Post by superpan on Sept 11, 2010 22:45:31 GMT -6
500 years into the future....
BZZZT BZZZT BZZZT
Clark Kent awoke as his bed-alarm went off. He opened his eyes and saw the blurriness of grey, that was his bedroom ceiling, with the only light coming from the cracks in his half-closed window.
Well, I guess Summer break is over he thought to himself as he just laid there on his bed, staring at his ceiling. Back to having to having to endure the awkward stares, the teasing, and the loneliness of high school. At least, he'd get to see Lois again, and besides, tomorrow was his fifteenth birthday.
He got out of bed and attached his Mason Helmet to his head. As he affixed it over his eyes, the suit covered him in it's digital sheen. He soon could see his room clearly again, in it's usual blue tint.
This was normal morning routine to people afflicted with Mason's Syndrome. Named after Rex Mason, it meant that a person's gentic structure was essentially unstable and could fall apart at any moment. From birth, those afflicted had to wear the Mason germ-suit. Of course, this wasn't exactly the truth when it came to Clark, but I feel I can explain that better in a different scene and that Clark needs to go to school, so I'm going to let him out the door.
Clark went out the door and headed down the stairs. As he walked towards the kitchen, he saw his mother Joanne putting his breakfast on the table.
"Morning Clark" she said to him as he mentally retracted enough of his germ-suit to allow his mouth to feed on his pancake puffs.
"Morning, Mom-Y."
"Do you know where your compu-nodes are?" she asked him lovingly.
"Yes, I've got them down by the door." he answered back to her as he quickly finished rammed the puffs in his mouth. His mother sighed.
"You know you shouldn't eat so much. Your body doesn't run on super-speed, you.."
"DAMM IT, TROUPE, THOSE CORN SHIPMENTS WERE DUE LAST WEEK!"
Clark and Joanne knew that this meant Martha was in her usual mood as she woke up. Clark loved his Mom-E, but even he admitted she could be...difficult, to say the least.
"I'll be there in 21 minutes. Just hold your horses and I'll go in and fix your stickfiking mistakes." she growled over her voice-dot to the unlucky soul on the other side, as she walked over to Clark.
"Hold on for a moment" she said, as she stopped talking over her voice-dot and looked at Clark.
"Ready for school?" she asked, as she leaned in and looked him over carefully, "You know that if anyone gives you any grief, you can just go to Joanne's office and she'll help."
"Yes, mom-e, I know." he sighed. He had gotten used to his mother's mood swings by now.
"Okay then. Have a great day at school, Clark!" She soon dismissively followed up with a "Bye, Joanna." as she hurried out the door. It was at least better than when they yelled at each other when he was five. Clark could never understand why his parents always felt like they were in a contest with each other.
Soon after, he and his mother got into their car and sped down the Metropolis super-highway. Clark was amazed as they drove through the suburbs and headed into Metropolis. The city was not only a technological paradise, but seemed to be rapidly expanding. He still could recognize the place where the Daily Planet was and it's next door neighbor, the Brain I.A. Corps. It was only a few more blocks till he reached Nathaniel Grant High.
When they finally pulled up, his mother briefly turned back to him.
"Alright, let's get going. This is your first day in high school, after all. You ready?"
"Yes, mom-i." He wearily reminded her.
"Let me get a good look at you." she said, as she gently grabbed his cheeks and looked at him. True, they weren't really his features, but they were human features, which were more than some of the other, more severe, kids got with their suits. Not that his mom cared about that. She always looked at him with such longing, as if he was the son she never had. Which was strange because he was her son.
"You're growing up so fast." she sighed as she lowered her hands and they left the car. While his mom went towards the main office, he went towards the school. He tried to ignore the awkward stares that the upper-classmen were giving him. While his suit did look life-like, it still had an unmistakable digital sheen and made him look years younger. This led to the usual ostracism from most of his peers, except one. As if on cue, he heard a loud yell.
"CLAARRRKK!!"
He turned around and saw, walking at her usual determined pace, Ms. Lois Lane. She had been best friends with him since he transferred to her second grade class. Where all the other kids were weirded out by his Mason Germ suit, Lois immediately went up to him and struck up a conversation with him. They'd been best friends ever since.
"What did you do over summer break, Clark?" she said, as she walked over and looked at him right in the eye-perceptors of his helm.
"Oh nothing much. Read E-comics, Thinking, and Summer Science logs. You?"
"Oh the usual. Thinking, reading, being annoyed by Lucy, and arguing with my dad about how a 14-year-old girl should be able to investigate Compu-Tech siphoning off investor's funds for the school newspaper is a perfectly safe and legitimate way to spend a Thursday night."
"Weren't you supposed to be reporting on the school bake sale?"
"Semantics. Besides, I only avoided one guard dog this time. And since that's all I am legally allowed to say about it....how come you didn't come to the swimming hole?"
"Oh.." replied Clark, feeling slightly embarrassed, "You know my parents. They never allow me to take my germ-suit off at all..."
It was then he saw a flash of red hair so orange it should be called orange hair instead of "red".
"Clark? Clark? Hello? Earth to the alien! What are you staring at..." Lois stopped as she looked around and saw her.
"Lana Lang? Please don't tell me you're still in love with that selfish bitch!"she said, with some disdain and her lips pursed.
Clark looked down sheepishly. Lois just didn't understand. he'd been in love with Lana since the fourth grade. It wasn't just the way she smiled, the way she touched her hair when she was thinking, the way her lips moved to the side while she was writing, or the fact that she had an amazing body (though it didn't hurt). She was smart (she got all honors courses, even if she didn't put much effort into them), helpful (she went to the food drives and the soup kitchens, even if she talked to her friends for most of it) and unique (she always wore colors of Wisconsin sports teams on her germ-suits). Sure, she was a self-absorbed, make-up obsessed girl who only dated linebackers, but just wait till he went out with her and opened her eyes to the true meaning of life. That is, if he worked up the courage to talk to her.
As you might guess, it took less time for him to think that then for you to read it, so we return to him looking sheepishly at his feet. Lois rolled her eyes.
"Well, lucky for you, your relationship with her will go up another level this term. Her dad is our American History 2 teacher."
"Professor Lang? What happened to Mrs. Corben?" Clark queried.
"Oh, her husband got involved in a car accident. Apparently destroyed his heart or something like that." said Lois, in her usual dispassionate voice towards tragedy.
Clark was then roughly pushed to the ground.
"WATCH IT, CYBORG!" yelled Ms. Mercy Graves as she stomped towards the school. Her best friend, Lex, looked briefly at Clark with a look of regret on his face, but quickly followed. Clark was about to think of brief descriptions of their phyiscal appearances, their personalities, and their histories with him. That was when he noticed that his hands were touching the ground. His real hands.
Luckily, Lois was already helping him up and readjusting his helmet.
"You okay? Does your molecular structure feel any different?" she said, with worry and quickness.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks." he said, touching his hands together.
"You know you shouldn't space out so much. Honestly, it's like you SHOULD be from another planet. Well, come on, let's get to Mr. Lang's class."
So began Clark's first day of school. The further tales of this day shall be told at a later time for I am tired and must do what all great writers must do: Drink, complain to themselves about women, self-loathing, drink, sleep, drink, sleep, women, self-loathing, self-loathing, women, fire my shotgun, write poetry about dead pharaohs, women, drink, sleep, drink-sleep-loathe....
BZZZT BZZZT BZZZT
Clark Kent awoke as his bed-alarm went off. He opened his eyes and saw the blurriness of grey, that was his bedroom ceiling, with the only light coming from the cracks in his half-closed window.
Well, I guess Summer break is over he thought to himself as he just laid there on his bed, staring at his ceiling. Back to having to having to endure the awkward stares, the teasing, and the loneliness of high school. At least, he'd get to see Lois again, and besides, tomorrow was his fifteenth birthday.
He got out of bed and attached his Mason Helmet to his head. As he affixed it over his eyes, the suit covered him in it's digital sheen. He soon could see his room clearly again, in it's usual blue tint.
This was normal morning routine to people afflicted with Mason's Syndrome. Named after Rex Mason, it meant that a person's gentic structure was essentially unstable and could fall apart at any moment. From birth, those afflicted had to wear the Mason germ-suit. Of course, this wasn't exactly the truth when it came to Clark, but I feel I can explain that better in a different scene and that Clark needs to go to school, so I'm going to let him out the door.
Clark went out the door and headed down the stairs. As he walked towards the kitchen, he saw his mother Joanne putting his breakfast on the table.
"Morning Clark" she said to him as he mentally retracted enough of his germ-suit to allow his mouth to feed on his pancake puffs.
"Morning, Mom-Y."
"Do you know where your compu-nodes are?" she asked him lovingly.
"Yes, I've got them down by the door." he answered back to her as he quickly finished rammed the puffs in his mouth. His mother sighed.
"You know you shouldn't eat so much. Your body doesn't run on super-speed, you.."
"DAMM IT, TROUPE, THOSE CORN SHIPMENTS WERE DUE LAST WEEK!"
Clark and Joanne knew that this meant Martha was in her usual mood as she woke up. Clark loved his Mom-E, but even he admitted she could be...difficult, to say the least.
"I'll be there in 21 minutes. Just hold your horses and I'll go in and fix your stickfiking mistakes." she growled over her voice-dot to the unlucky soul on the other side, as she walked over to Clark.
"Hold on for a moment" she said, as she stopped talking over her voice-dot and looked at Clark.
"Ready for school?" she asked, as she leaned in and looked him over carefully, "You know that if anyone gives you any grief, you can just go to Joanne's office and she'll help."
"Yes, mom-e, I know." he sighed. He had gotten used to his mother's mood swings by now.
"Okay then. Have a great day at school, Clark!" She soon dismissively followed up with a "Bye, Joanna." as she hurried out the door. It was at least better than when they yelled at each other when he was five. Clark could never understand why his parents always felt like they were in a contest with each other.
Soon after, he and his mother got into their car and sped down the Metropolis super-highway. Clark was amazed as they drove through the suburbs and headed into Metropolis. The city was not only a technological paradise, but seemed to be rapidly expanding. He still could recognize the place where the Daily Planet was and it's next door neighbor, the Brain I.A. Corps. It was only a few more blocks till he reached Nathaniel Grant High.
When they finally pulled up, his mother briefly turned back to him.
"Alright, let's get going. This is your first day in high school, after all. You ready?"
"Yes, mom-i." He wearily reminded her.
"Let me get a good look at you." she said, as she gently grabbed his cheeks and looked at him. True, they weren't really his features, but they were human features, which were more than some of the other, more severe, kids got with their suits. Not that his mom cared about that. She always looked at him with such longing, as if he was the son she never had. Which was strange because he was her son.
"You're growing up so fast." she sighed as she lowered her hands and they left the car. While his mom went towards the main office, he went towards the school. He tried to ignore the awkward stares that the upper-classmen were giving him. While his suit did look life-like, it still had an unmistakable digital sheen and made him look years younger. This led to the usual ostracism from most of his peers, except one. As if on cue, he heard a loud yell.
"CLAARRRKK!!"
He turned around and saw, walking at her usual determined pace, Ms. Lois Lane. She had been best friends with him since he transferred to her second grade class. Where all the other kids were weirded out by his Mason Germ suit, Lois immediately went up to him and struck up a conversation with him. They'd been best friends ever since.
"What did you do over summer break, Clark?" she said, as she walked over and looked at him right in the eye-perceptors of his helm.
"Oh nothing much. Read E-comics, Thinking, and Summer Science logs. You?"
"Oh the usual. Thinking, reading, being annoyed by Lucy, and arguing with my dad about how a 14-year-old girl should be able to investigate Compu-Tech siphoning off investor's funds for the school newspaper is a perfectly safe and legitimate way to spend a Thursday night."
"Weren't you supposed to be reporting on the school bake sale?"
"Semantics. Besides, I only avoided one guard dog this time. And since that's all I am legally allowed to say about it....how come you didn't come to the swimming hole?"
"Oh.." replied Clark, feeling slightly embarrassed, "You know my parents. They never allow me to take my germ-suit off at all..."
It was then he saw a flash of red hair so orange it should be called orange hair instead of "red".
"Clark? Clark? Hello? Earth to the alien! What are you staring at..." Lois stopped as she looked around and saw her.
"Lana Lang? Please don't tell me you're still in love with that selfish bitch!"she said, with some disdain and her lips pursed.
Clark looked down sheepishly. Lois just didn't understand. he'd been in love with Lana since the fourth grade. It wasn't just the way she smiled, the way she touched her hair when she was thinking, the way her lips moved to the side while she was writing, or the fact that she had an amazing body (though it didn't hurt). She was smart (she got all honors courses, even if she didn't put much effort into them), helpful (she went to the food drives and the soup kitchens, even if she talked to her friends for most of it) and unique (she always wore colors of Wisconsin sports teams on her germ-suits). Sure, she was a self-absorbed, make-up obsessed girl who only dated linebackers, but just wait till he went out with her and opened her eyes to the true meaning of life. That is, if he worked up the courage to talk to her.
As you might guess, it took less time for him to think that then for you to read it, so we return to him looking sheepishly at his feet. Lois rolled her eyes.
"Well, lucky for you, your relationship with her will go up another level this term. Her dad is our American History 2 teacher."
"Professor Lang? What happened to Mrs. Corben?" Clark queried.
"Oh, her husband got involved in a car accident. Apparently destroyed his heart or something like that." said Lois, in her usual dispassionate voice towards tragedy.
Clark was then roughly pushed to the ground.
"WATCH IT, CYBORG!" yelled Ms. Mercy Graves as she stomped towards the school. Her best friend, Lex, looked briefly at Clark with a look of regret on his face, but quickly followed. Clark was about to think of brief descriptions of their phyiscal appearances, their personalities, and their histories with him. That was when he noticed that his hands were touching the ground. His real hands.
Luckily, Lois was already helping him up and readjusting his helmet.
"You okay? Does your molecular structure feel any different?" she said, with worry and quickness.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks." he said, touching his hands together.
"You know you shouldn't space out so much. Honestly, it's like you SHOULD be from another planet. Well, come on, let's get to Mr. Lang's class."
So began Clark's first day of school. The further tales of this day shall be told at a later time for I am tired and must do what all great writers must do: Drink, complain to themselves about women, self-loathing, drink, sleep, drink, sleep, women, self-loathing, self-loathing, women, fire my shotgun, write poetry about dead pharaohs, women, drink, sleep, drink-sleep-loathe....