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Fort Superman. ...REMEMBER THE FIRST TIME, MRRM? The Bottle City of Kandor. BEFORE LEX LUTHOR, BEFORE THE PARASITE, THERE WAS ME, HRRNN? YOU AND I ESTABLISHED THE TEMPLATE FOR A NEW KIND OF CONFLICT THAT HAS ENDURED FOR DECADES--HNN. SUPER-BEINGS WAGING WAR FOR CONTROL OF THE FUTURE. ME WITH MY PURPLE PLAGUE, MY INVISIBLE CAR, MY ATOMIC DISINTEGRATOR, MY MULTIPLE BODIES... MY UNSTOPPABLE INVENTION... YOU WITH YOUR FENNH MAGNIFICENT STRENGTH, YOUR SELF-ASSURANCE, YOUR HUMANISTIC CREED. ALL THAT'S BEEN TAKEN AWAY-- I HAVE YOU IN MY POWER FOR THE LAST TIME, OLD ENEMY. TWO TITANS ERNN HERE AT THE END, WHERE YOU ARE DEFENSELESS IN THIS MICROSCOPIC REMNANT OF YOUR LOST WORLD. ...SUPERMAN, HRRHMMM ... WHAT I INTEND TO DO HERE IS TO SLICE OFF THE TOP OF YOUR HEAD. THEN I WILL DIG OUT YOUR BRAIN AND TOSS IT IN THE TRASH, ERRNH? WHEN THAT WORK IS DONE, I WILL PROCEED TO TRANSPLANT A COPY OF MY BRAIN INTO YOUR SKULL. YOU WILL BECOME ME, HNN? YOUR VISION OF THE HUMAN OF TOMORROW MADE OBSOLETE,...

Alaska. Stop Dreaming It's Not Good For You Okay, June. Breathe Deeply. Where Did She Dump Me This Time? June Moone You're Awake. Excellenti Follow Me, Please... The Others Are This Way-- I Hope You'll Find Your Stay With Us A Pleasant One, Ms. Moone. I... Ah... I Sure Hope So Too. Your Host Has Asked Me To Assure You That Any Lingering Trauma Will Fade After Some Brisk Exercise And Fervent Prayer. Is This Like A Museum--an Expo, Or--that Ice Hotel-- ...How Did I Get Here Again...? ...What Is That Sound, Like Angels Counting Their Change...? That's Lyri Zor-em's Infinite Dodecahedral Metasymphony--retrieved From A Data-sump During Excavations In The Bottle City Of Kandor. Your Host Is Waiting With His Associates... It's This Way-- My Host--? Superman, Of Course. ...'ere It Comes... None The Bleedin' Wiser. June! Good To See You Back In The Land Of The Living! You Look Well Rested. Fort Superman. Feeling A Whole Lot Better After Your Recent Ordeal, I Hope...

Fort Superman. TT! KILL ME, YOU BASTARDS! DO IT! FPPTTHT... HA! YOU HAVEN'T GOT THE NUTS. BIT RUBBISH, EY? I MEAN, WHEN YOU THINK ABOUT HOW YOU USED TO BE. TELL ME ABOUT IT. MR. BLACK. CALL ME THE SAMURAI IN AUTUMN. SEE, I COULD LIFT THEM WEIGHTS JUST BY THINKING ABOUT IT. BRAIN OVER BRAWN. DON'T BELIEVE ME. JUST WATCH... IF I HAD TO, ANYHOW-- AND EVEN IF I COULDN'T, I COULD MAKE YOU THINK YOU'D SEEN ME LIFTING THEM. YOU WOULDN'T KNOW WHAT WAS REAL AND WHAT WASN'T. THERE'S ONLY ONE THING I NEED FROM YOU, MR. BLACK. ...OUR GROUP? I'VE HAD RESPONSES-- THE BAND IS SLOWLY COMING TOGETHER... ...WEIRDO BY WEIRDO. MEANWHILE, ONE OF MY A-TEAM HAS GOT HERSELF IN A BIT OF A BIND IN DOWNTOWN METROPOLIS-- I'M WILLING TO TRUST YOU, MANCHESTER BLACK. LET'S BEGIN THE RECRUITMENT... The Steelworks. Metropolis HQ of the Family Steel. UNCLE JOHN...? STAY BACK, NAT! I WAS EXPLORING THE DATACOSMOS--THEN THIS HAPPENED! HOSTILE DIGITAL LIFE-FORMS AT LARGE! WHAT HAPPEN...

Washington, Dc. November 1963. The World Is Waiting For You To Come Out Of The Shadows And Show Yourself, Superman. Right Now, With Tomorrow Dawning On Our Doorstep. You're What America Needs. I'm Not Sure I Understand. You Brought Me Here For A Reason, I Presume, Mr. President. You Need My Protection In Dallas? No-- I Need You To Do Something Way More Important. You Represent Progress, Hope, The Future... You're The Man Of Tomorrow. Superhuman, Honest, And Intrepid. The Wartime Justice Society Tried To Make A Difference Where The Law Couldn't. The Mystery Men Played Their Part In Ending World War Two, But You--you And Your Kind--and There Are Others-- I Want You To Stand Tall, To End War Itself And Take Us To The Stars. I'll See What I Can Do, Sir. I Know You Will. I Know What You're Capable Of, Superman-- I'm Committed To Putting An American Astronaut On Mars By The End Of The 1960s And That's Without Your Help! I Want Human Ingenuity To Lead The Way. ...

--- **How ya goin’, mates?** This one's easily one of the darkest, most gut-wrenching stories I've ever come across. It's eerie. It's tragic. Feels like something straight out of a grim, gothic noir tale. So strap in—what you're about to hear is heavy. Out in the sticks, away from the hustle and bustle of the city, sat a little wooden cottage perched on a hill. Quiet. Simple. Homely. Just below the hill, there’s a massive bloke—like, properly huge. He’s wearing this red-striped sailor tee, one hand in the dirt, working away. Out of nowhere, his little daughter comes runnin’ up to him, gigglin’ her head off. He drops everything, scoops her up in his arms, showers her in kisses. She's chuffed. Then they both head back up the hill for dinner. Inside the cabin, it’s him, his missus, their daughter, and the family dog sittin’ ‘round the table. They're eatin’, laughin’. But the moment you lay eyes on the bloke, somethin' feels... off. He’s not just tall—he...