"Now... who... rules this world?"
Apocalypse followed Storm to her home, learning some modern language along the way as he stammered out his question.
"Rulers? There are a lot of them!"
Storm shrugged. "They change rulers every decade or so. There are too many—who has the time to remember all their names? Besides, why are you asking?"
"A lot of them?"
Apocalypse frowned, unable to understand the current world.
Wasn't a supreme ruler supposed to be unique? There were many of them? And people did not even bother remembering their rulers' names?
Silent, Apocalypse raised his eyes and looked around Storm's home. He saw the television.
Apocalypse possessed Soul Transfer, also known as body snatching. By taking over a mutant's body, he could gain that mutant's abilities.
Thousands of years ago, as the ruler of ancient Egypt and a god above all others, Apocalypse had changed bodies many times and acquired many abilities.
He also possessed psychic power. However, his psychic power was merely "psychic waves," with a range that covered... the entire Earth.
He reached out and pressed a hand against the television. Following its signals, Apocalypse's psychic waves spread outward, filling the entire world.
"Bzzzt..."
A burst of piercing electrical static sounded from the television.
"What are you doing?"
Storm stared at Apocalypse in surprise, having no idea what he was up to.
"Learning!"
Apocalypse closed his eyes, then opened them again moments later. His fingers had already left the television. "I have finished learning!"
"This world has fallen! My subjects, my believers, have forsaken their faith! This is betrayal! You dare forsake your god, dare forsake your ruler. This is blasphemy!"
Apocalypse had gathered countless pieces of information from the signals and now understood this era.
"Rotten! Fallen! War! Destruction! This world has gone astray! This world