Superman: Man of Tomorrow

11:09 AM

11:09 AM

After Clark opened his eyes, he saw something that confounded him to no degree.

He saw a golden Chocobo standing in front of him, staring at him curiously, chirping. Then, inexplicably, a lean, young man with blood spiky hair sneaked up on the Chocobo, jumping up on its back, strapping a harness around its neck.

The Chocobo squawked and struggled, but eventually gave way, heeding the commands of the spiky haired man as he guided it towards greener pastures. A triumphant, 8 bit tune blared throughout the area, as though it was streaming through invisible speakers.

"Hello There!" a pleasant voice greeted him and the others, and then it waited, breathing calmly.

Superboy rolled his eyes. "General Kenobi?"

A badly CGIed cyborg with six arms burst through the sky, landing in front of them with a lightsaber drawn with each hand.

"I forgot that memes are still a thing in your time," Kal pointed out, chuckling.

The cyborg morphed, turning into an ordinary looking man dressed in extraordinary clothes: he was adorned in purple robes and a black jacket, which was a very odd combination too.

"I know that was random, but I basically came up with that entrance on the spot. I just hope that everyone gets that reference."

"I didn't," Kara raised her hand, dumbfounded.

"That's because you outgrew video games on Argo City, silly. As for introductions, I am Cxyftlzk. A fifth dimensional being who also moonlights as a Monitor. Because there aren't many of them around nowadays.

We really need fix that sooner or later. That way I can go back to doing, like, a real job or something."

Clark looked towards Kal. "Is this who you were looking for?"

"Yes. Not exactly him, but close enough."

"No one really expects me, but hey, here I am. I was almost tempted to use a Spanish Inquisition joke but I doubt the person reading this knows what Monty Python is.

If you do, sorry, my bad."

"The reader?" Conner asked.

Kara groaned audibly, facepalming. "This is one of those metanarrative things."

"I won't keep you guys long. Meta narratives are cool, but they aren't so cool that I can carry a whole chapter like this. Follow me."

Cxyftlzk walked ahead as a path assembling in front of him, leading upwards. As he walked through a door- that also appeared just at that moment- a chorus of Stairway to Heaven played for the briefest moments.

"Isn't it nice, these random references? Whoever says that fanfiction doesn't have its perks?"

Kara patted Conner on the shoulder. "It gets easier if you kinda ignore him most of the time. I remember the time Mxyptlyk lectured me about third wave feminism, and then he started going on about why the fourth wave was even worse."

"That is quite strange,"Cxyftlzk said, tutting. "Poor old Mxy must have quite the pat with his wife. Now that's a dragon lady, I tell you."

Cxyftlzk held the door open, ushering the others inside. It looked like the inside of what you would expect a millennial startup to look like.

"Yes, yes. Bean bags, bean bags everywhere. Thankfully we had the good sense to get a table and a laptop too. Otherwise we would never get any work done."