Solomon stood before the broad observation window with his hands behind his back, watching the two World Engines outside hammering the planet's core like ancient behemoths. He could not help marveling at the power and brutality of Kryptonian technology.
The resonance between just two machines at opposite poles could forcibly overturn and reshape a planet's physical laws and geological structure.
"How long will it take to finish transforming the entire planet?"
General Zod glanced at the churning gray-black aerosol storms outside, unable to conceal the excitement and fervor in his voice.
"Boss, at the current gravitational field output, the transformation should be complete in about two weeks, establishing a perfect Kryptonian ecosystem!"
Solomon nodded noncommittally. The apocalyptic reshaping outside was certainly spectacular, but one look was enough.
He could not stand spending two weeks aboard a dull spaceship doing nothing but staring at it.
"I'll head back to Earth first and return in two weeks."
Without any hesitation, General Zod immediately turned toward the main console.
"Yes, Boss. I'll have someone plot a course and activate the phantom drive for the return trip."
"No need for all that trouble."
Solomon raised a hand to interrupt him.
"The Black Zero is already low on energy reserves. There's no need to go back and forth. I have my own way back."
General Zod froze. Without taking the ship?
This planet was currently in the shadow region at the edge of the Solar System, several light-years from Earth. Even light would take years to get back!
Solomon offered no further explanation. With a thought, he retrieved an utterly ordinary solid wooden household door from his vast Storage Space and set it upright on the Black Zero's metallic floor with a thud.
The sight was utterly incongruous. After all, aboard the technologically advanced Black