Sunlight shone brightly on strange buildings of exquisite geometric beauty. Softened by special mechanical particles covering the planet's atmosphere, golden rays mingled with the gleaming earth and multicolored neon lights, casting rippling colors beneath the clouds like an aurora.
Krypton's surviving culture had never lacked art or philosophy alongside its necessary technological development. The survivors of its catastrophe had finally rebuilt their home as they had always wished, and happiness filled every face.
Radiation from the yellow sun granted them tremendous powers, allowing them to soar into the heavens and burrow into the earth. People in nano-uniforms could often be seen flying overhead.
They belonged to a profession worthy of the people's respect on New Krypton: the Sanitation Army, a military force that patrolled and guarded Krypton.
Now, to better control these seemingly heaven-sent abilities, the people of New Krypton had even established a course on mastering their powers on their restored homeworld. It was a compulsory part of every New Kryptonian's development plan.
Like every famous figure who had brought great change to Kryptonian cultural history, Krypton's current leader-the great leader who had guided the survivors through countless hardships to rebuild Krypton-had left behind a profound piece of advice when New Krypton was reborn.
"Our civilization's revival was built upon endless suffering. Treasure every day, and face everything with the best attitude you can."
Domir walked happily down the street. He belonged to the first generation of Kryptonian children born after New Krypton's revival and the restoration of normal childbirth policies. The history he had learned taught him how resilient and great the Kryptonian people were.
Every older Kryptonian looked after him, from his parents to his teachers. Even when he happened to meet an unfamiliar adult on the street, Domir would stop and greet them politely.
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