Lois continued looking around as they walked. “So, it's a hospital for Kryptonians?” she asked as they passed a door marked 'Solar Therapy'.
She’s kind of smart, isn’t she?
LOIS:
‘kind of’?
“Sort of,” said Jordan. “Kind of. Not exclusively. It's mostly equipped for people like us, but the doors are open to anyone with special needs.
Like mermaids?
“Justice League?” Lois asked, perking up. “What's the Justice League?”
A group of people dedicated to the justice system.
LOIS: So…they’re like lawyers?
they do a lot of research and experimentation.”
Lois stopped in her tracks and gaped at him.
Izzy graduated from frogs to sentient beings?
Lois frowned. “How do you make sure they don't? I mean, if you give scientists access to a Kryptonian and a scalpel, what's to keep things from getting ugly?” She shuddered.
No Kryptonite in the examination room?
“Numbers,” Jordan said, grinning at her. “There's a lot of us, Grams, and we vote.”
On whether to fry the malcontent or to pluck him apart?
By then, it was too late: by the time she got him into the car, he was dead.”
:mycry:
Lois was considering having a word about this with Mr. Wells—whenever she finally found him—when a shrill noise from the corner cut into her thoughts.
Uh-oh. She’s going to try and change the past. Well…future. Either way, this could have some unfortunate consequences. /points at final episode of Star Trek TNG/
Lois rolled her eyes. Did he actually expect her to just stay put when she was in the middle of a futuristic super-hospital? Clearly, some important facts about Lois Lane had been lost to time.
she left the office and started off down the hall.
To Be Continued
And that’s, boys and girls, is how bad things get started.
Michael
