Surely it was just a bit of Kryptonite we'd run across.
Super-descendants I see.
People who had once had more ability found themselves capable of less, on more of an equal footing with those who have what one might consider to be shallower powers.
I'm channeling The Incredibles here: "And when everyone is super...no one will be."
Clark Kent voice: "Oh boy."
Why we can't fly anymore, jump as high, lift as much.
That is why, dear little one, I have sent you away.
Oh dear. Earth is going the way of Krypton.
That is why, dear little one, I have sent you away.
Oh. Oh, this is the hardest part. There's this intense pain in my chest that won't go away, my heart beating faster than a speeding bullet. And oh! I hate that I have to do this, have to let go now. I can't let you go. I can't ever let you go. I won't.
I'm crying, because I can't find it in my heart to take your strong little grip off my finger.
Seriously, you made me cry. Can I blame pregnancy hormones?
Wow, I thought this was going to be some kind of time-loop thing about Clark. But geez, what a fantastic story - painful (in a good way) and a great reminder to care for our world.
