The ship hurdled through space at warp speed, weaving past planets and asteroids en route to it's final destination. The craft itself was black, with a metallic sheen, and had glowing violet lights. The lights on the front of the ship were arranged in a pattern of three dots, in the shape of a triangle, with the dots connected by a pair of lines, looking almost like the letter V. The ship's destination came into view, a brilliant blue planet with fragments of land and clouds visible from space. After soaring past the planet's solitary moon, the craft entered the atmosphere.
Meanwhile, on the surface of that very same blue world...
"I'm sorry Lois, but we can't publish this.”
"Tell me Perry, when exactly did you lose your balls?"
"About 20 years ago when I married my first wife,” the hefty editor replied, “Listen, you need to be careful of what you say about Lex Luthor in this town, you know that as much as I do. If Metropolis is the City of Tomorrow, then Luthor is the Man of Tomorrow. Plus, his company is a partial owner of the Daily Planet."
"His company is also a weapons manufacturer for the United States military, and the public has a right to know that his lobbyists are pressuring this country's government to go to war! Stories like this are the whole point of a free press!"
"Look, I don't know who told you the press was free, but they obviously never worked in the news business. You're not as naive as Kent Lois, you know how the game works. Speaking of Kent..."
"All I know is that people deserve the truth--"
"KENT! KENT GET IN HERE!"
The timid and mild-mannered reporter Clark Kent stepped into the editor's office, adjusting his thick-rimmed glasses as he did so.
“You're late Kent, for the third time this week!” yelled Perry.
“I'm sorry Mr. White,”” Clark replied, exchanging a knowing look with Lois, “I got caught up with something.”
“I don't want to hear any of your excuses Kent. Be her on time from now on, or don't bother coming back at all.”
“Yes sir.”
Suddenly the office doors burst open, and the Daily Planet's young red-haired photographer, Jimmy Olsen, entered the room.
“You guys need to see this!”
Meanwhile, on the surface of that very same blue world...
"I'm sorry Lois, but we can't publish this.”
"Tell me Perry, when exactly did you lose your balls?"
"About 20 years ago when I married my first wife,” the hefty editor replied, “Listen, you need to be careful of what you say about Lex Luthor in this town, you know that as much as I do. If Metropolis is the City of Tomorrow, then Luthor is the Man of Tomorrow. Plus, his company is a partial owner of the Daily Planet."
"His company is also a weapons manufacturer for the United States military, and the public has a right to know that his lobbyists are pressuring this country's government to go to war! Stories like this are the whole point of a free press!"
"Look, I don't know who told you the press was free, but they obviously never worked in the news business. You're not as naive as Kent Lois, you know how the game works. Speaking of Kent..."
"All I know is that people deserve the truth--"
"KENT! KENT GET IN HERE!"
The timid and mild-mannered reporter Clark Kent stepped into the editor's office, adjusting his thick-rimmed glasses as he did so.
“You're late Kent, for the third time this week!” yelled Perry.
“I'm sorry Mr. White,”” Clark replied, exchanging a knowing look with Lois, “I got caught up with something.”
“I don't want to hear any of your excuses Kent. Be her on time from now on, or don't bother coming back at all.”
“Yes sir.”
Suddenly the office doors burst open, and the Daily Planet's young red-haired photographer, Jimmy Olsen, entered the room.
“You guys need to see this!”