How To Make A Superhero

Resurrection

The only thing I could perceive was the black endless void around me. I floated there for a few seconds when I heard a voice call out. I expected to hear the robot's voice, but it was a woman's. "Hello... your name is... Blake Sanders. Date of birth unknown. Location of birth unknown."

"Um. Who are you?" I asked.

"Are you an orphan?" The voice asked

The fact that the voice knew my name unnerved me. Was it reading my mind? I was an orphan and I have no idea when or where I was born. I was raised in a foster home most of my life. "Yeah I am," I said.

"I am also an orphan," the voice said a little coldly. "I knew my parents of course, but they were taken from me in the war."

"Oh," was all I said.

"A project was created after the carnage had settled. We had lost so many of us. A plan was enacted. To preserve our kind and make sure that we were not wiped off the face of the cosmos. I am truly sorry Blake Sanders." She spoke almost monotone.

"Sorry for what?" I asked.

"You are currently inside a Gene-Recoding Chamber. My programing allows me to be aware of what's happening but not allow me to interfere with the process. The human body is closely related to the one of a kryptonian in terms of physical structure." Kryptonian? Like Superman? I recalled hearing that was what he was called on the news during an interview with him. "Yes, like your earth's Superman, another kryptonian part of a separate house, The house of El."

"So, you're reading my mind," I said strangely calm.

"Yes, I have access to all of your memories and base functions. This is necessary for the procedure to finish. The chamber is currently reconstructing your genetic code down to the very atom. Changing your human genes into that of a kryptonian's."

Calm. That's the only feeling I could muster. Calmness. I knew I should have felt anger and outrage, but I couldn't muster the proper emotions one would feel in this situation.

The voice answered my question before I could ask it, "I am suppressing your negative emotions, if you were to resist it would cause complications."

"Why me?" I asked.

"You were non-hostile. It was by luck that we found you."

"So, you need me to keep your race alive, but I'm not about to go making babies for you guys," I said annoyed.

The voice actually laughed, "No, no. We need you to house the genetic code. Nothing more than that. The drone you met, Bellad, will accompany you until a more suitable location is found or until the council makes contact again. Bellad is not capable of defending the ship any longer. We need you Blake to carry out our mission. More will become clear I promise but the process is near completion. For now, I wish you good luck on your journey."

I wanted to ask more. As the voice faded my initial emotions of fear, anger, and confusion resurfaced. Oh shit, was this really happening? I thought as I started to regain feeling in my limbs. There was another odd feeling, or the absence of a feeling. I couldn't feel my jeans or even my shoes. I rolled my shoulders and sure enough I wasn't wearing my sweater I'd put on in the morning. Oh god please tell me I'm not naked right now. The liquid surrounding me began to drain and the chamber around me opened up. The robot, now named Bellad, spoke, "Ready yourself Blake Sanders. The humans outside have been firing at the pod for the past thirty minutes.

"I was in there for half an hour!?" I said shocked.

"No. It has been seven days, fourteen hours, and twenty-two minutes," Bellad said.