Arctic.
Kryptonian Spaceship.
Luke, who should have stayed at Washington, was busy negotiating with 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 with his little cousin who has not received Krypton education at all, he can be said to be more knowledgeable.
The relevant knowledge in my mind flows out as if it were retrieved on its own.
"Kryptonian 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 24 consonants are arranged in groups of three, arranged in a radial pattern along eight directions..."
"The reason for this is to cater to the pattern of the Krypton flag..."
"This also represents the eleven virtues advocated by Kryptonian..."
"Truth, peace, collaboration."
"Selflessness, diligence, hope, restraint, justice, purity, imagination."
After absorbing the content about Kryptonian's language, Luke found that the operation interface became simple and easy to understand.
Various related instructions make reading stress-free.
Zizzi! Sizzle!
Just when Luke was familiar with the spacecraft 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. It would be great if 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 been masked.
Male, Kryptonian, holds master key, looks young...
Taking the above conditions into account, who else could there be besides Carl-El who has wandered to the earth?
"Sorry, you probably got the wrong person."
Luke had no idea of recognizing his father in vain, so he smiled lightly and then introduced himself.
In front of Jor-El, he no longer used his identity as Krypton's eldest cousin, and made a few vague remarks.
To put it bluntly, Jor-El appears here.
It is just an intelligent consciousness stored in the master key, a piece of data, not a real person.
As long as Luke is willing, he can delete it and erase all traces of its existence.
"Aren't you Carl?"
Jor-El was a little confused, and then it turned into shock.
What went wrong with his plan?
Didn't that Kryptonian Spaceship land at the set planet location?
"Yes, Mr. Jor-El, you can regard me as a remnant of the Krypton outpost."
Luke eyes Blink said softly.
Krypton During the most glorious pioneering era, a large number of exploration teams were sent out.
Wander the universe, establish 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 his birth, Krypton's pioneering era ended and entered a period of closed and conservative class rule.
"It's okay, Qiao, just call me cousin. There's no need to be too rigid about age or status."
Luke waved his hand generously, indicating that we both have our own affairs.
You call me eldest cousin, and your son calls me eldest cousin, and 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 Krypton's class divisions 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 Krypton remnants of the outpost are worthy of respect.
Qiao-El's intelligent consciousness did a little mental construction, and he shouted awkwardly, "That, eldest cousin, my son..."
"Carl-Al, right? He now has an earth name, Clark-Kent."
Luke typed the Snap, and just pressed it a few times on the console, and immediately a large number of projection pop-up windows appeared.
Krypton's technology tree is several eras older than the Earth.
Luke easily used the spacecraft's database to invade the Internet, and then filtered out the information about Superman and placed it in front of Jor-El.
"He came to this planet later than me, and is now a superhero on Earth, Man of Tomorrow of 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 are both good people and have taught Clark a lot of things."
Luke said this as he left the suspension seat.
"Then why did the master key of Carl fall into the hands of... the eldest cousin?"
Jor-El then asked in confusion.
Luke smiled slightly. After he pushed his little cousin to the stage, he never thought about having a good negotiation with Federal Government.
Vought Corporation is not like the industry next door, with extensive connections and channels.
As the Pentagon Lieutenant General from the universe next door, Luke knows very well the virtues of those politicians.
Short-sightedness, profit-seeking, greed and stupidity are all part of our nature.
Luke wants to create a debut opportunity for his little cousin and let the world focus on him.
Negotiations are just a means of delaying time. Letting Kryptonian break the situation is the real plan.
When faced with external pressure, Federal Government will naturally retreat and compromise.
That's why he got the master key of Kryptonian Spaceship from Clark.
When he launched the huge fortress-like spacecraft buried under the Arctic ice.
General Zod, who was exiled long before the destruction of Phantom Zone, Krypton, and his men.
Therefore, the coordinates of the earth were searched and the whereabouts of Kryptonian was obtained.
They are enough to put heavy pressure on Federal Government and reflect 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 beneath his feet.
He is the military leader of Krypton. From birth, his fighting instinct, command talent and genetic template for protecting Krypton have been encoded into his body by biotechnology.
The concept of love and protection for Krypton is deeply imprinted in the soul of Zod.
So when he saw that group of incompetent elders sitting on the parliamentary 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 let Krypton regain its vitality.
Zod launched a coup and organized a group of rebels.
Unfortunately, due to the strong obstruction of Krypton chief scientist Qiao Al, he failed to successfully obtain Krypton's fertility code - this is Krypton's gene bank. Krypton had 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 Krypton, which destined Kryptonian to be ineligible to choose their own lives, because their future was destined from the moment they were born.
For example, Zod, he was born to be 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, dividing individuals into different types, clarifying the social division of labor, and maximizing the efficiency of the entire planet.
In the long and endless history, Kryptonian has forged its own glorious civilization.
At that time, Krypton continued to expand outwards, with countless spacecraft traveling through the universe and 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 the move to explore outside.
Thus embarking on another form of civilization process - setting up the career and life of Krypton life through artificial cultivation.
Zod looked at the endless dark space with deep eyes.
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 protect Krypton, but his mother planet had already collapsed and shattered in the explosion of the earth's core.
Therefore, the continuation of the race has become the only purpose of Zod.
The Code of Fertility was given to his son by Jor-El, which was Krypton's hope for rebirth.
Zod took the remaining tribe members across the vast sea of stars and came to this beautiful planet with unique civilization and life.
Jor-El's son is the long-destroyed Krypton, the only natural person born.
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.