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Superman: Man of Tomorrow #22
After the test of strength, Mr. Irons led me in to other rooms of the facility where a variety of tests for my other abilities were used. In one room there was a treadmill that could go to 100 miles per hour, but I quickly broke that when I got up to speed in a matter of seconds. In another there were selections of machines that they said fired radiation at different frequencies. Most of them had no impact when they fired at me, but there were two that had strange impacts on me.
One of the machines fired what was apparently ‘radiation similar to what the sun gives off’ and it seemed to super charge my powers further than I had previously experienced. I ended up seeing the radiation that was emitting from everyone’s bodies and I could hear the sounds of the atoms colliding everywhere. My heat vision also released itself from my eyes uncontrollably for the first time in 15 years. It must have looked similar to how Mon lost control of it at the airport from those that were observing me, and I certainly felt as helpless as Mon said he did when the powers overcame him. Fortunately the effects were only temporary passing after about 10 minutes, though I ended up having to keep my eyes covered in my hands until I managed to regain control.
The second machine had a completely different effect. Whilst the first one seemed to supercharge my powers, this second made me feel weak and I ended up collapsing to the floor feeling exhausted more than when I hadn’t managed to get a good nights sleep during my first few days in Metropolis. When I fell to the floor I tried to use my vision to check what had happened to my cells, but I couldn’t. I tried to see if I could hear anything happening to my cells with my hearing. But I couldn’t hear a thing, just the observers asking me if I was all right. I assured them that I was fine and tried to lift myself off the floor by elevating as I’ve started to be able to do. But I couldn’t.
In the end the observers had to help me up on to my feet as I felt so weak that I wasn’t sure if I could do it myself, and they gave me a quick blast of the radiation that appeared to super charge me and I quickly felt like my old self again. Is that what it feels like to be human? It feels…. weird. How ironic. I spent most of my life wanting to be human, and I finally get a taste of it, and couldn’t stand it. How could they go on living with that everyday? But then again I suppose they asked the same of me with my powers.
Moving swiftly along they next tested my flight speed where I was pitted against a variety of aircraft, ranging from an old British spitfire from World War 2 for some odd reason to a state of the art fighter jet plane that they claimed could break the sound barrier. The idea was that they would compared my flight speed by allowing all the aircraft and myself to get to terminal velocity before racing a straight one mile distance. Originally I was going to best all of them, but I didn’t want to give away my full capabilities, so I ended up letting the fighter jet win the race.
The tests complete, Mr. Irons led me back to the room where he had explained all about the HDC and their purpose and why I was here. Before I could enter the room though, for some odd reason, the agent who had met me back at the farm refused to let me through the door in to the room until he had put the handcuffs on me. I’m not sure what good he thought they would do after I had already shown that I could lift a tank with ease, and could surely break these handcuffs with no trouble, but I still let him put them on me. Mr. Irons fought my corner though saying that if I was going to be a threat I surely would of made a move by now, but he claimed that protocol had to be obeyed so I let him put them back on.
Back in the room I took my original seat as Mr. Irons followed in behind me after another agent had passed him a clipboard containing the results of my test from what I could see.
“Sorry about that son, these guys can be real assholes at times.”
“They’re just doing their job Mr. Irons. I can’t say I wouldn’t do the same especially after seeing what I can do.”
“Yeah well those handcuffs are pretty useless on you with that super strength you’ve got. You could snap those things just by moving my hands apart couldn’t you?”
“Well if it makes them feel comfortable I’ll do my best not to.”
Mr. Irons gives a little chuckle, which is always welcome to know that the person who has been assigned to study you has a sense of humor. After his little chuckle he pulls a pair of glasses from his jacket pocket and puts them on his, must be so he can read the results on the clipboard. Before he does so though he looks straight at me.
“Where are our manners, we’ve brought you in here and done all these crazy tests on you and haven’t even had the decency to offer you any food or drink. Is there anything we can get you?”
“It’s alright Mr. Irons. I can go for longer periods of time without food and drink than humans can.”
“Yeah but surely I can get you something after all the flying and running you’ve done? Not to mention the heavy lifting.”
“I’m fine Mr. Irons thank you.”
He breathes a rather annoyed sigh; he clearly wants to give me something but why? Is this going to be another one of the tests? Does he eat food just as well as us? Not sure why they would be so keen to study that mind.
“Well I’m going to get us a nice pot of coffee even if you don’t want it, as I’m not just going to make you sit hear and answer questions without a drink at least.”
It seems he’s not going to take no for an answer. That’s possibly why he heads up such a success company like Amertek, refusing to let people say no to a proposition of his. Since it seems inevitable that one way or another he’s going to get me a drink I may as well get one that I like.
“If it’s not too much trouble could I get tea instead Mr. Irons?”
“Yeah it’s no trouble at all Mr Kent.”
He turns to look at the mirror and the men stood behind it.
“Can we get a coffee and a tea please gentlemen.”
He doesn’t see their response, nor do they give one as they walk away to fetch the drinks but Mr. Irons turns back to look at me as he pushes his glasses back on to his nose.
“Right then. Let’s get on with the results.”
Superman: Man of Tomorrow #22
After the test of strength, Mr. Irons led me in to other rooms of the facility where a variety of tests for my other abilities were used. In one room there was a treadmill that could go to 100 miles per hour, but I quickly broke that when I got up to speed in a matter of seconds. In another there were selections of machines that they said fired radiation at different frequencies. Most of them had no impact when they fired at me, but there were two that had strange impacts on me.
One of the machines fired what was apparently ‘radiation similar to what the sun gives off’ and it seemed to super charge my powers further than I had previously experienced. I ended up seeing the radiation that was emitting from everyone’s bodies and I could hear the sounds of the atoms colliding everywhere. My heat vision also released itself from my eyes uncontrollably for the first time in 15 years. It must have looked similar to how Mon lost control of it at the airport from those that were observing me, and I certainly felt as helpless as Mon said he did when the powers overcame him. Fortunately the effects were only temporary passing after about 10 minutes, though I ended up having to keep my eyes covered in my hands until I managed to regain control.
The second machine had a completely different effect. Whilst the first one seemed to supercharge my powers, this second made me feel weak and I ended up collapsing to the floor feeling exhausted more than when I hadn’t managed to get a good nights sleep during my first few days in Metropolis. When I fell to the floor I tried to use my vision to check what had happened to my cells, but I couldn’t. I tried to see if I could hear anything happening to my cells with my hearing. But I couldn’t hear a thing, just the observers asking me if I was all right. I assured them that I was fine and tried to lift myself off the floor by elevating as I’ve started to be able to do. But I couldn’t.
In the end the observers had to help me up on to my feet as I felt so weak that I wasn’t sure if I could do it myself, and they gave me a quick blast of the radiation that appeared to super charge me and I quickly felt like my old self again. Is that what it feels like to be human? It feels…. weird. How ironic. I spent most of my life wanting to be human, and I finally get a taste of it, and couldn’t stand it. How could they go on living with that everyday? But then again I suppose they asked the same of me with my powers.
Moving swiftly along they next tested my flight speed where I was pitted against a variety of aircraft, ranging from an old British spitfire from World War 2 for some odd reason to a state of the art fighter jet plane that they claimed could break the sound barrier. The idea was that they would compared my flight speed by allowing all the aircraft and myself to get to terminal velocity before racing a straight one mile distance. Originally I was going to best all of them, but I didn’t want to give away my full capabilities, so I ended up letting the fighter jet win the race.
The tests complete, Mr. Irons led me back to the room where he had explained all about the HDC and their purpose and why I was here. Before I could enter the room though, for some odd reason, the agent who had met me back at the farm refused to let me through the door in to the room until he had put the handcuffs on me. I’m not sure what good he thought they would do after I had already shown that I could lift a tank with ease, and could surely break these handcuffs with no trouble, but I still let him put them on me. Mr. Irons fought my corner though saying that if I was going to be a threat I surely would of made a move by now, but he claimed that protocol had to be obeyed so I let him put them back on.
Back in the room I took my original seat as Mr. Irons followed in behind me after another agent had passed him a clipboard containing the results of my test from what I could see.
“Sorry about that son, these guys can be real assholes at times.”
“They’re just doing their job Mr. Irons. I can’t say I wouldn’t do the same especially after seeing what I can do.”
“Yeah well those handcuffs are pretty useless on you with that super strength you’ve got. You could snap those things just by moving my hands apart couldn’t you?”
“Well if it makes them feel comfortable I’ll do my best not to.”
Mr. Irons gives a little chuckle, which is always welcome to know that the person who has been assigned to study you has a sense of humor. After his little chuckle he pulls a pair of glasses from his jacket pocket and puts them on his, must be so he can read the results on the clipboard. Before he does so though he looks straight at me.
“Where are our manners, we’ve brought you in here and done all these crazy tests on you and haven’t even had the decency to offer you any food or drink. Is there anything we can get you?”
“It’s alright Mr. Irons. I can go for longer periods of time without food and drink than humans can.”
“Yeah but surely I can get you something after all the flying and running you’ve done? Not to mention the heavy lifting.”
“I’m fine Mr. Irons thank you.”
He breathes a rather annoyed sigh; he clearly wants to give me something but why? Is this going to be another one of the tests? Does he eat food just as well as us? Not sure why they would be so keen to study that mind.
“Well I’m going to get us a nice pot of coffee even if you don’t want it, as I’m not just going to make you sit hear and answer questions without a drink at least.”
It seems he’s not going to take no for an answer. That’s possibly why he heads up such a success company like Amertek, refusing to let people say no to a proposition of his. Since it seems inevitable that one way or another he’s going to get me a drink I may as well get one that I like.
“If it’s not too much trouble could I get tea instead Mr. Irons?”
“Yeah it’s no trouble at all Mr Kent.”
He turns to look at the mirror and the men stood behind it.
“Can we get a coffee and a tea please gentlemen.”
He doesn’t see their response, nor do they give one as they walk away to fetch the drinks but Mr. Irons turns back to look at me as he pushes his glasses back on to his nose.
“Right then. Let’s get on with the results.”