Hi Annie!
I’d touch someone and I could tell what they were thinking
Went to highschool with a lot of teenage boys, huh?
(or for politics, but she wanted me to do something honest with my life).
Like ‘used car saleswoman’ or ‘psychic’?
MADAME BLAVATSKY: One has to draw the line *somewhere*. At least, I didn’t go into the news business.
Great-Grandma said that trait was passed down from Great-Grandpa, who came from a country where everyone could read everyone else’s minds.
Star came from the stars? And the Kryptonian gene is recessive?
(Of course, Great-Grandma also claimed he could fly.
I was *right*?
I could read a few strangers’ minds, too, though they may also have been relatives — Great-Grandpa never met a skirt he wouldn’t chase.
So, Kryptonian lord, then, huh?
like the time someone asked me if they should get new brakes or not. Well, I told them they should, but they didn’t listen. The end result of that was disastrous, which pretty much anyone (except my client, apparently) could have predicted.
I wonder if they could sue Star for fraud and malpractice. After all, she gave them a psychic advice and anyone sane knows that those aren’t worth much. Thus, the tip to get new brakes can easily be construed as just another false prophecy and they were correct in not following through with a visit to the mechanic. Same reasoning as behind the poodle-warning on microwave ovens.
I didn’t try to talk to him, though. I suppose I could have gotten his attention the way that Daily Planet reporter, Lois Lane, did, by yelling, “Help, Superman!” but what pretext would I use? My life was pretty quiet.
She could send a pair of used knickers to the Superman Foundation, like 50% of the female population of Metropolis does. And probably 10% of the male population, too.
Everyone was looking for Superman — EPRAD, the police, the media — and all without success. Finally, a couple of reporters from the Daily Planet got so desperate they came to me.
Oh? Oh… Oh. /checks All Shook Up/ Oh. Not Star. Huh.
One of my cousins had claimed to be able to see through walls, and even though everyone thought he was making it up, right then I wished he were here.
Yeah, right. Seeing through walls… Next he claims, he can see through clothes, too.
Just as I arrived, I heard a scream and saw him falling from the building into the alleyway, apparently pushed off the ledge by an older woman looking down at him in dismay.
*Sigh* Motherly love. There’s no substitute.
He came to visit me once, after he’d been informed that he couldn’t have children with a human woman. I knew for sure by then that my great-grandfather had been Kryptonian, so I also knew that it was possible for Kryptonians to have children with humans.
But only if they love the woman very very much.
CLARK:
LINDA: Claaa-aark, you’re going to be a Daddy!
LOIS:
CLARK:
That was an unexpected twist. Very well done!
Michael