Darth Michael: Yea!
Someone else really liked this non-LnC part!
KIRK: Are you certain this is the emergency stairwell, Mr. St. John? The sign says ‘Trash Compactor’.
NIGEL: That's just misdirection, Mr. Devlin, so that nobody will try to escape... er... break in. It also has a heater to keep the tunnel warm. Don't mind the recyclables in there. Watch your step. Don't mind me, I'm just going to shut this door, so nobody from outside will find you... us.
If he asked to be let out, Mr. Luthor would have to let him go.
ER: Isn’t he adorable? Almost as naive as Lois.
KIRK: Why, Mr. Luthor, what big bank accounts you have.
A Trekkie! Actually, a hard-core nerd Trekkie!
Maybe not a "hard-core nerd Trekkie" being that he got the Star Date wrong.
So, the escorts get two bedrooms? Or is it that they’re allowed to work in other guys rooms, just not their own?
Perhaps the escorts share a room.
LEX: Escorts? No. No. No. Women are only allowed to service me. Nigel, I'm sure I had that in the fine print of their contracts, didn't I?
Ah, now the circle is complete. Chen, the farmer, grows the pot. Greg Stone cooks the LSD and meth. Brandon, the supply guy, supplies the stuff needed to make the LSD and meth and then sells it to the other inhabitants. And Hector does the quality assurance on the farmer’s products. Why do they need a physicist again?
To punch holes in your theory? A red herring? New love interest for Brenda Muldoon?
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Can you imagine if they had put Sheldon Cooper in here, too? Mass suicides. Or a public lynching.
NIGEL: Sir, I have selected the first candidate for the vitamin regime.
LEX: Why? Is his family topside looking for him?
NIGEL: No, they're celebrating the fact that he's disappeared. It isn't that, sir, but he considers himself to have a higher intellect than you.
LEX: We can't have that. Start him up!
SHELDON: I don't need vitamins. The diet here is full of nutrients and fiber. But Mr. Luthor and Mr. St. John have been looking sickly lately, I'll slip these into their milk glasses at the next meeting of the L.U.C. and see if that doesn't perk them right up. They probably haven't been eating enough fiber.
Ah, okay, he’s building the cooking equipment for the drug lab. Duh!
Give him time.
KIRK:
I’m guessing he got chosen because he was a loner, and so mediocre that nobody would miss him and file a missing person’s report.
Yes, on the loner. He's smart but not top echelon smart, plus he's not one to put himself forward or get lucky breaks.
ARI: So, how long have you had this claustrophobia?
KIRK: It developed about the time I moved underground. Duh!
The inhabitants are simply called Luckies.
That's the general idea.
Where are the lawyers, the bankers, and the stock traders?
LEX: You don’t need those when you have an Emperor.
HERB WELLS: Those people only ruin society. Yes, that was one of the terrific things about the Utopia that Superman's descendants will lead... inspire. It's a traditional barter society with no laws or money. The supers are the only police force the world needs.
LEX: /confused/ Why would I try to safe something that uncivilized?
To keep your 20-somethings from going insane?
Nono, there *is* perfect equality within each class.
LEX:
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With me as Emperor.
Well, he’s not a geologist. Plus, what if The Rock hit in China instead of on the East Coast?
My guess, and I'm not astronomer or physicist, but if they knew how far out Nightfall Minor was and it's speed and trajectory, wouldn't it be simple math to figure out how long and where it would strike?
LOIS:
Maybe he should not mention that to The Emperor. Or write it down in his diary, aka The Written Confession.
KIRK: But this is *private.*
Dr. M: There is no privacy in the L.U.C.
LEX: Yes, I get to watch whatever's happening in the sex room.
DR. M: So, do I.
LEX: /turns on video feed and grabs bowl of popcorn/ Wait. That room looks familiar.
They're using Lois's apartment! No, no, no! This is unacceptable. I built that for her prison... quarters.
Unless the captain, pilot, or driver would have been less reckless if he hadn’t known about the Superman copout? Or maybe the people in danger would have tried to leave the burning building on their own instead of waiting for Superman because they figured, why walk twenty feet trough almost non-existent smoke and out a door when there’s Superman to carry us?
I'm thinking maybe there's a burning building and Superman flies off with the entire roof of survivors who couldn't get down the emergency stairs due to fires below them?
CLARK: That's possible.
AT: [Sex Party at Lex's bunker!]
LINDA: [I'm so there.]
LUCY: [I'm already there.]
LOIS: [I left topside for this?]
CAT: What do you mean there aren't even 100 men down here? I can't live on a hundred men for 3 years. 100 men won't even last me six months. And that's if I do them each at least twice. How boring!
LINDA: Well, as long as I get perks for putting out...
LUCY: Are any of the guys cute? Or they just old like Luthor and St. John?
LOIS: OCTOPUS!!!!!
No. Just unlucky in love and a bit shy.
/points at his wearing a red shirt/
KIRK: But this is the color my class was issued! It's not my fault! I didn't sign up to be a red-shirt! Get me out of here!
So, six, actually? Since you have to count Team Lex and The Emperor as two classes.
LEX: I'm in a class of my own.
/points at the non-mentioned escorts/ Are they split into ‘skilled laborers’ for the higher classes and ‘menial workers’ for the rest of them?
Possibly.
CANON-LOIS: [doesn't understand why Kirk wouldn't want to survive at any cost]
ALT-LOIS: Apparently, a lot.
LOIS: I have no idea what she’s talking about. [whistles innocently]
Because canon Lois would choose Lex over Clark?
Well, structure can refer to both the physical as well as the social structure.
NIGEL: Yes, we did word that vaguely, didn't we?
Ticked off about Lex-C getting himself a tiny-wee-bit of an Ouchy?
LEX-C: No, it wasn't 'tiny-wee-bit of an ouchy'! It was a big whole huge bit of an ouchy, thank you very much! And it still hurts. I want my mommy!
ASABI: :rolleyes: You have no mother.
LEX-C: Then can you take me back to Lois?
ASABI: Trust me on this, Lex-C. You'd be better off dealing with Mr. St. John than having Ms. Lane mother you.
Well, outside. Wait, are they leaving him alone in an apartment with a known exit shaft? Is he going to pull a Lois?
He's not alone. Nigel's still there, guarding... er... keeping him company.
The people outside. The concubines only have pagers.
Maybe if I ever turn this trapped in the L.U.C. story into a stand-alone, I'll make it accurate. It was done this way to make the non-Hard-Core Trekkie Readers understand the passage of time.
It was okay for me and lots of fun.
I'm glad you enjoyed, but it was a little dry on LnC for others.
Such as Cat, Lex, Dr. Muldoon, Carlos, Bill Henderson, and the Jimmies…
Oh, good, so you aren't expecting Lois or Clark in the next part.
