Jor-El had brought destruction upon himself through his petty scheming. Although he had pleaded with He-El at the end, since he had dared to attack him, He-El assumed he was prepared to bear all the consequences.
He-El could not even be bothered to spare someone so fickle.
Letting such an unpredictable person join his New Krypton would only poison its core environment.
After dealing with Jor-El, He-El gazed out at the stars of the Pacific Rim universe. Among the minds of all the creatures Jor-El had forcibly linked to himself, he sensed a being that had been calling out to him all along.
"Master, I am waiting for you."
"Master, I have been collecting all the biological genetic data."
"Master, I am resisting Jor-El's encroachment."
"Master, when will you return?"
"Master, will I ever see you again?"
"Master..."
Each murmur was like a call from ancient times. A loyal guardian was waiting for her master, still carrying out his orders.
This psychic trail, forcibly linked by Jor-El so he could drain its psychic power, had a profound connection to He-El.
He-El's mind followed that psychic trail, leaping through the Dreaming that Jor-El had once allowed to collapse. His mind instantly connected to the trail and slipped into a dark space.
There was a spherical machine that seemed to consist of both mind and programming. One side was golden psychic power, while the other was a web of logical lines formed from complex code. She possessed both mechanized programming and the psychic power of a living being's thoughts. The two were intertwined in a form He-El had never seen before.
If Jor-El had occupied all the cosmic operational logic governing the mind and the Dreaming, then this sphere of mind and programming had used her code to embed herself into most