Arctic.
Kryptonian spaceship.
Luke, who should have been in Washington, was busy negotiating with the White House and the Pentagon.
Sit on the suspended seat that rises into the air and open the console.
"Recursive program diagnosis completed..."
"Navigation permission confirmed..."
"All systems are operating normally."
A slightly dull and soft female voice sounded in his ears,
Subsequently, the complex and changeable operation interface slowly unfolded, and a large number of geometric symbols-like alphabetical syllables emerged.
Luke, who has many Superman templates, has a smile on his face. Compared to his younger cousin who has not received any Kryptonian education, he can be said to be more knowledgeable.
The relevant knowledge in my mind flows out as if it were retrieved on its own.
"The Kryptonian language has thirty-three basic letters, including nine vowels and twenty-four consonants..."
"The way it is written is that nine vowels are arranged in three rows and three columns, and the twenty-four consonants are in groups of three, arranged in a radial pattern along eight directions..."
"The reason for this is to cater to the pattern of the Kryptonian flag..."
"This also represents the eleven virtues advocated by Kryptonians..."
"Truth, peace, collaboration."
"Selflessness, diligence, hope, restraint, justice, purity, imagination."
After absorbing the content about the Kryptonian language, Luke found that the operation interface became simple and easy to understand.
Various related instructions make reading stress-free.
Zizzi! Sizzle!
Just as Luke was familiar with the spacecraft's operating system, there was a faint sound of electricity.
The hatch not far away opened, and a strange figure walked out.
"I'm happy to see that you have grown up. If only Laura could see it with her own eyes... I am your father, Carl..."
The inexplicable intruder spoke incomprehensible and strange words.
Luke frowned slightly, and the smile at the corner of his mouth gradually widened, as if he couldn't hold it in anymore.
He looked at the intelligent consciousness that appeared as the spacecraft system started.
The key he inserted came from his little cousin.
The intelligent consciousness stored inside is actually Superman's biological father.
Therefore, Jor-El naturally regarded Luke as his biological son who had never met him.
Male, Kryptonian, possessor of the Master Key, very young...
Taking the above conditions into account, who else could be there besides Kal-El who has wandered to Earth
"Sorry, you probably got the wrong person."
Luke had no intention of admitting his father, so he smiled lightly and then introduced himself.
In front of Jor-El, he no longer used his identity as the cousin of Krypton? He made a few vague remarks.
To put it bluntly? Jor-El appears here.
It's just an intelligent consciousness stored in the master key, a piece of data? It's not a real person.
As long as Luke is willing, he can delete it and erase all traces of its existence.
"Aren't you Karl?"
Jor-El was a little confused, and then it turned into shock.
What went wrong with his plan
That Kryptonian spaceship? Didn’t it land at the set planet location
"That's right? Mr. Jor-El, you can consider me a remnant of the Kryptonian outpost."
Luke's eyes flickered and he said softly.
In Krypton's most glorious pioneering era, a large number of exploration teams were sent out.
Travel around the universe, build outposts on various planets, and collect resources.
The earth was also the object of their visit.
This 18,000-year-old spaceship is the evidence left behind.
"Outpost... Remnant..."
Jor-El digested it for a moment, his expression serious.
If you put it this way, wouldn't the other party be older than you
After he was born, Krypton's pioneering era ended and entered a period of closed, conservative class rule.
"Is everything okay? Qiao, just call me cousin. You don't have to be too rigid about age or status."
Luke waved his hand magnanimously, indicating that we were each talking about our own affairs.
You call me eldest cousin? Your son also calls me eldest cousin? Everyone treats me equally.
"...eldest cousin?"
Jor-El coughed twice? He glanced at Luke's overly young face and felt a little unable to speak.
It's just that the class divisions on Krypton are clear and rigorous, and everyone's position in society has already been set.
Except for Superman, who gave birth naturally, everyone else must abide by the rules.
The Kryptonian remnants of the outpost are worthy of respect.
Qiao-El's intelligent consciousness did a little mental construction, and he shouted awkwardly: "Well, cousin, my son..."
"Kal-El, right? He has an Earth name now, Clark Kent."
Luke snapped his fingers and pressed a few random buttons on the console, and suddenly a large number of projection pop-ups appeared.
Krypton’s technology tree is several eras ahead of Earth’s.
Luke easily used the spacecraft's database to hack into the Internet, then filtered out the information about Superman and placed it in front of Jor-El.
"He came to this planet later than me, and now he is a superhero on Earth, the son of tomorrow in Metropolis..."
Luke said softly.
"What about his adoptive parents...?"
Jor-El didn't seem to hear anything, and just stared at the slightly immature young face.
"Jonathan and Martha, they were both good people and taught Clark a lot."
Luke said this as he got off the suspension seat.
"Then why did Carl's master key fall into the hands of...his eldest cousin?"
Jor-El then asked in confusion.
Luke smiled slightly. After he pushed his little cousin to the stage, he never thought about negotiating with the federal government.
Unlike the industry next door, Watt Company has a wide range of contacts and channels.
As a Pentagon lieutenant general in the next universe, Luke knows the morality of those politicians all too well.
Short-sightedness, profit-seeking, greed and stupidity are all part of our nature.
Luke wanted to give his young cousin a chance to make his debut and put the world's focus on him.
Negotiations were nothing more than a means of delaying time, and letting the Kryptonians break things off was the real plan.
When faced with external pressure, the federal government will naturally retreat and compromise.
That's why he got the master key to the Kryptonian spacecraft from Clark.
When he launched the huge fortress-like spacecraft buried under the Arctic glacier.
Far in the Phantom Zone, General Zod, who was exiled before the destruction of Krypton, and his men.
As a result, the coordinates of the Earth were searched and the whereabouts of the Son of Krypton was obtained.
They are enough to put heavy pressure on the federal government and demonstrate the importance of Superman.
…
…
Earth, outer space.
A giant spacecraft orbits the moon, its surface reflecting the light of the forest.
General Zod, wearing heavy armor, was standing by the wide observation deck, overlooking the blue planet below him.
He is the military leader of Krypton. From birth, his fighting instinct, command talent and genetic template for defending Krypton have been encoded into his body by biotechnology.
The concept of love and protection of Krypton is deeply imprinted in Zod's soul.
So when he saw that group of incompetent elders sitting high on the council bench and only obeying the laws left by their ancestors, he was determined to overthrow the rule of this group of corrupt and incompetent people and restore vitality to Krypton.
Zod brazenly launched a coup and organized a group of rebels.
Unfortunately, due to the strong obstruction of Krypton's chief scientist Jor-El, he failed to successfully obtain Krypton's fertility code - this is Krypton's gene bank. Krypton has achieved artificial intervention in reproduction a long time ago.
Therefore, the life of the next generation is not a natural birth, but artificial cultivation.
The fertility code records the genes of all types of people on Krypton, which means that Kryptonians are not qualified to choose their own lives, because their future is destined from the moment they are born.
Zod, for example, was born a warrior and strategist.
Take charge of the army and become a leader.
These are encoded into genes and ultimately form biological instincts.
In this way, a lot of time cost of education and training can be omitted. Just like ants, individuals are divided into different types and the social division of labor is clarified, so that the efficiency of the entire planet reaches the highest level.
In the long and endless history, the Kryptonians forged their own glorious civilization.
At that time, Krypton continued to expand outwards, and countless spaceships traveled through the universe, setting up outposts on countless planets, looking for planets suitable for survival.
However, the extremely prosperous civilization miracle did not last long. Due to the exhaustion of huge resources, Krypton had no choice but to give up its outward exploration.
Thus embarking on another form of civilization process - setting the career and life of Kryptonian life through artificial cultivation.
Zod's gaze was profound, looking at the endless dark space of the universe.
The blue planet emits a soft light full of vitality, like a magnificent and bright huge celestial body, which makes people extremely addictive.
He was born to defend Krypton, and his home planet had already collapsed and shattered in the explosion of the earth's core.
Therefore, the continuation of the race has become Zod's only purpose.
The Codex of Fertility was given to his son by Jor-El, the hope for Krypton's rebirth.
Zod took the only remaining members of his tribe across the vast sea of stars and came to this beautiful planet with unique civilization and life.
Jor-El's son is the only natural man born on the long-destroyed planet Krypton.
His genes have not been programmed in any way, and the fertility guide is in the hands of the other party.
"I will definitely rebuild Krypton."
Zod said firmly, with strong confidence and determination in his eyes. (End of chapter)