is circular, with an area larger than a football field. Thousands of glass bottles hang down from the dome, flashing a faint glow, forming a hazy starry sky in the dark and silent room.

To say it is a starry sky is not an exaggeration at all.

Because each glass bottle represents a civilization and a star system that once existed.

If Superman knew the civilization name and the coordinates of the home star of each bottled city, he would be able to find that the positions of these bottles correspond to the positions of their star systems in the universe.

These bottled cities together constitute a ‘lost’ universe.

They existed in the universe and were part of the universe.

Now their planets have disappeared in the universe, replaced by bottles, forming the old universe in Brainiac's spacecraft.

The bottle universe of the spaceship merges with the existing universe outside, which is the complete universe before Brainiac appeared.

"It's been almost a day. The Golden Nuclear Bomb should have received news, but why hasn't it come yet?" On the lawn in front of the White House, the horse gang leader clasped his hands behind his back, looked up at the sky, and sighed repeatedly.

"The golden nuclear bomb is out of ammunition. Her lantern beast was snatched away by the devil, and now there is no hope." Grandma Xi said bitterly.

"If we don't count on her, who else can we rely on? The Justice League was on the scene at the time, and they couldn't even break through the alien's defensive force field." The horse gang leader looked at the alien robots patrolling the street again, then turned towards the White House Go.

When the city first fell, there were large-scale riots, but soon robots were teleported in, not only helping police officers and soldiers maintain order, but also allowing civil servants to return to their posts and continue working.

As president, he has more to do.

"Tear it apart!" Grandma Xi suddenly shouted excitedly.

The caravan leader didn't look back, "Superman is of no use either. His weaknesses are so obvious that everyone in the universe knows about them."

"Mr. President, look at the sky, it's coming to us!" Grandma Xi shouted.

"Tear it apart, tear it apart!" White House staff were also shouting.

"I'm sorry, it's Tearman, long live Tearman!"

At this moment, the metropolis was full of people, and countless people were chanting one name.

The horse gang leader looked up at the sky and saw a familiar face with a tuft of curly hair hanging on his forehead, occupying most of the sky.

Superman stands before their universe like a creator god.

"God bless, Superman is here, is the golden nuclear bomb still far away? We are saved."

The caravan leader was the first to think of General Five Rings.

After shouting, he wondered: "Why is Superman so huge? It's not a holographic projection, right?"

People in the metropolis still don’t know that they are in a glass bottle.

If it weren't for the people on the edge of the city who saw the city being blocked by a transparent force field and rising from the ground, they would all think that they were still on earth.

It's just that the earth is occupied by alien devils, and advanced technological means are used to completely separate the city from the outside world.

Because the gravity, air composition, sunrise and sunset and other environmental factors of the city in the bottle are exactly the same as those on the earth.

Several of the president's science advisers insist on the view that "Metropolis is still on Earth."

A group of American people even "suddenly realized" that the government's cover-up of the "flat earth truth" was finally exposed by aliens.

Now the alien devils are just canceling the "Earth Theory" disguise set by the government on the surface of the earth.

The glass walls and the force field shields surrounding the city are just new disguises to fool the people of the earth.

Well, it’s nothing more than changing from the U.S. government’s false earth theory to the alien colonists’ “earth bottle theory.”

The wise American people have understood the truth!

They also organized a large march because of this, but were suppressed by alien robots.

"It seems that Luther is right. He said that Metropolis was put into an instrument that simulates the pocket dimension, and it is very likely to be shrunk countless times." General Minos said.

The caravan leader immediately said: "Call Luther quickly and let him explain the current situation to us."

"He was captured by an alien robot." The general said.

"Why did the robot capture him?" the caravan leader asked strangely.

General Minos' eyes flickered and he hesitated: "He participated in an experimental project of the military."

The horse gang leader's face darkened, and he immediately guessed that he had become the last person to know about the government's secret experiment.

"What experiment caused the aliens to pay special attention to it?"

"Related to Kryptonian genetic technology."

"Can you hear me?" At this moment, Superman's voice resounded like thunder throughout the world.

"My dear, it's not a holographic projection, it's a real Superman." The horse gang leader waved in surprise, "Superman, I'm here, what do you want to tell me?"

Superman saw their reactions outside and heard their voices, and immediately said: "I'm going to take off the bottle. There may be violent vibrations. Don't be afraid."

"What bottle?" The people on Earth in Metropolis were puzzled.

"Ah——" The next moment, people in the city exclaimed in unison, the "sky" quickly rose up, the earth shook violently, and the figure of Superman, the cosmic genie, disappeared under the horizon.

In the glass bottle storage room, Superman, who was about to take off the bottles like picking fruit, also said "ahhh" and stepped back on guard.

The cable hanging from the dome jerked hard and ripped the bottle from his hand.

"Buzz-buzz-buzz!" The dome sounded a dull and urgent alarm.

Superman was about to soar into the sky and fish down the Metropolis glass bottle.

Suddenly, another familiar voice came into his ears. He listened carefully and his expression became excited, "That's..."

He ran three meters away in a few steps, eyes widened, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar city in disbelief, "It's really Kandor City. My people are not dead. They are all alive. The citizens of Kandor City are still alive." !”

"Yes, that's Kandor City." A voice responded to him.

Directly in Superman's mind, telepathically.

The glass bottle storage room is almost empty except for the dome and the deck below, except for a green egg standing in the center.

The egg emits hazy green light, is about as tall as Superman, and has more than a dozen data lines connected to it.

"Crack--click--click!"

At this time, a man's voice came from the giant egg, which was still cracking.

"Crash-" The green nutrient solution flowed out of the giant egg. A big green hand stretched out from the gap and broke it with force. The egg shell fell off completely, and a tall green-skinned bald man appeared in front of Superman.

Those data cables were actually plugged into his head.

There are more than a dozen information interfaces as big as fingernails and flashing red lights evenly distributed on the top of his head.

It is very similar to the data interface on the back of the protagonist's neck in "The Matrix" and can be plugged into a "USB data cable".

"Chichichi!" The data cables fell off one by one, and a little purple liquid came out from the red interface.

I don't know if it's brain juice or culture fluid.

"Brainiac?" Superman put down the Kandor City glass bottle, focused on alert, with a serious expression.

"Hello, Kryptonian."

Apart from the "USB port" on his head, Brainiac is basically a normal human being.

He opened his eyes, stood up slowly, and looked at Superman indifferently.

"Whoosh!"

With a speed as fast as teleportation, he came to Superman, and pinched his neck with his big green hand, "You caused flaws in my collection.

Now, if you are imprisoned in Kandor City, there will be no more Kryptonians left in the world. "

"Kandor City is not your collection!" Superman's eyes were red, and he fired a thermonuclear ray at the green man at close range.

"Stab!" He hit his face, but only broke a layer of skin.

"Uh-huh." Brainiac felt the pain and flicked Superman away like a cannonball.

"Boom!" Superman hit the wall hard, and dozens of steel cables hung from the dome, tightly entangling him.

Brainiac wiped the blood on his face and said coldly: "I dominate everything in the world, and there is nothing that is not mine."

——Don’t struggle, just talk first!

Superman was about to struggle when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the goggles around his neck, and a person appeared - Mirror Master. He also held a tablet with a line of words written on it.

"Why did you go to Earth? Let me tell you, the golden nuclear bomb did not misfire!"

Superman awkwardly said the lines he didn't like.

——He does not reject the earth's demand for golden nuclear bombs, but the golden nuclear bomb actually makes the earth's people become "extremely nationalistic", arrogant internally and repellent externally, just like the evolved version of the red neck.

As a Kryptonian immigrant, it was natural for him to feel uncomfortable.

"Golden nuclear bomb? Ridiculous!" Brainiac sneered, "Even if she is a real 'space nuclear bomb', do you think I would be afraid?"

"Then why did you specifically choose to come to Earth when she left and lost her lamp beast?" Superman said.

"Did you destroy a robot that crashed in Kansas a month ago?" Brainiac asked.

Superman was startled, "Is that your robot?"

The green man said with sarcasm, "The news of Apokolips' invasion of the earth has spread throughout the universe, and the golden nuclear bomb is famous, but in my eyes, she is a clown who cannot stand on the stage.

I found your information from those earth-related news.

Kryptonian, I came to Earth for you.

If I had known in advance that you went to hell with her, I would have arrived a day earlier. "

"What do you want from me?" Superman asked in surprise.

Brainiac walked to the edge of Kandor City and gently rubbed the glass cover, "I want to ensure that Kandor City is the last container with Kryptonian data!

And you are outside my control, giving others the opportunity to share Krypton's technology, genes and even culture,"

"What do you mean?" Superman frowned.

There was a hint of contempt on Brainiac's indifferent face, "You don't understand such a simple and easy-to-understand truth. Your wisdom really disappoints me."

Superman tried to break free of his chains again.

"I'd like to hear the details." He glanced at his spectacles and said sadly.

"This is mine," Brainiac said, pointing to the city of Kandor. "Everything on Krypton is mine. I do not allow my wisdom to be shared."

Superman still didn't quite understand, but Harley made a guess and gave an explanation on the lens: He was a pervert who regarded knowledge as his taboo, so by taking away a city, he destroyed the rest of civilization.

These words irritated Superman, his eyes turned red, and he shouted excitedly: "In order to monopolize a civilization's technology and culture, you actually used missiles to blow up the sun, trigger a supernova, and destroy the entire civilized galaxy.

You were once a living person, with tribesmen, family, and friends. How could you do such an inhumane thing? ! "

Harry thought thoughtfully, the sun of Lalu civilization did explode and triggered a supernova, then

Brainiac showed no emotion at all and simply said in an understatement: “My spine can process 7 times 10 to the 57th power of information at the same time, and my Kru brain is 70 times that.

But I was once just a human being, just like my family, friends, and tribesmen, one of the many living beings.

Now my memory and brain power exceed the sum of my civilized brain. Why?

Because of knowledge.

Knowledge has transformed me from a mortal to the master of the universe. Knowledge is the greatest power in the world.

Of course power must be monopolized.

Only those with strong strength can become the rulers of destiny, while those with weak strength can only be controlled - this is the realization that every interstellar civilization should have.

I, Brainiac, am an independent civilization! "