CLARK WITH CHILDREN - An Elseworld Tale By Philip Mogul Rated: PG-13 Submitted: April 2003 ___________________ This Elseworld tale, in the Lois and Clark genre, was composed sometime in the 1999-2000 time period. It was written in conjunction with several other stories each investigating a different scenario in this genre. Each Lois and Clark narrative was an experiment in itself. I had to find a comfortable and lucid way of communicating my thoughts in the Lois and Clark format - a process still on going. Prior to my attempts at writing stories with a dialogue framework, most of my writing, prior to retiring, was is a scientific or technical mold. My story, "Clark with Children" is all inclusive and is essentially a war of good battling evil. In this fiction, I've included characters and situations one can find among many of the archived Lois and Clark stories - romance, adventure, murder, etc. This story begins with Clark as an infant and continues until he and Lois conceive and children are born to the fated couple. For those of you, in the Lois and Clark global community, who have the forbearance to indulge in more that just short stories, I do hope you enjoy this saga. I want to take this opportunity to thank my GE, Jeanne. She reached out and extended herself beyond the official duties of her niche. It was most appreciated. The dialogue between myself and my GE (a fine woman of Letters) continued after our initial contact. With her help the story was tweaked with finesse, the result of which, I'm confident, will make my science-fantasy tale more palatable to those members of our global community who may eventually read this story. When Jeanne came into my writing space, I counted myself most fortunate. It was a meeting of two minds dedicated to turning out the finest story, which my talents could produce. Jeanne, your soul is unique. Your worth is far above rubies and those who can count you as a friend are most fortunate. I would also like to thank all my previous GE's for their time and effort spent on my behalf. It's most unfortunate that my past manuscripts did not reflect the praise The GE's richly deserve. Until recently, I was unaware that further information could be sent to the archives, separately, which, of course, would had been a thank you to the GE who had worked on my story material. Let me reiterate that until recently, I was, unfortunately, not aware that when a manuscript passed beyond the author's direct control nothing could be appended to the story. Any addition, of course, would have been an expression of my heart felt gratitude to my GE of the moment. Standard Fanfic Disclaimers apply. ___________________ Prologue: A tiny interstellar ship emerged from hyperspace several billion miles beyond the orbit of Pluto and plunged at near light speed toward the third planet in the solar system - a celestial body called Earth by its inhabitants. After circling the planet for several days the spacecraft made landfall close to the Kent homestead located near a little hamlet known as Smallville, Kansas. Alerted by the noise caused by the spacecraft's landing, Martha and Jonathan Kent rushed from their house and searched for the source of the sound. Within minutes, after leaving their home, they discovered a strange looking vessel partially buried in the ground not far from their farmhouse. Hearing mewing cries within the ship, Jonathan immediately searched for a way to open the ship. When he happened to place both of his hands on the surface of the spacecraft simultaneously, a sudden humming noise occurred followed by what could best be described as an unlatching sound. Then, as they watched a portion of the topmost part of the vessel separated from the main the body of the ship. When Jonathan gently removed the loosened cover, the Kents gazed upon a baby with large chocolate brown eyes and raven black hair. When Martha saw the baby, she immediately scooped the child into her arms and pulled the baby to her breast. After a few moments she said in a breathless voice, "It's a boy." As her husband beheld the look on Martha's face, he realized that she had instantly fallen in love with the child from G-D knows where. When she handed the baby to her husband, Jonathan immediately knew that this tyke would be their boy. The child that he and his wife so desperately wanted and prayed for had finally entered their lives. Jonathan and Martha had been married for seven years. After trying to procreate for most of their married life and failing, they attempted to adopt. However, the couple was continuously rebuffed by the social agencies which controlled the adoption process because of the Kents' youthful involvement in the civil rights movement. Apparently, a rather bias and unfavorable record of the Kents' civil liberty activities, compiled by a government under siege, convinced the adoption authorities that the farmers from Smallville were unworthy parent material. It appeared that the Kents' past civil rights activism would forever serve as an impediment to the their adoptive aspirations. After the Kents prolonged efforts to become parents failed, Martha and Jonathan resigned themselves to be a family of two. Now, by some strange twist of fate a baby, they so desperately wanted and needed, had miraculously come into their lives. The Kents didn't care about his origin. They had been granted that most precious of gifts, a child to love. To them, at that moment and for the rest of their lives, only this baby would matter. While Martha and Jonathan were getting acquainted with their new family member, a whorl of light suddenly appeared alongside the spacecraft. As the Kents watched, two holographic figures materialized within the illuminated circle. The virtual images were human in appearance and were clothed in regal looking attire. As they continued to study the images, the Smallville couple realized that both figures were hovering several feet above the ground. The farm couple also noted that one of the projections simulated a good-looking man, while the second image was that of a very attractive woman. A few moments after these images appeared, the woman's image telepathically communicated with the Kents. "What you see are holograms of my husband and myself. These images are being generated by an artificial intelligence infused with a library module. All of the electronic systems the boy will need as he grows are imbedded in the molecular structure of the interstellar ship which carried him to Earth." "The child's name is Kal-El," the female hologram continued. "He is the last of his kind. He was a member of a civilization that flourished some eight billion light years from your world. The appellation of Kal-El's home world was Krypton. It was destroyed during a catastrophic event which tore his planet into fragments. The remains of his birth world were eventually pulled into the Krypton's fiery red sun where the planet's mass was further reduced to their basic atomic components." "From what we have seen, obviously you love the child," the male hologram added. "Do you wish to raise him as your son?" the female holographic display inquired. Even in their dazed state, the Kents gave the virtual images an affirmative nod. Both holograms smiled after the Kents' silent reply. "With your aid," the holographic woman's image said, "our boy should now be able to survive and thrive on this planet. With your help, he should be able to adapt to this planet's mores and live among the inhabitants of your world without difficulty. Because of your love and guidance, in time, he will become a blessing to this world." "You should be aware," the male holographic image added, "that the child is biologically compatible with the inhabitants of this Earth. If he finds a suitable life partner there is a strong likelihood that progeny would result from their union." After a brief pause, the male image quietly remarked, "If children are conceived, our people may exist again." After a few moments of silence, the male holographic manifestation asked, "Where would you like to conceal the spacecraft?" "In that building," Jonathan replied pointing to the barn. The interstellar ship then levitated and floated slowly towards the Kents' barn. Once the ship was inside the Kents' livestock edifice, a beam of immense power emanated from the space ship, which excavated a chamber below the barn's floor. The walls of the new room were like exceptionally smooth glass and issued a soft light which illuminated the chamber. When the chamber was completed, the ship from beyond the stars entered its new home and settled at the center of the excavated room. The cover for the new subterranean chamber matched the natural texture of the barn floor and could only be raised by Martha and Jonathan Kent or their new son whose name would include elements of Martha's family line and her married surname. "At the age of one year," the female holographic display told Kal-El's Earthly family, "You will bring the boy to this secret chamber. The artificial intelligence complex, 'the AI unit,' will begin his education and teach him the wisdom of Krypton and the knowledge of his new home world." "The images you now see are an extension of the AI unit which will assume the role of his tutor as Kal-El matures. Starting the boy's education as we indicated will allow him to finish his Kryptonian and Earthly education by his sixteenth year." "While Kryptonian and Earth people are genetically compatible," the female holographic image advised the Kents, the young Kal- El, now your son, possesses two modified chromosomes, the nineteenth and twenty-first to be specific. They were altered by Kryptonian bioengineering techniques eons ago." As the Kents listened, the female apparition added, "His modified genetic code is a dominant DNA trait and will appear in all his descendents." "Because of these genetic alterations," the hologram continued, "your yellow sun will also give him unique abilities. Therefore, as he matures, you must emphasize the ethics and morals which govern this world and were also the cornerstone of Krypton's culture. Until he understands the difference between good and evil, it will fall to you to protect the boy against the exploiters of your world. Individuals who would see the boy's unique abilities as a way to further their own gain. Teach him that the super powers he will develop are a unique gift and should be use to assist the inhabitants of his adopted world as they strive for a better tomorrow. As he grows, you must ensure that the child always views himself as an Earth man, both by inclination and choice." After the female display stopped speaking, the male hologram smiled and remarked, "What Earth name are you planning to give the youngster?" Jonathan and Martha whispered between themselves for a minute or so and then replied, "Clark Kent... Clark Jerome Kent." The woman hologram seemed to ponder the name for a few seconds and then declared, "I like the sound of that appellation. It has dignity and a musical lilt." Then she turned toward the baby and proclaimed, "Clark Jerome Kent, you have much to learn and a great deal to accomplish. It's time to begin your journey." * * * After sixteen years of dedicated parenting and schooling by the AI unit - now called Charlie by the Kent clan - and the Smallvile public school system, Clark Kent - now called Clarkie by his friends - entered his freshman year at Yale university. Like his biological providers, Clark had an aptitude for the natural sciences and would devote himself to the study of physics and mathematics. Because of Martha Kent's influence, Clark also included literary subjects in his academic curriculum emphasizing subjects that accentuated interpretive writing. As the Charlie had explained to Clark's parents, attending Yale University was not essential to acquire the advanced knowledge of the time. His current understanding of philosophy, the natural sciences and mathematics were eons ahead of Earth's current academic disciplines. He was attending a higher educational institution for its socializing benefits, to establish credentials within his adoptive world's academic community, and to become fully literate with regards to other facets of Earth's culture such as music, fine arts, and literature. During Clark's matriculation at Yale University, Clark also became fascinated with journalism and had taken enough courses in the J. School to have acquired a minor in this discipline. Before commencement from Yale - three years after he enrolled - Clark Kent aka Kal-El of Krypton had absorbed most of the subject matter housed in the school's huge athenaeum. As an undergraduate student, Clark Jerome Kent also became involved with a research group whose main focus was to correlate the subatomic components of matter, in all its combinations. From his investigations with this group, Clark published his first paper entitled "String Theory." In this article, Clark described a new microscopic particle he called a "string" which behaved as a one dimensional rubber band operating in ten dimensional space. Within his paper, Clark predicted that isolating and controlling such a subatomic particle could possibly lead to interstellar travel and teleportation. When Clark's publication eventually appeared in a prestigious physics journal, the man from Kansas had long since discovered how to isolate and use the string residue of atomic systems. However, Clark kept this information confidential, locked in his mind. Clark Kent was uneasy about publishing how to use the string. He felt that it unwise that such information to be made available at this period of Earth's scientific development. Clark was fearful that weapons forged from string powered devices could cause a planetary apocalypse. He was thankful that it would be at least a hundred years or so before Earth's scientific community would be in a position to deduce and exploit the string's potential. Clark hoped, by that time, the sociological problems that currently plagued the planet would have improved to a point where Earth's people could journey to the stars with peaceful intent and not as would be war lords and conquerors. After commencement Clark enrolled as a graduate student at California Institute of Technology. After two and a half- years, he earned a doctorate with a concentration in theoretical physics. He then accepted a post doctoral appointment at Harvard with a link to the CERN European nuclear facility. At the end of his post graduate activities, two-years later, Dr. Clark J. Kent, at twenty three, was ready to enter the world of big time science. While searching for an academic or industrial position, preferably the former, an unsolicited letter arrived from The LexCorp Technology Center. LexCorp, Clark knew, was one of the counties largest scientific facilities. The letter invited Clark for an interview by the vast research conglomerate. However, the phrasing of the invite left Clark with an uneasy feeling. Urged by his colleagues to accept the invitation, Kent put aside his feeling about LexCorop and traveled to Metropolis, the corporate headquarters of Lex Luthor's global empire. Unknown to Clark, the forces of destiny were at last bringing together two entities, one of which would decide the future direction of humankind - the people of Kent's adopted world. Clark Kent and Lex Luthor were these combatants. Good and evil were about to do battle, with the future of civilization hanging in the balance. When Clark arrived at the Metropolis Air terminal, he was met by several ranking members of LexCorp corporate structure. In the subsequent days that followed, the young scientist was wined and dined, as LexCorp subtly attempted to persuade Dr. Kent to join their research group. On the final day of his interview, money came into play. Clark was offered a two hundred thousand dollar bonus to sign on the dotted line and become a member of Lexcorp's technical staff. His annual salary, although still a negotiable item, he was informed, would be in the vicinity of two hundred and fifty thousand dollars per year. It was a tremendous salary for a farm boy where the annual income of the Kent household was relatively small and cash was always needed. The offer was very tempting. Maybe too tempting, his conscience cautioned. While Clark sat in a quiet conference room seriously contemplating LexCorp's offer, his enhanced hearing happened to focus upon a confidential and very revealing conversation in a nearby office. The conversation was between Lex Luthor and two other individuals called Asabi and Nigel. As he listened to their discourse, Clark was amazed that these individuals considered him to be the da Vinci of their time. They spoke of Clark as a man who was the bridge between two eras. The people at LexCorp believed that Clark Kent was the lynch pin between the rather slow and cumbersome discovery period of the past century and the rapid changes of the new millennium. Kent, LexCorp sensed was the wizard who would create a much better line of electronic gadgetry which was just being designed by his competitors. Lex believed that Clark's new electronic devices would spark new kinds of social, political, economic, and natural science developments and of course put his rivals out-of-business. As Lex and his associates continued to talk, Clark became acutely aware that he and a few others were considered to be the catalysts that would spark this technology. It became obvious to Clark that to dominate these developing academic disciplines and the business opportunities they would spawn, Luthor needed to control people like him in order to direct their intellects to do his bidding. Listening further, Clark heard the LexCorp tripartite comment that while Kent was a seeker of knowledge, like many other intellectuals, it was also a fact that his curiosity accepted no limitations. That kind of dynamic behavior could make him a threat to Lex's plans. Luthor and his associates knew also that Kent was a contributor to many fields. Besides his genius for science and mathematics, Dr. Kent was an artist - favoring landscape painting - inventor, sculptor, engineer, musician, writer - and more, much more. Given a free hand, Clark Kent would mold the time in which he lived and make significant contributions to Earth's future civilizations. Lex and his cronies desperately wanted this man on their team. Luthor commented that he would see to it that there would be no options for Clark Kent. It would a position with LexCorp or nothing at all. Such a man running free, Luthor figured, would be a danger to his schemes. While flattered by many of Luthor's statements, Clark became aware that the LexCorp's hierarchy had thoroughly investigated his private and public life prior to his interview. That made Clark extremely uncomfortable. As Clark listened further, he heard Luthor comment, "Such a man must belong to me." That statement was like a sharp blow to young Dr. Kent's solar plexus. In horror, Clark then heard, "By guiding Kent's talents, Luthor commented, I could dominate the world. If that hick Kent falls in line, he'll provide me with the tools to create a power base that will enable me to challenge nations." For the first time in his life, Clark Kent became somewhat apprehensive about his future. When the man from Kansas rejoined his interviewers, he continued listening to Luthor's dialogue with his cronies. While maintaining his cordiality with the LexCorp's employes, Clark knew in his heart that he would never work for LexCorp at any price. Armed with Luthor's information, Clark turned to his primary interviewer and said, smiling, "I would like some time to consider your most generous offer." Playing the game, Clark asked in a serious tone, "How much time do I have to consider and respond to LexCorp's most generous offer?" "Let's say two weeks," was the interviewer's reply. Clark smiled and then remarked, "That's fine." Rising, Clark shook hands with LexCorp's interviewing staff, wishing them well, and promptly left Lex Luthor's corporate headquarters. Exiting the building, Clark breathed a sigh of relief. Dr. C.J. Kent felt as if he just escaped from a cesspit packed with iniquitous individuals. As he started to walk toward a nearby cab stand, Clark began to view Luthor as another would be conqueror - a potential disciple of Lucifer. Lex, like other tyrants throughout history, would use any barbarous schemes to achieve his goals. Because of modern technology, Luthor's modus operandi, of course, would be different from his predecessors. Clark was willing to bet that Lex's techniques would be more devious, as they would be dangerous and perhaps lethal to all who opposed his world subjugation schemes. As Clark thought about the events of the past few days, his skin began to crawl. Clark desperately needed a shower, not only to cleanse his body, but to sooth and renew his soul. While Clark was returning to school, Luthor's stooges were already contacting the industrial and academic communities and subtly black listing Dr. C. J. Kent. Their innuendos and misleading statements would deny him work opportunities in his chosen field. When Luthor's toadies had completed their task, the net around Clark had closed. His only source of employment as a scientist could only be satisfied by accepting the position offered by Luthor Technologies. As the deadline for Luthor's offer approached and other interviews which Clark had expected did not materialize, he was informed from friends and unofficially from other institutions and companies that LexCorp had orchestrated his present dilemma. Using his super abilities and covering himself in stealth material, Clark flew to Metropolis and entered the executive offices of Luthor's worldwide syndicate. While searching LexCorp's files, he discovered how Lex had boxed him in. Clark had nowhere to turn unless it was to Luthor's technical corporation. If there were any doubts about Lex's immoral and criminal posture, such uncertainties were removed by the fraudulent and specious actions taken against him. If there were any incertitudes about Lex Luthor's intent, they were removed by Clark's sub-rosa investigation. Clark was now positive that he would never work for a company whose proprietor was a compatriot of Satan and whose products would be harmful to people. When he returned to Harvard, he sent a telegram to LexCorp rejecting their offer of employment. After his post doctoral appointment expired, Clark Kent returned to his Smallville home. While at his boyhood home, he helped his father and mother run the farm. To fulfill his creative needs, Clark turned to his avocations. He painted, created bronze sculptures, and wrote music and poetry. Lex was correct, in one respect, Clark Kent really was the da Vinci of his age. To acquire the funds for himself and his folks and support his part time research activities, Clark started to concertize on piano using the pseudonym Jerome Pellere. After a year of concertizing, Clark's musical reputation was approaching world renowned status. Many musical publications ranked him among the most accomplished young piano virtuosos in the world. Aside from his musical triumphs, Clark sold his artwork under another nom-de- plume: Kal-El. As these ventures became more complex, Clark asked his mother to be his business manager. Martha handled the scheduling of his concerts and the sale of his art works. By the end of the year, Clark's works of art were selling for many thousands of dollars per item. Furthermore, by the end of the year, the Kent family had amassed a considerable sum of money - several million dollars after taxes. One of Clark's cherished dreams had been fulfilled. His parents were now financially secure. During the year of Clark's artistic triumphs, Luthor Technologies offered Kent time and again large sums to work for them. No matter what LexCorp offered Dr. C.J. Kent to join Luthor's sprawling business ventures, Clark knew that he would never consider any of Lex's seductive offers. Clark Kent would never shake hands with the devil's number one boy. Although Clark and his family had attained financial security, he still was not content. Clark wanted to help people en mass or singly as the need arose. His scientific expertise would in time benefit Earth's society by enhancing its technological capabilities. An improved technology would benefit the living conditions of Earth's global community. At present Clark's music and art creations were really bringing pleasure to only a few individuals. The basic needs of the entire planet were still not being served by his intellectual and super gifts. After some considerable thought, on the subject Clark announced to his parents that he was returning to school to study journalism at Metropolis University. As a reporter, he informed his folks, he'd have an impact on the world's societal conditions. "What about you scientific work?" Jonathan asked his son. Giving his father a smile, Clark remarked, "All that I require to conduct my kind of research is a pencil and a note pad to record my thoughts. These items and my imagination are the basic tools of a theoretical physicist. To test my hypothetical constructs, I'll set up a lab near Charlie. When physical conformation is required of my work, I'll come to the farm and conduct the necessary experimental studies. In that way I can serve two masters - the people of my adopted planet and my scientific passion." That September Clark Jerome Kent was a candidate for a master's degree at the Metropolis Journalism School, which was part of the university complex. His roommate was Alan Jacobs, a seasoned Daily Planet reporter on sabbatical from his paper. Like Clark, he was enrolled in the graduate journalism program. The roommates melded almost immediately and were fast friends by the time classes commenced. As Clark learned the ins and outs of the newsprint field, Alan taught him novel journalistic techniques which could only be acquired through practical experiences. By superimposing Alan's adroitness, sensitivity and exceptional writing skills with his own writing characteristics, Clark's journalistic undertakings were soon considered by his peers and instructors alike as truly outstanding - some classmates even thought his journalistic output as the finest in the class. Alan said to his roomy one day, "Hey guy, when Perry becomes aware of your abilities he'll kick me out of my job." They both laughed at Alan's droll humor. As the year progressed, Alan taught Clark all he had learned about the newspaper business. In return, Clark made Alan a scientifically literate journalist - one of the very few in his profession. During one of their many bull sessions, Alan was surprised to learn that there were only about one and a half million technically trained people world wide. "So few," he said. "Yeah," Clark replied. "To be a physicist or a chemical engineer, for example, you must combine good mathematical skills with rather esoteric beliefs and theories. At times, I think you gotta be a little demented to be part of Earth's scientific community. "Thank heaven," Clark added, "most non science people appear to be pragmatic and somewhat more lucid." However, Clark laughed, continuing, "I must tell you the mental stability of society, as a whole, is still a debatable issue." Alan chuckled at Clark's amusing description of the human condition. As their year of study moved towards its climax, Alan and Clark became almost like brothers - spiritual kin. Throughout the Journalism program Clark concertized in and about Metropolis. Alan accompanied him to many of his recitals and so became more knowledgeable and appreciative of classical music. Late one evening, Alan asked Clark why he wanted to be a journalist when he had so many other natural talents. Clark pondered his friend's question for a few moments and replied, "Painting, giving a concert and even my nearly obsessive interest in science does not allow me to assist a large majority of people when they need it the most. Besides writing, my other intellectual skills were solitary in their execution. They may give me personal satisfaction and pleasure a few others, but they did not enable me to help individuals whose survival needs required immediate attention. I have this tremendous compulsion to help people. You know, Alan, investigative journalism utilizes the same principles as does physics. A journalist, therefore, would be applying the scientific method to the human domain. As a newspaper person I could immediately focus on the problem at hand and attempt to alleviate people's pain. I can't explain my feelings in any other terms." After a few moments Clark added, "I can always satisfy my other intellectual appetites during some of my leisure time." "Did any of my ramblings make any sense to you?" Clark asked his friend. "You did just fine, son," Alan said, tears pooling in his eyes. One dark night near the end of their degree program, Clark flew onto the balcony of his dorm room and came face to face with his roommate. The shock to Alan's system was immediate. In his bewilderment he stumbled and fell several times, as he made his way toward the sofa. As Alan and Clark finally faced each other, the older man said in a pleading voice, "Please tell me what I saw was real!" Clark smiled at his spiritual brother and replied, "What you beheld was not a hallucination nor an apparition. It was Clark Kent returning from his home in Kansas by flight mode." After Clark had confirmed Alan's observation, Clark's friend's normally ruddy complexion again turned somewhat pale. The shock to his system had not yet abated. Sensing Alan's distress, Clark rushed to the kitchen, moistened a towel and placed it on Alan's forehead. Within a few minutes, Alan Jacobs began to recover his composure. After staring at Clark for a minute or so, Alan tried to question his friend. When Alan started his queries, Clark held up his hand to silence him. After Alan simmered down, Clark said," Take it easy my friend, with a comforting voice. "Just sit back and relax," Clark added, "I'm gonna tell you an incredulous tale." When Clark finished his yarn, Alan said, "Holy Cow, Kent, that was an amazing tale." After Clark had finished his story, Alan just sat on the sofa in silence for several long minutes staring at Clark. During this interval he allowed his mind to confront the unbelievable, realizing he was in the presence of a real live alien, who was more human than most people he knew. Looking at his spiritual kin, Alan commented, "You, my friend, have just answered a burning question that has been on my mind for the longest time. A query that asked were there other planets teeming with life out there among the stars? Were we the only intelligent creatures in the universe, as many Biblical scholars have inferred?" Hugging his friend, Alan remarked, "Thanks for answering my question about extra terrestrial life." Alan then looked at his young friend and added, "Clark, you may be from a different planet, but it seems to me that you are an Earth man by inclination and by choice. Ye G-Ds," Alan further declared. "If people knew your origins, Clark, maintaining some sort of a private life would be nearly impossible." Running his hand through his hair, Alan added, "If your secret was ever disclosed, Martha's and Jonathan's lives wouldn't be worth a plug nickel." In a solemn voice, Alan then declared, "I promise you, my brother, never to divulge your off worldly origins. I will carry that information to the grave." Clark and Alan then embraced, which cemented the older man's pledge and strengthened the life bond between Jacobs and Kent. As the two journalists stepped back from their embrace, Clark felt a measure of relief and was gratified that his trust in his roommate had not been misplaced. Now Clark was sure that Alan Jacobs was one of those rare individuals whose integrity was the nucleus of his being. That evening, as they moved about the kitchen to prepare dinner, Alan chuckled and said, "Those hearing and visual gismos of yours will be great assets when you become an investigative reporter." Shaking his head, as he continued, "Your colleagues, I'm sure, will be very envious of your successes." "I really don't care about accolades," Clark remarked. "All I want to do is help people and have the bad guys put away. If my enhanced hearing and vision help me fulfill that reality, so be it." "Remember, my brother," Alan replied, "suspicion, envy and jealousy are undesirable human attributes. They can initiate very destructive behavior. Always be alert and watch your back." After dinner, Clark said to his roomy, "There's a dance in the dorm lounge. How about we give it a look see." "You go, Clark, and have a good time," Alan replied. "My dancing days are done." Clark, surprised at Alan's remarked, replied, "Alan you're only twenty years older than I. You're still a young guy." "Nevertheless, Clark," Alan retorted, "I'm not going. When I socialize nowadays, it's with trusted friends like you and Perry. A couple of drinks and some small talk with good company is all that I need to satisfy me these days." As Clark listened to his friend, he had a feeling that there was more to his apparent antisocial behavior than met the eye. Somewhat upset by Alan's behavior, Clark slowly paced around his dorm room for several minutes. Then he said, "Okay, Alan, spill it. I wanta know why you avoid social gatherings, especially when women are present." While Clark watched his friend, a look of infinite sadness appeared on his face. After a few moments of internal anguish, Alan took a deep breath and said, "About fifteen years ago I was married to a lovely, vivacious, and brilliant woman. Our relationship was such that we were literally joined at the hip so to speak. At that time, we were both war correspondents for the Planet. In due course, Jessica and I conceived. I wanted her to go home until the baby was born. Unfortunately she was stubborn, as she was brilliant. On one fateful day Jes and I visited a forward combat area. Soon after we arrived, we found ourselves in the midst of an artillery barrage - in coming. Jes was severely wounded and died in my arms later that day. In one lousy moment I lost my beloved soulmate, our unborn child and our future." "When she passed from this plane of existence, part of my soul perished with her and now resides with her spirit." "Her death plunged me into a pit of depression. It took many months before I could again face the world." "In time, something within me recognized that I would never again find another Jessica during my journey through life. She was my soulmate, Clark, and there could be no other for me." Pausing for a moment, Alan continued, "I buried Jes in her family's cemetery outside of Colorado Springs. After the funeral, I asked her father, Adam, if he would allow me to be interred next to my beloved Jessica when my time came. He simply nodded his assent and then broke down. Somehow I understood then that one of the worst calamities that can befall any parent is to bury a child. Adam didn't ask me about marrying again. Without really understanding, he suspected or knew that the remainder of my life's journey would be a lonely and solitary trek. My love for Jes was forever. That's just the way it is." "In time, I'm positive that Jes and I will be reunited. Of this, I have no doubt." As Alan ended his heavyhearted soliloquy, tears were silently cascading down Clark's face. Clark said to Alan, as he was about to leave for the party, "You are a most fortunate man, my friend, to have loved and been loved with such intensity and devotion. I hope in the not so distant future to meet a woman that I too can adore and experience a love like the one you and your Jessica shared." At the grad students' bash that evening, Clark Kent moved to his favorite place - a corner of the room. Here, Kent behaved like many shy single men, the ones who often gravitated towards an inconspicuous location near the main party activities. Such guys are frequently referred to by the swingers as corner commandos. Many young single girls like to whoop it up at parties and generally ignored the shy quiet guys. Unfortunately, it wouldn't be until much later in the dating game that more mature young women would start to understand the foolishness of their mating tactics. Like Clark, who became bored and left the shindig almost as soon after he arrived, much of the best marriageable partners were not found bouncing around a dance floor to jungle sounds or carousing in a rathskeller. It was not surprising that less than a half hour after Clark left his dorm he returned. "What happened?" Alan asked soon after Clark returned. "As far as I was concerned," Clark replied, "the party was a bust. The girls were behaving as if their heads were filled with cotton, hay, and rags, while the guys were acting like a bunch of apes with rushing hands and roaming fingers. It became obvious early on, that both genders had insatiable sexual appetites. With their hormones running amuck, they lusted for one another." Pausing for a moment, Clark added, "I've almost given up hope of finding an intelligent and sensible woman with whom I could share my life." "Don't despair, my friend," Alan said, "your soulmate will appear when you least expect it. For now, forget the party and its excesses and let's get some shuteye." As the remaining few months of the journalism program thundered toward its conclusion, Clark became aware that most of his classmates equated their coming degree to grant them expertise in their chosen field. There were of course exceptions to this generality. Clark Kent, Alan Jacobs, and a few others in their class understood that a sheep skin was simply a document signifying a right of passage. Only by understanding the needs of people and applying and improving the knowledge they learned from their teachers would they become a credit to their profession and bring a measure of truth and well- being to their communities. About a month before commencement, all formal classes ceased to allow sufficient time for the Master degree candidates to complete their final assignment. Each student was to compose, in his/her view of course, a news article worthy of publication in the Daily Planet. After a few days of thought, Clark was still unsure of the direction his final assignment should take. To raise his spirits, Clark went for a walk through the Hobbs Bay. Approaching the harbor, Clark noticed that the water appeared to be almost as smooth as glass. As he surveyed the bay area, Clark happened to recognize an individual, a very dear friend, who he hadn't seen in quite sometime. Increasing his gate, Clark was soon face to face with an image from his boyhood past. Without a word passing between them, the older man grabbed Clark and hugged him, as tears began streaming from his eyes. While Clark Kent's old friend was struggling to gain a semblance of control over his emotions, the young journalist noticed his rather gaunt appearance and his heart hurt. When his venerable friend quieted somewhat, Clark took him to a local eatery and there they dined on the finest fair available - hamburgers and fried onion rings. After eating, the two old friends talked far into the night reminiscing about years long past. When Clark paid the bill, he spied the owner and manager of the restaurant and slipped him an envelope before returning to his confidant of yesteryear. Later, as they exited, the owner, a chap named Bilbo, handed Clark a note and gave him a reassuring smile. Gazing at Bilbo, while placing the note in his pocket, Clark was amazed at the similarities between the cafe proprietor and a Neanderthal replica he had seen at the Museum of History. He mused, as he left the restaurant, "The mysteries of evolution never cease to amaze me." The air was crisp and clear on that early spring evening as a young and an elderly scholar walked along the shore of Hobbs Bay. After strolling and reminiscing with his old friend for quite sometime, Clark reluctantly said goodbye and returned to his dorm. As he was undressing, he recalled Bilbo's note. Taking the crumpled paper from his pocket, Clark quickly noticed that the barely legible script of Bilbo's writing suggested a severe learning disability, which obviously had not been addressed by the educational system during the cafe owner's childhood. "Thank G-D," Clark thought, "that finally the social and psychological services available to the community have measuredly improved since Bilbo's youth. Although there was still a long way to go," Clark mused, "the journey to service the emotionally and physically impaired youngsters of Metropolis had started. It would be up to the future generations to finish the job." Returning to Bilbo's note, Clark read, "I take good care of smathers for rest life. Thanks help." Clark murmured to himself, "The owner of the cafe had a heart as big as all outdoors. He certainly gave credence to the adage that beauty was only skin deep. The selflessness of this man was encased within a grotesque body which apparently Clark just realized harbored a magnificent soul. From now on Clark Kent vowed, Bilbo would never fear the terrors of the night nor the horrors the day may bring." Catalyzed by Bilbo's magnanimous gesture, a warm feeling washed over Clark. As he thought, he recalled a statement made by his father many years before - an understanding and charitable person is more precious than rubies. Bilbo fit that category to a tee. As he thought about the events of the day, Clark suddenly knew the motif of his final paper. The next day he bounced his views off his roommate. When Alan heard Clark's brainstorming ideas, he smiled and remarked, "It's the best newsworthy notion I've heard in a very long time." Pausing for a moment, he added, "I'll betcha you'll write the finest article in the class." "Whether it will be the best or the worst is really not the issue," Clark soberly replied. "I just want to write this story, I guess, for personal reasons." Several days before the end of the semester, the graduating class showed up at the J. School for its last formal gathering. After a few administrative remarks, one of the professors said to the class, "I want to wish all of you the best of luck in your future ventures." Pausing for a few seconds, the head lecturer added, "Before you leave, I would like to read one of the final papers tendered by this academic group. The faculty of the J. School submitted this particular article to a local newspaper for publication. I was notified this morning by the editor in chief of the Daily Planet that Clark Kent's story will appear in the Sunday edition of that paper. So, please bear with me." * * * "A Conversation With A Friend," by Clark Kent As I walked along the shore of Hobbs Bay on a rather blustery spring day, I unexpectedly encountered an old and cherished friend. A dear confidant who always took delight in the technical successes of humankind, especially if they included the moral and ethical high ground and protected the biosphere from any possible excesses from the new concepts or devices. Real life was his stage. When I growing up in Smallville, Kansas, I would often see him marveling at sunset either alone or sharing nature's spectacular show with friends and students. He could be seen in and about town studying the natural phenomena, often sharing his discoveries with others. He was always a giver, never a taker. This man, one of my mentors, who help guide my intellectual development through my formative years, was caring, kindly, and generous, almost to a fault. My parents always thought of him as part of our family. While my parents encouraged me to learn, this man set my feet on the path of learning that made me see a world of beauty in a pond or on the great prairie that surrounded our Midwestern town. While others saw the environment only as a source of profit, he showed me nature's supermarket and the wonders it held. When I left Smallville as a young man, my boyhood mentor and I slowly lost touch with one another. Then suddenly on a frosty morn we serendipitously found one another in the Hobbs Bay area of Metropolis. After we hugged and greeted one another, the two of us slowly walked along the beach. As we move ponderously along, a quiet voice from my past quietly said, "As you move into the work-a - day-world, don't ever form a nexus between your labor and the more meaningful parts of your life. Remember, one labors to secure bread so he/she can sustain life. Keep your occupation separate and away from your quests and dreams. Leave your job at the office or it may eventually overwhelm you and eradicate your humanity. The allure of great riches and power by being successful at your job can be very seductive. It can cause you to focus most or all of your energies to gain wealth and fame at the expense of loved ones and friends." "It is said in some biblical texts that the forces of darkness invented work so people wouldn't be aware of the evil among us and struggle against its malevolent consequences." My friend then bowed his head as if praying, but after a few minutes of silence, continued to express his philosophical convictions. "Do you remember?" he remarked to me, "what I said to you many years ago about what a colleague of Senator Paul Tsongas told him after that legislator became ill?" Unfortunately, I didn't recall Tsongas' thoughts about this particular issue and told my childhood mentor so by movement of my head. Smiling, my old friend then said, "When Tsongas decided to run for re-election, although he had been diagnosed with cancer, a friend and colleague of the senator told him that no man on his deathbed ever remarked that he wished he'd spent more time at the office. Smell the roses while there is yet time." When my mentor from Smallville finished that little anecdote, he smiled at me. A happy smile, I suppose, because he knew that I had grasped the insightful statements of the senator's associate. As I listened to that bit of history, I now understood why an insightful Paul Tsongas didn't stand for re-election. Upon learning of his illness, the senator gathered his family and went to smell the roses. While we continued to stroll along the beach, my old friend again started to reminisce. He commented, "Clark, do you remember my father's admonition about the rat race syndrome?" This time I replied, "Yes." I then remarked, remembering an old man's counsel, "If you won in the rat race, all so prevalent in our cities and businesses, you were still only a rat." My friend looked at me nodding and with a twinkle in his eye, declared, "I believe John Lennon expressed that bit of intuitiveness a better way." Pausing for a moment he quoted the rock star. "Life is what happens when you are busy making other plans." Then a smile slowly covered his face as he remarked, "My father and Mr. Lennon were much wiser people than I realized at the time; their views on life were remarkable if only I heard. What I could've learned from them if only these ears of mine had not been deafened by the excessive chaotic noises that surrounded us all." "Unfortunately, most of those sounds were trashy music being blasted from the radio and the TV. At weddings also and other kinds of affairs the electronically enhanced music was deafening. People sitting next to one another couldn't communicate in a normal way. Most often you had to scream at one another to be heard. The worst part of these sounds, Clark, was that they tended to dull the senses and make people behave in bizarre ways." "Mainly the grown up teenager-adult," a smiling Clark Kent interjected. After my friend finished articulating some of his father's philosophical views, I placed my arm around his shoulder and we again walked in silence for some moments. Then he looked into my eyes and commented again, "Some years ago, Clark, you left a large room used for public gatherings after one of your many commencements. I wondered at that moment if you realized that there were hundreds of people throughout our land with the same degree and aspirations. And, that there were already untold thousands of people working at what you desired to do for a living." "Clark," my friend added, "the only thing that you can control is you. Do you understand that you are the only person in this world who has sole custody of your existence, your particular life, your entire life? Not just your life at a desk, or your life on a bus, or in a car, or in front of a computer. Not just the life of your mind but the life of your heart. Not just your bank account but your soul. People don't seem to talk about the soul much anymore. It's so much easier to write a resume than to craft a spirit." Looking at me squarely in the eyes, he added, "I tell you, my amigo, a resume is a cold comfort on a winter night, or when you're sad, or broke, or lonely, or when you receive test results that are not to your liking." An interval of silence then seemed to cloak us. After several minutes, he began to chuckle and remarked, "Can you imagine receiving the following resume?" I am the mother of three children. I've tried never to let my profession stand in the way of being a good parent. I no longer consider myself the center of the universe. I show up at events and my temp. positions. I listen. I try to laugh. I am a good friend to my husband. I have tried to make my marriage vows mean what they say. I show up at events and my temp. positions. I listen. I try to laugh. I am a good pal to my friends, and they to me. Without them, there would be nothing to say today. I would resemble a cardboard cutout. I call my friends and my husband on the phone, and I meet them for lunch. I show up at events and my temp. positions. I listen. I try to laugh. I would be rotten to the core, or at best mediocre at my various jobs, if these and other things were not true. You cannot be really first-rate at your work, if work is all you are. Suddenly, he grabbed me and said with passion, "What does this farcical resume tell you, Dr. Clark Kent?" "Still the educator, I see," as I smiled at my old mentor and began replying to his question. Taking a breath, I said, "Your hypothetical resume tells me to get a life. A real life, not one that is a maniacal pursuit of the next promotion, a bigger pay check, or a larger house." He grinned at me and quietly said, "Clark, you still are my best student." For some minutes, my old teacher was deep in thought. Suddenly, he continued his philosophizing rhetoric and said to me, "Do you think a fast tract woman would care much about work-a-day events if a main artery suddenly ruptured one afternoon, or she found a lump in her breast?" "No," I replied quickly to his question. Then my friend said to me placing his frail hands on my shoulder, "As you build your life make sure you're not alone. Find people you love and who love you. And remember that love is not leisure time; it's work and at times very hard work. Remember, too, as you occasionally gaze at your diploma(s) that you are still a student, still learning how to best treasure your connection to others. Your homework throughout your life is to phone a friend, send an email, or write a letter to those you cherish. Constantly remind yourself to kiss your mom and hug your dad, the instruments of your creation. And remember, too, the nurturing and love they've given to you every day since you were born and will continue to do so all the days of their lives. Make a life that is filled with generosity. Take time to look at the flowers in the neighborhood. Look, too, at the full moon on a cold quiet night hanging like a silver orb in a black sky. As you see these wonders of nature," he continued, "remember that life is the best thing ever, and you have no business taking it for granted." He again fell silent as we continued our trek around the bay. Suddenly, he yelled to me in an impassioned plea, "Clark, care deeply about the goodness within the human spirit and spread it around. Take some of the money that you would spend on a few beers and contribute it to charity. Work in a soup kitchen once in a while. Be a big brother or sister. Your charitable works will strengthen your soul and give you a greater appreciation of your mortality." Pausing again this time for a short period, he said, "You know, Clark, everyone wants to do well. But, if you do not contribute to society by helping those in need then success will never be enough. There is no fulfillment in an uncharitable life. Do you understand, Clark, that it is so easy to waste our lives? Time slips by so quickly that we hardly notice it's passing. We neglect or take for granted the color of roses, the sheen of the graphite upon a mountain slope, the color or our kids' eyes, and the modulating melody in a symphony whose beauty nourishes the soul. My young friend, it is so easy to exist instead of live." After his impassioned pleas and philosophical comments, we walked for some time in total silence, just enjoying each other's company and the new life that was heralding the coming of spring. Then my philosophical companion started to speak once more. "Clark," he began, "All that I've said to you I painstakingly learned many years ago. Even with my understanding of people, I did something rather foolish. I did things that transformed my life. If I had my druthers, they would not have occurred in such a destructive manner." "My life altering events began when I began beseeching the people of Smallville to enjoy their journey through life, not their final destination. I preached that living life is not a dress rehearsal and today is the only guarantee you get. I said to my neighbors to look at all the good in the world and try to increase its abundance. I implored them to look at the lilies of the field and look too at the fuzz on a baby's ear. Read in the backyard with the sun in your face. Learn to be happy. Think of life as a terminal illness because if you do you will live it with joy and passion as it should be lived. I told the town you could learn all these things if you get a real life, a full life, a professional life, and yes, another life too, a life of love and laughs and a connection to other human beings." When he finished his monologue, he turned to me and remarked, "Clark, you are now a learner in a classroom environment. Remember the classroom is everywhere. The exam comes at the end. No man ever said on his deathbed, I wish I had spent more time making money." "Because most of the town's folk considered my philosophical rhetoric a danger to their institutions, they considered me to be incompetent by reason of lunacy and removed me from my teaching position. When this event occurred, I became one of the ever increasing homeless people of our land and started to wander. Eventually I reached this great city, Metropolis." When at last we finished our walk, my old friend and I just sat on the wooden wharf dangling our feet over the side. As we sat, he told me how he survived. My old mentor told me he panhandled on the main boulevard when the summer crowds had dispersed and slept in a church when the temperature dropped below freezing. To avoid the authorities my friend hid from the police amid the "Tilt a Whirl" and the "Cyclone" at the amusement park. He told me he was happiest when he was able to stay on the wharf facing the water just the way they were now. He said somewhat humorously that he stayed on the wharf even when it began to get cold. Of course, he had to wear his newspapers after he read them to keep from freezing. I asked him why didn't he go to one of the shelters? Why he didn't check himself into a hospital for detox. As I finished my questions, I saw him just stare at the bay and said, "Look at the view, Clark. Look at the view and wonder." And every day since then, in some little way, I try to take the advice of the finest man and teacher that I had the privilege of knowing, give charity and marvel at the view. The last thing I want to impart to you today comes from the wisdom of a man with not a dime in pocket, nowhere to go, and nowhere to be. An old teacher who nobody wanted because he spoke words that cleansed the soul, words that fell on deaf ears. Look at the view and wonder. You'll never be disappointed. When Perry finished reading Clark's piece he wondered how one so young could understand loneliness and isolation of people in the midst of plenty. A sickness that is ignored by society at large, but one which is so prevalent these days. He then rose from his desk went to a window and viewed the skyline of a great city and wondered. * * * As the professor concluded Clark's article, many in the audience had unshed tears pooling in their eyes. After the reading, Clark heard a salvo of "Nice going kid." He blushed a little from the accolades of his classmates. As they left the lecture building, Clark asked Alan, "Where do you want to chow down?" Alan was about to suggest a restaurant when he remembered an appointment he had with Perry White. "Sorry chum," he replied, "I have a meeting with Perry at the Planet. You'll have to fress without me this afternoon." Clark gave Alan an affectionate pat on his shoulder as they parted - one to lunch and the other to a meeting. At their meeting, Perry asked Alan whether or not he would go to Singapore and set up an extension of the Daily Planet on the island nation. This particular bureau would essentially be a wire service emphasizing international and financial news. Perry then told Alan that after he completed this assignment he could return to Metropolis and head the Planet's international division. After some thought, Alan accepted Perry's proposal with the stipulation that he could choose his second in command. The Chief agreed to this request. However, when Kent's name was mentioned as the number two guy, Perry started to balk. Before White could pursue his argument, Alan remarked, "Damn your eyes, Perry. You know Kent is one hell of a journalist. He has the knack of combining touchy-feely material with hard- hitting facts. His copy has a sing song lilt that borders on journalistic poetry." Taking a breath, Alan added, "Clark's articles seem to affect his readership. People can feel his words and understand his straightforward approach to the news. In addition to his journalistic credentials, Kent has an earned doctorate in theoretical physics. To succeed in that kind of academic setting, an individual must be able to manage many different problems simultaneously." Before Perry could get a word in, Alan added, "And don't tell me that the managing skills in science are different from the print business. I don't have to tell you that the rules of engagement are the same for any human enterprise." "Okay, okay," Perry declared. "You sold me." Alan smiled and remarked, "Who knows? You may want to hire him as an investigative reporter after his tenure in Singapore." "If I do," Perry commented, "he'll have to survive the ogre of the newsroom, Lois Lane. She devours new reporters for breakfast." "I think," Alan retorted with a knowing twinkle in his eye, "Dr. Kent could survive nearly anything that's thrown at him, including your resident dog." As he was leaving Perry's office, Alan said, "Jerome Pellere is giving a concert at the main Music Hall tonight. I was lucky and was able to procure five tickets for this recital. I'll leave four of them for you at the box office under P. White. If you and some friends want to hear inspired music, the concert tonight will touch your soul." Thanks," Perry replied. After a moment more of contemplation, Perry said, "I just may take you up on the concert. A night of inspired music just might restoreth my soul." That evening Clark played Beethoven's fifth piano concerto accompanied by Metropolis' Philharmonic Orchestra. His interpretation and execution of this tumultuous work were awesome. In the words of Murray Singer, the Planet Art and Music Critic, Pellere's rendition of the Beethoven fifth piano concerto was a tour de force that could only be matched by the musicianship of the long dead composer himself. In the audience, at this concert extraordinaire, were Lois Lane, Perry White and his wife, and Jimmy Olson. Each was affected by Clark's playing of Beethoven's powerful but sublime concerto. Lois was especially touched by the music. To her, it seemed that the flowing of the tones radiating from the piano were being directed at her and her alone. When the concert ended, Murray Singer hurried towards Pellere's dressing room to meet and interview the artist. After fighting his way through the torrent of souls in the hall, Murray finally arrived at the virtuoso's dressing room only to find it empty. The shy soloist had again quickly disappeared at the end of his performance. Murray had hoped this time he would reach Pellere before the young artist slipped away. Again, his desire to meet probably the greatest living piano virtuosi of the twentieth century had once again been frustrated. Exiting the concert hall, Murray noticed someone waiting for a cab which, at that moment, was coasting to a stop. Murray immediately dashed for the taxi. Clark, hearing Murray's footsteps turned and said, "Take it easy, I'll be happy to share the cab with you. Out of breath, all that Murray could do at the moment was accept the gracious offer by a nod of his head. When the Planet's critic was again breathing normally, he was finally able to take a good look at his Taxi partner. What he saw was a good looking young man with a kindly and very expressive eyes. As the taxi took off across town, Murray noticed the younger man's hands and asked, "Are you a musician per chance?" Pausing for a second or two, Clark stretched out his arm and clasped his companion's hand in a traditional greeting, as he said to the older man, "Yes, Clark Kent is what most people call me." Smiling Murray asked, "You wouldn't also happen to have a pseudonym of Jerome Pellere?" he inquired. Clark studied the man for a moment and quietly told the critic, "Yes." After a moment Clark continued, "Mr. Singer, I would very much appreciate if you kept that bit of info to yourself. Consider your request a done deal," Murray replied smiling at his new acquaintance. Clark also grinned and thought to himself, "My gut feeling wasn't wrong. Murray Singer is an okay guy." As the cab sped through the Metropolis, Murray Singer directed the cabbie to a quaint cafe. It was situated in a secluded part of the city and generally not frequented by the rich and famous. Over dinner, Clark gave an elated Murray Singer the interview of his career. Later that year, Murray was awarded a Kerth for his in-depth article on the rather mysterious Jerome Pellere. Over the next few months, Clark and Alan had dinner with Murray and his lovely wife, Helene, quite a few times. Their pleasant association, unfortunately, was disrupted when Clark and Alan left Metropolis for their Asian assignment. * * * Singapore was an island nation of contradictions for Clark and Alan. There were booze establishments, yet no chewing of gum was permitted in public. Jaywalking was illegal and resulted in a fine. Government institutions boasted of their democratic way, while the same family held the reins of power since the island nation's independence. Although the government continuously professed to be a true democratic society, the bureaucrats of this tiny island nation attempted to tightly control the flow of information and the behavior of its citizens. In all fairness, however, it should be pointed out that in most cases the treatment of the populous was both benevolent and caring. The nation of Singapore, a Malaysian spin-off, was about one degree from the equator and hotter than all blazes. Of course, very hot was a relative term, especially for Clark. While Alan was uncomfortable at times - mostly outside - Kent was not bothered by the weather because of his unique abilities. It was here that Alan and Clark established the Daily Planet's pivotal Asian Bureau. Located on this Island State were many other businesses of all types and from many places from around the world. Many of these establishments were also connected with large financial institutions scattered about the world. In addition to the economic exchanges, every major news organization already had or were in the process of creating a presence in this Asian nation. Although the Planet had rented Alan and Clark an elegant apartment complex within walking distance of their bureau office, for the first several months it was hardly used except for sleeping and then only for short periods. The work was grueling but satisfying. Theoretically, Alan was in charge, but in reality there was a true partnership between the supposed boss and Clark Kent. After three months of back breaking work the bureau was up and running. The Planet executives were astounded by this feat. The "suits" had figured it would take around eight months for the Singapore bureau to be a functioning entity. Clark and Alan both received a generous bonus for their amazing accomplishments. One Friday afternoon, some six months after Clark had arrived on the island, Alan said to his partner, "You and I, my friend, are going to a shindig at the American Consulate." "How did you get us an invite?" Clark asked his spiritual kin. "An acquaintance, who is attached to the consulate staff, put us on the list," Alan replied slapping Clark on the back. Smiling, Alan added, "I'm sure he believes that the PR the Consulate will receive from us will further his career." "No doubt," Clark replied. "What time is this wing ding?" Clark inquired. "About eight," Alan responded. "Oh, by the way," Alan added, "black tie is the required attire for this bash," as he sauntered away chuckling to himself. "Black tie in this climate!" Clark muttered. "It won't affect you, so why complain," Alan teased his friend. "Anyway what can you expect from politicians? Their heads are usually filled with cotton, hay, and whiskey." That evening two tired reporters strolled into the American Consulate and were immediately handed a drink and were directed to a table containing the hors d'oeuvres. The reception was held in the exquisite flower strewn garden of the Consulate. The temperature was well over ninety degrees Fahrenheit. It was a sweltering evening, but no one seemed to care as long as the booze kept flowing. While Alan sought out his buddy, Clark took up his usual position in a corner of the garden and watched how the politically hip people behaved. As he stood there, a very attractive young woman moved toward him. She was about five feet six inches in height, with blue eyes, nearly platinum blond hair, and a peaches and cream complexion. As the young woman approached, Clark became aware that she possessed, in the language of science, a peerless molecular shape. Reaching Clark's social sanctuary she said, "Hi, my name is Jennifer Fields." Clark smiled and replied, "Nice to meet you. My handle is Clark Kent." "Clark Jerome Kent... Dr. Kent," she said, amazement showing in her highly expressive eyes. "I'm afraid so," Clark said answering her with a smile. After getting hold of her emotions, she asked, "What 'in heaven's name' is a world class scientist doing in a place like this?" she asked him straight off. "You are very direct, Ms. Fields," Clark teased. "It's Dr. Fields," she replied, "and yes, I can sometimes be rudely candid. It's one of those eccentricities a physicist has been known to possess," she added. "Ah, a fellow scientist with all the proper and improper social accouterments," Clark said and laughed. "By the way, Jennifer, how did you recognize me?" "Last year," she replied, "I was at CERN when you gave a paper on the possibilities of teleportation. It was an awesome presentation. Unfortunately," she commented, "I'm afraid most people in the audience did not fully comprehend the beauty of your mathematical model and supporting relationships." As Clark gazed at Jennifer, the young physicist continued, "It probably will be a long time before the scientific world appreciates the genius of your work." Gazing at this vivacious young woman, who looked as if she should be in films, he became very conscious that she had an acute understanding and appreciation of his scientific scholarship. Clark was very impressed. As Jennifer babbled, Clark's mind became intrigued by some of her comments. As he listened to Jenni's remarks, Clark realized that it would probably be a hundred years or so before the ramifications of his scientific works would start to be appreciated. By that time, Clark concluded, he would have passed on and his name would be less than a memory and might, from time to time, be part of a footnote in some student's thesis. When Jennifer became aware that Clark was not speaking, but was quietly staring at her, she too became calm. To keep the conversation going, Clark remarked, "By the way, I have just completed another paper and have submitted it for publication." "That's great," Jennifer exclaimed. Then, Jenni, with an inscrutable expression on her face, commented, "Where on this island is your laboratory situated?" "My lab," Clark replied, "is part of my mind. It conjures up ideas and is directly connected to my experimental equipment - a note pad and a pencil." Then, giving Clark a radiant smile, she asked, "What subject are you exploring in your new journal article?" "My paper considers interstellar travel using some of my 'String Theory' concepts," Clark answered her. Then Dr. Kent added, "String Theory, as you know, Jenni, is a way to view and control the interaction of matter throughout the cosmos." Smiling, Clark then remarked, "Let's get to you, Jenni. You are a curiosity. What the heck is a scientist of your caliber doing in this scientific backwater?" "I'm here with the U.S. Out Reach Department - USORD," she told Clark. "It deals with the needs of emerging nations as they struggle to free themselves from the clutches of ignorance and superstition - environmental knowledge; nuclear facilities; how to deal with natural resources, etc. I'll be here for several years trying to establish a working rapport with the countries in this region." Before Clark had a chance to speak again, Jenni chided him by asking, "Now you tell me what one of the finest physicists in the world today is doing in this technological wilderness." "Ah, so you are going for the sixty-four-dollar question right off," he teased her. Becoming more serious, Clark proceeded to describe the events leading to his pseudo exile and his current assignment on this island nation. After he finished his litany of woe, she muttered, "Can one man possess that much power?" Clark, hearing the disbelief in her statement, nodded and said, "Lex Luther is the personification of evil - Lucifer's Earthly advocate. His corrupting tentacles pervade government and corporate offices causing great harm. Because of his far- reaching power, you either do his biding or suffer the consequences. I could never accede to his maleficent desires and tyrannical directives. So, for my noncompliance with his wants I am, for the moment, in this scientific wasteland." Jennifer, shaking her head, replied, "Clark, your story is almost too horrible to contemplate. However, I do believe you. From what little info I've acquired about Lex, I think you've painted an accurate description of Luthor and his intentions." Looking toward the horizon Clark remarked, "The power that Luthor is amassing has already started to harm decent folk. He hurts men and women without scruples or compassion. The actions of Luthor are the antithesis to everything that I've been taught, believe and try to achieve." With a strange and determined look on his face, Clark said with fervor, "Lex Luthor and his associates must be stopped and brought to justice." Pausing for a moment, Clark added, "Justice will prevail and Lex, in the fullness of time, will be brought down!" As Clark and Jenni meandered through the garden Clark became introspective and remarked, "Many years ago my parents imbued me a powerful maxim. I was taught that only people have value and must be cherished. When we pass from this world, items that we've acquired and treasured will belong to someone else; we, the past possessor of the article, will probably not be remembered by the new owner. However, if we were helpful and charitable to those in need, I believe that we will be thought of with kindness. I firmly believe that when the name of a selfless person is recalled, such an individual is not truly lifeless. My parents' teachings have made me aware that all people belong to one family, and each member should regard all others in our global community as his/hers brothers and sisters." Clark then remarked to Jenni, "I took their teachings to heart. I must tell you, Jen, that I was outraged because one man denied me from securing a position for which I was qualified by using his tremendous economic power to utilize his influence of fear. How many others were trapped by this man and forced to do his bidding?" "I swore to myself when I discovered what Lex did to me that Luthor's crimes against humanity would be avenged. Somehow, Jenni, I must translate my angry rhetoric into action and help remove that man's evil blight from the face of our world." To Clark's surprise, Jennifer placed her hands on his face and said, "Together we will find a way to fight Luthor." Her words startled him. For a new acquaintance he thought, "She was a quick study." For some reason, without knowing why, Clark knew that Jenni understood the evil that was Lex Luthor and his commitment to fight for the betterment of humankind. Being aware of the dangers and the challenges that lay ahead, she still appeared willing to help. Clark's unique abilities made him aware that her commitment to his crusade was not just empty platitudes, and she had definite feelings for him that went beyond the cliche of a friend to a friend. Contemplating the events of the past few minutes, Clark became aware that he'd found an ally... and maybe something more. "You know," he said to Jenni, "when I told my friend Alan about my parents' dictum, it triggered one of our many intense philosophical discussions. In fact, my parents' words encouraged him to tell me a very titillating story. It's an interesting tale, and I think you'd like to hear it." Jenni nodded indicating that Clark should continue. "When Alan was a war correspondent, my colleague and friend told me that he had interviewed a lad from Perth, Australia. During our talk, Alan told me about the young soldier's remarks, which, to me, were very profound. In fact, Alan's words struck me like a bolt of lightening. The soldier's sentiments were an endorsement of my parents' philosophical and religious notions. The young man during the interview asserted time and again, as he pointed toward his buddies and comrades, 'Do you see that long thin line of men in battle array? Those warriors,' he had said to Alan. After a pause, he had continued, 'They make up my military esprit de corps. My fighting unit. It is made up of North Americans, Australians, Vietnamese, and South Koreans. I know that we're different in many ways, but all that I see in front of me are my brothers who are khaki in color. There are no racial or cultural distinctions among us. These men will watch my back on the field of battle as I will watch theirs. Although my fighting unit is made up of many creeds and races, no one here cares how you call G- D or in the way in which you pray.' The interview ended at that point, as the youngster was called to a troop muster." "From Alan's story, I suddenly realized that I was not unique in caring about the fate of humankind. Jenni," Clark said as he clasped her hand, "you, too, care. Why else would you be here in this scientific backwater? You could be working in a safe and pleasant laboratory somewhere in the States making big bucks. As for myself, I am here because Clark Kent could never work for people like Lex Luthor, whose aim is to satisfy a gluttonous appetite for power at the expense of others." "Lex and his confederates represent an ancient notion," Clark added, "which asserts you work and make bread, and I'll eat it. In spite of Lex and people like him, you and I will be triumphant in our struggle against the forces of darkness. Never doubt that good will overcome evil in time. Over the centuries, many tyrants have arisen, held sway for a time, and then pasted into oblivion. So too will Lex Luthor and his schemes for world domination pass into Gehenna, a special place reserved for such reviled creatures. Gandhi was right when he said, 'Only ideas which bring people together in harmony and improve the social conditions of humankind will endure.'" After a few moments more of talking about Lex Luthor, Clark settled down and smiled again at his lovely companion. He hoped that any future meetings between them would involve more than just overwrought and sensational rhetoric. Just as Jenni and Clark were becoming acquainted, Clark noticed Alan beckoning to him. Clark excused himself, indicating he would enjoy seeing her again, if she didn't mind. She said to him as he was leaving, "I'll look forward to hearing from you." As Jenni watched Clark and Alan hurriedly leave the Consulate, she smiled to herself and murmured, "Not only a brilliant guy, but a gorgeous one at that." More important than his intellect or his looks, Jenni thought, were the caring and courteous attitudes he revealed about himself. Clark Kent was certainly a rare bird especially in these times. "I think," Jenni said to herself, "Dr. Kent and I are going to become better acquainted... much better acquainted." As Clark and Alan walked toward the bureau, his thoughts lingered on Jenni. In their brief meeting, he realized that he'd been searching for something or someone for a long time - a life partner or perhaps a soulmate. Although Jenni Fields may not be his life partner, he would always be eternally grateful to her for awaking within his soul the realization that he needed a companion on his journey through life. Over the next several months, Clark and Jenni saw one another as much as their frenzied schedules permitted. Clark was very comfortable with her. Jenni and Clark even found time to coauthor several journal articles, go for long walks around the island, attend concerts or just fantasize about the future. Then one day out of the blue Jenni proposed marriage. Clark was thunderstruck. Although he was quite sure that he was very fond of Jenni, marriage to her was a whole different matter. Before Jenni had a chance to pursue her proposition, Clark put her off by saying that he needed a couple of days to consider her sudden proposal. It took him off guard. That evening Clark flew to Smallville. As he entered the kitchen of his childhood home, he saw his mother cooking breakfast. Hearing a noise, Martha turned around and seeing her boy, extended her arms. Clark walked into his mother's embrace and received a hefty hug and a wet kiss. Holding her son in her loving embrace, she then yelled, "Jonathan, come here. Our son's home." Clark's father rushed into the kitchen and seeing his boy said, "glad to see ya son." Then walking to his boy Jonathan gave him a loving slap on the back. After Martha talked with Clark for a few minutes, she felt that something was troubling her boy. "OK, son," she said, "talk to me. Your face is like a signpost that says, 'Dilemma. I need some advice.'" As Clark began telling his parents about Jenni's marriage proposal, Martha doled out the ice cream and pie to her men folk. While she was doing this mundane chore, her very perceptive mind was shifting into high gear. As Clark rambled on, Martha thought, "Marriage would give him a sense of belonging. It would also provide him with a measure of stability. Of course, the woman would need to accept, without reservation, Clark's off worldly origins." After Clark had finished talking, between bites of his mother's delicious pie a la mode, he sat back and waited for his parents' response. As usual, Martha always had that look of deep concentration when contemplating a weighty problem. From her calm behavior, many people didn't realize that Martha was a very strong woman emotionally, with a keen intellect. She could think on her feet and was not often frightened into inactivity. Of the two, Jonathan was the more pragmatic parent. Under his rather gruff disposition, however, beat a heart of gold. Jonathan and Martha together were an unbeatable combination - one continually strengthening and supporting the other. Their son came to them with a possible life-changing proposition. Jonathan told Clark right off that he really couldn't help him other than support his decision. Martha on the other hand had some uncommon insight, which she believed could resolve her son's dilemma. "Clark," Martha began talking to her son quietly, "just how do you feel about Jenni?" Clark knit his brows and began to mentally list the merits of their togetherness. Then he said to his mother, "She is a very gracious person, Mom. I am comfortable with her in most everything we do jointly or otherwise." After a slight pause, Clark added, "When we do things together we both seem more serene. The turbulences and strife of our work-a- day world tend to fade into the shadows. Being with her very often provides me with a feeling of genuine peace. The chaos in the world seems to be attenuated." After Clark voiced his thoughts, he shrugged his shoulders indicating that he was still unsure of himself with regard to Jenni's proposal. Tell me son, Jonathan asked, "Do you like her a lot?" "Yeah," Clark replied to his father. "Okay," Martha interjected, "we have established that you are deeply attracted to this woman and like her a lot. So what's the problem?" Clark then stared at his parents and remarked, "Mom, Dad, I'm a Kryptonian. The globe said that we mate for life. It also specified that when we found our soulmate the attraction to one's life partner would be immediate and intense. In Jenni's case those particular sensations are just not there." "My son," Jonathan chimed in, "there are no Kryptonian women on this planet. How do we know that the soulmate thing will work with Earth gals?" Jonathan pondered for a few moments and said emphatically, "Clark, stop considering yourself as an alien. You are a human by inclination and choice. Furthermore, you are biologically compatible with the people of this world. Didn't the globe and Charlie inform you that you only differed from Earth people by your unique abilities? As far as your mother and I am concerned, you, Clark, are our beloved son who is just as human as the next guy. To us, Clark, you're a great person. Your ethics and morals are beyond reproach. The extent of your caring about those who suffer and your willingness to help alleviate as much misery as you physically can places you in a unique category. We are so proud of you. Don't ever reproach yourself because of your origins." When he finished his pep talk, Jonathan took a deep breath and became silent. Martha looked lovingly at her husband of thirty-three years and her pride in him swelled within her breast. Jonathan, she knew, was a shy person by nature. Because of his love for Clark, Jonathan had overcome his natural reticence to speak, especially about emotional issues. Because of Clark, he had swept aside his entrenched anxieties to help and support their befuddled son. Martha always was well aware that her husband would go to hell and back for their boy when the need arose. Jonathan, Martha knew, was a man who generally said little outside the home, but did much to comfort those in need. As Martha observed her husband's behavior, she was again reminded that Clark had such a good mentor in Jonathan. Her husband lived by a simple code. Only people mattered and this important concept he'd taught Clark, who accepted it and refined its meaning. Her husband also instilled in their son that there were two kinds of people in this world - those with commitment and those who needed the commitment of others. Clark, they both knew, was a committed person. Somehow Martha understood that her boy would find a way to use his gifts and would be a blessing to humankind. Clark may not as yet have realized the direction his life was taking, but Martha with her simple wisdom understood that destiny had mapped out his trek. Her son had started down a path that would make him a shepherd of Earth's people, especially those in need. By some internal mechanism Martha didn't quite understand, she knew that Krypton's last son would become a blessing to the people of old terra firma. "Well, Mom," Clark asked, "can you help me find a solution to my dilemma?" She smiled at her son and replied, "Maybe. I may not have a complete remedy for your quandary, son, but I can give a mother's guidance." She rose from the table and started to pace to and fro until she finally stopped in front of her boy. Placing her hands on his shoulders Martha said, "Until recently, most people who married did not choose their life partners. Most marriages were arranged by parents. And in some cultures, the betrothed couple frequently didn't see one another until the moment of their wedding. The marriage of men and woman during those times was akin to a business arrangement. While your father and I and most other people in this country would never accept such a tradition, I must say in all fairness that many arranged marriages were surprisingly successful. As you are aware, many countries in the world still use this matrimonial method." After pausing for a few seconds Martha continued, "The men and women in arranged marriages learned first to like each other and in many cases love did blossom in time. It seems that the most important criteria for these arranged marriages was compatibility. You and Jenni seem to possess the selfsame interests. Since you and her in all likelihood will have children, the Kryptonian people will most likely be reborn through your progeny. This fact could be one of the basic reasons your natural parents sent you to us." When Martha finished her powerful message, she smiled and then hugged her son. As Clark was leaving, he turned to his parents and said, "Your common sense, as always, has helped me immensely." He kissed them both and waved goodbye as he launched himself skyward and headed toward Singapore. That evening Clark went to Jenni's apartment intending to accept her proposal of marriage. First though, he had to inform her about his ancestry - he needed to tell her everything. As Clark thought about revealing his super attributes, he became quite apprehensive. He was acutely aware that she must understand and accept his off worldly origins and special abilities. Even if she were repulsed by Clark's revelation, Jenni must be made aware never to talk about Clark's secret. If knowledge of his super powers ever became public, Clark Kent would cease to exist and his parent's safety would be at risk. Because of his mounting apprehensions about revealing his alien roots and his special abilities, Clark began wondering if telling Jenni was a wise choice. Questions and doubts were now flooding his mind. After Jenni knew his secret, would she wish to maintain any kind of relationship with him? Could he trust Jenni to preserve his secret? And, after she was apprised of Clark's special persona, he wondered again whether Jenni would still consider him as an intimate partner, someone she would like to journey through life and beyond with hand in hand? All of his questions and apprehensions abruptly ended, as the door to Jenni's apartment was staring him in the face. After a pause, Clark took a breath and knocked on her door. Some moments later, the door swung wide revealing a beautiful young woman. As she gazed at Clark, Jenni's face lighted up with a special loving smile, which she reserved just for him. Nervously Clark asked, "May I come in?" Jenni smiled inwardly at his formality but understood that Clark's nervous behavior was part of his Kansas upbringing. She was keenly aware that Clark's comportment was a manifestation of his respect for her. When Clark entered Jenni's apartment and they exchanged pleasantries, he asked her to be seated. Then Clark started to pace nervously and slowly to and fro, as he described his past and explained his origins. At first she was incredulous. But, when he gave her the globe and the images it produced which substantiated Clark's claims, she believed. To further confirm his tale and the saga divulged by the globe, Clark clasped Jenni to his breast and levitated them to the ceiling. After a few seconds, hovering just below the roof of the room, he returned to the floor. When he released her, Jenni stumbled to the sofa and nearly collapsed. Clark could sense that her heart rate was extremely rapid and perspiration covered her face. Before continuing, he moistened a towel with cool water and gently wiped her face. Then he sat down and waited for her emotional state to calm down. Finally, she looked at him and said something that knocked his socks off. "Are we biologically comparable?" After Clark recovered from the shock promulgated by her words, he simply replied, "Yes, we are." After Clark got a grip on his composure, he asked her, "Out of curiosity, why did you asked such a question?" "If you accept my proposal," Jenni replied, "I want to be the mother of our children. That wish is a natural consequence of love - our love. Where you came from or whom your natural parents happen to be does not intimidate me. The special abilities your people genetically bequeath to you will make life much more interesting for us. We'll never be bored." Clark was stunned by Jenni's questions and replies to say the least. He could hardly believe his ears. She had accepted him without any qualms. Clark's origins didn't represent a problem for Jenni. Not quite believing his good fortune, Clark asked again, "Are you sure you don't have any apprehensions about me, Jen? "No, my darling," she replied. "You're the sweetest, most thoughtful, and kindest man I've ever known. You are more human than any individual I've ever met." Clark then reached for her and gave her a hug while allowing his lips to brush hers. As they stood there holding one another, Jenni murmured in his ear, "Remember that love conquers all things sweetheart." After a few precious moments holding one another, Clark said in a solemn voice, "Jennifer Fields, I am euphoric about your proposal of marriage. If you still want me as a husband, I would be proud to journey through life with you." With tears pooling in her eyes, she said, "I love you, Clark Kent, with a passion that would make even Cleopatra blush." Catching her breath, she added, "I pray to G-D, the creator of all things, that as we travel the highways of this world, may we always possess the love we pledged to one another this day." When Jenni finished her fervent statement, Clark kissed her, a kiss that was one of affection and a contract between two lovers, full of passion and a promise for tomorrow. As Clark walked towards his apartment that evening, he realized that the acceptance of Jenni's proposal and her unequivocal acceptance of his true self gave him a rush - a spiritual uplifting that he had never before felt. Besides his parents, someone else cared for the real Clark Kent and loved him in spite of his differences. On the following day, after talking and talking through most of the night, Jenni and Clark decided to become husband and wife as soon as possible. A few days later, nuptials between Jennifer Fields and Clark Kent took place on the island of Singapore and were officiated by a local magistrate. Alan, of course, was the best man. Clark and Jenni then visited Clark's parents in Kansas and from there proceeded to see Jenni's mother, Jodi, who resided in Metropolis. Jenni's mother was a widow. Her husband was killed in Vietnam, and his body was never recovered. Jodi never remarried. After the untimely death of her husband, Jodi earned her doctorate in physics with a specialty in genetics and entered the world of research. She was currently employed by STAR labs. * * * For two years after their marriage, Clark and Jennifer were exceedingly active and inventive. Using Clark's String Theory, Jenni derived the mathematical relationships needed for teleportation. From her work, Clark built what he termed teleportation gates. Soon, Clark and his wife were traveling between Singapore, Kansas, and Metropolis on a regular basis. The trip seemed like walking between two adjacent rooms in a house. From his string theory, Clark also conceived and fabricated an interstellar engine and then constructed a spacecraft. For their mutual protection, Clark used his unique abilities to build a special home. Jenni named it "Sanctuary." The platform was placed in a geosynchronous orbit around Mars. Connection between their Singapore condo and Sanctuary was accomplished by a teleportation gate. Attached to their home in space was a fully provisioned laboratory facility. Around "Sanctuary" several cloaking devices were positioned to keep the platform hidden and secure. Their Mars home was constructed by an almost indestructible material Jenni named stabilized neutronium. It was discovered jointly by the Kents while studying the magnetic properties of matter at very low temperatures. Also during these first two years of their marriage, the younger Kents modified their original spacecraft creating an interstellar vessel. It used stabilized neutronium as the hull material and a string engine to drive the ship. This starship, the first of its kind, was berthed adjacent to Sanctuary. Using their interstellar spacecraft, Jenni and Clark visited nearby star systems. To their delight, they found them teaming with life. Several of the newly discovered civilizations were technologically advanced. Unfortunately, one of the most advanced of these societies was also very militant. They called themselves the "Zots" and were trying to develop interstellar space vehicles. The mores of this society made Jenni and Clark anxious. The bellicose nature of these beings caused the Kents to set up several surveillance satellites around the Zots' home world. The Zots had to be watched. By comparison to the Zots' military behavior, Earth's armed forces were like a bunch of kids having a fight in a schoolyard. While observing the Zots' ethically vile world, now dubbed Luthor, Jenni and Clark were sickened by the behavior of its people. They then added to each cloaked surveillance satellite warning devices which would inform them or their descendants when and if this belligerent society was able to leave the confines of their solar system. In the meantime, the hidden satellites would continuously monitor the progress of Luthor's people and continuously send this information to the Kents or their progeny. When the Kents returned to Earth, they began to create weaponry for their home world's defense. Two kinds of ordnance were developed. One was a type of disintegrator weapon which used high energy beams to rip matter to shreds. The other device, which Clark called the "Disrupter," could destroy the very fabric of space itself by thrusting a targeted object and its surrounding void into null space where matter simply ceased to exist. The plans for both these weapons and their working prototypes were placed in a special safe within Sanctuary. He prayed that the Disrupter - the ultimate force of destruction, in Clark's mind - would never need to be used. Slightly more than two years into their marriage, Jennifer and Clark conceived. After a normal pregnancy of two hundred and ninety days, fraternal twin girls were born to the Singapore Kents. The first born, Mara, had blue eyes and red hair. Her features were nearly an equal mix of her parents' features. The other twin, Lara, possessed blond hair and green eyes. As physical beauty is measured, one could consider both girls on the gorgeous scale. When Clark gazed at his daughter Lara, he had a strange feeling that her facial features reminded him of someone - someone he should remember. He just couldn't match her face with the shadowy image that floated just beyond his mental reach. Maybe in time, he thought, after repeatedly viewing his daughter's face, Lara's features would help him recall that image concealed in the recesses of his mind. From the beginning of their marriage, Jennifer and Clark treated Alan as a member of their family - a very close blood relative. After the birth of the Kent children, uncle Alan, as he was affectionately called, became the ideal baby sitter. Alan loved the twins. He treated them as if they were his own flesh and blood. In addition to his nurturing chores, Alan was also kept abreast of Jenni's and Clark's research activities and shared their enthusiasm and triumphs as they probed the mysteries of nature. Like the Kents, Alan, too, used the world-wide teleportation system that Jenni and Clark had discovered and built. With Clark and Jenni's transportation network at his command, Alan was no longer stranded on the isle of Singapore. While Alan traveled to many exotic places across the world, he especially enjoyed his many sojourns to Metropolis. During one of Alan's habitual trips to perhaps the world's greatest city and his visits to the Daily Planet, Alex L. Carnie became curious about the apparent speed that Alan transported himself between Singapore and Metropolis - about twelve thousand miles. He reasoned if it took about fifty-two hours for a normal round trip flight between Singapore and Metropolis, "How could Alan make so many treks between the big US city and his Asiatic post in such a short period?" Since Alex's knowledge and interest in geography were nearly nonexistent, his curiosity soon waned and he finally dismissed the supposedly insignificant thought from his mind. To him, Alan's travels might appear odd, but to his way of thinking not a significant item. So, with a shrug of his shoulders, Alex once again focused on his work. After that, Alex wouldn't have given Alan's travel itinerary a second thought except for the fact that he happened to overhear parts of a conversation between Lois Lane and the Singapore bureau chief. He heard Lois comment, "How's the weather in your neck of the woods at this time of year." "It's always hot there," Alan told Lois. "Singapore is very close to the equator. In fact, when I left this morning it was a broiler." Lois was so engrossed in her article that she missed the significance of Alan's remark. Unfortunately, Alex heard Alan's faux pas and was aware of its significance. From that moment on, Alex recorded Alan's arrival time to the newsroom floor and the moment he left the paper. Unfortunately, Alan had to make three additional trips to Metropolis that week. Like a machine, Carnie noted when Alan Jacobs appeared at the Planet and when he left the bullpen. After each visitation, Alex waited an hour and then called the Planet's Singapore bureau. When his call was answered by the switchboard operator, he requested to speak with the bureau chief. After a few moments a voice answered - "Hello, Alan Jacobs here." Without saying a word, Alex made some hissing noises with his mouth which sounded like line static and hung up. Alex L. Carnie was now certain that the Daily Planet's Singapore bureau chief was flitting between Asia and the East coast of North America at rates that could not be achieved by Earth's current scientific and engineering abilities. After Alex digested the ramifications of his discovery, he believed that his uncle would be very interested in Alan's travel itineraries. Smiling, Alex Luthor Carnie picked up the phone and proceeded to dial an untraceable phone number. Over the next two years, Alan was shadowed each time he appeared in Metropolis area. A report followed each time Alan visited Metropolis and was mailed to a very private post office box. * * * Shortly after the Kent twins were born, unsettling events began to occur in the region adjacent to Singapore. People from interior villages of Malaysia and Sumatra were appearing in the cities in ever increasing numbers. Although there were many rumors, they all seemed to be juxtaposed to a single theme. Bandits were said to be attacking rural villages and enslaving the people. The babble in the market place also told of villagers being made to burrow in the Earth. Stories of machines that flew were also mixed with the refugee's seemingly tall tales. It was also murmured in the bazaars that aircraft were landing in the conquered areas and hauling dirt away mined by the villagers. By studying the rather crude information gathered from the refugees and the scuttlebutt from the market places, Alan and Clark became intrigued with the mounting info. When the data was correlated, both reporters smelled a major story in the making. One night, when the moon and stars were obscured by a heavy overcast, Clark and Alan hovered above one of the captured hamlets - Alan was in a piggyback position on Clark's shoulders. From their elevated position, they saw men, with whips, driving the natives, as they mined the Earth. Surrounding the village was a troop of heavily armed mercenaries. Obscured by the blackness of the night, Clark and Alan descended into a small jungle clearing near an occupied village. From this position Clark was better able to scout the area. Then, using his vision gizmo to avoid detection, Clark levitated Alan and himself over the sentinels and landed within the hamlet. Once inside the village, they quietly floated toward the command hut. Alighting near the cabin entrance, Clark entered the control structure at super speed and immobilized its occupants. When he had finished subduing the hut's occupants, Alan entered and the two of them started to examine the documents scattered about a table located in the center of the one room structure. As Alan searched the papers, Clark watched for hostile activity and contacted the law enforcement authorities. In less than ten minutes, a contingent of the national militia arrived in helicopter gun ships. After a brief firefight, the bandits were routed and most of them were captured. After the skirmish ended, there arose such a cry of exaltation from the villagers that the ground shook. These enslaved souls were now freed from their tyrannical servitude. Looking at Clark, Alan could see tears of joy streaming from his eyes as he heard the villagers thanking their gods for their deliverance. Soon after the battle of liberation ended, Clark examined the piles of Earthen material mined by the natives. While Clark had the earthen material studied, Alan discovered information that linked a subsidiary of LexcCorp to the militant mining operation that had been crushed. The first part of their project to pull Lex Luthor from his pedestal had been accomplished. With their expose, both reporters hoped that the ensuing trial it launched would lead to a conviction and the incarceration of Lex Luthor. At the lab adjacent to Sanctuary, Clark discovered that the mined materials consisted mainly of platinum and gold with trace amounts of other ores. The environs around the village were a miner's treasure house and contained substantial deposits of these precious metals. The particular materials found in and about the native villages had become very important commodities in recent years. Not only were they used by the jewelry industry, but platinum and gold had become essential components in the production of electronic devices. Clark's enslavement story was published under his alias Kal Ellis, which Clark emailed to Perry. Alan brought the hard facts, which supported Clark's slavery expose. As Perry expected, after publishing Clark's expose, Luthor came storming into the Planet newsroom with an army of lawyers soon after the morning edition of the Planet hit the streets. Reading the Ellis article, Luthor's fertile mind perceived an opportunity. He immediately thought how a protracted lawsuit might destroy one of his chief adversaries, the Daily Planet. However, when he was confronted with the documents that Alan had located in the liberated village, Lex sheepishly and quickly altered his combative attitude. Lex Luthor was a master of shifting blame to others. Realizing his dilemma, he said to Perry, "I had no knowledge of the barbaric operation Kal Ellis talked about in his article. That mining operation was directed by the president of Minetech, one of LexCorp's many subsidiaries." Later that day, Lex showed the Planet's editor and inspector Henderson information fraudulently manufactured by his attorneys and accountants which essentially cleared him of all wrong doings. Again the devil's disciple, with the aid of his vast financial empire, had succeeded in transferring the blame to one of his cronies. Like he had in the past, Lex allowed one of his associates to take the fall for his felonious actions. In the coming months, Clark and Alan uncovered four more illegal ventures in the region in and around Singapore. Each, of course, controlled by a different subsidiary or client company of LexCorp. Although these illicit operations were quashed, Lex avoided the clutches of the law in each case by allowing others to be convicted for his villainous actions. As Clark was finishing his fifth story on LexCorp's Asian companies and their nefarious schemes, he said to Alan, "When the guillotine ultimately falls on Lex for some infraction or other, it will also drop for all those who were destroyed by Lex's evil stratagems. Justice grinds slowly, but in the end most outrages against humanity were ameliorated, and perpetrators of their evil pay the piper of retribution." For each of Clark's exposes about the rot and corruption associated with LexCorp, he received a Kerth under the guise of his AKA, Kal Ellis. At this period in his life, only Alan and his wife knew that Kal Ellis was in reality Clark Kent. While the three of them were toying with the idea that Perry should be told of the Ellis - Kent connection, their thoughts had not crystallized on this subject. They were fearful that if Luthor discovered the Ellis connection to the Planet, Clark would be expelled from the Singapore office by Luthor's political sycophants on the island. Lex was buddy with many of Singapore's government officials, who were not over friendly toward the international press corp. However, one idea did materialize from Clark's and Alan's adventures. They realized that a secret identity could be a most useful way to cope with difficult rescue situations. While the thought had not fully crystallized in Kent's mind, the idea of a secret identity, which could protect his super identity and his family, began to meld. After five unsuccessful operations in the Indonesian archipelago, LexCorp suspended all of its activity in the region. For the first time in many years, Lex was forced to withdraw from one of his many illicit operations. The battle between Lex and the various legal systems in the area lasted nearly three years and ended just as Jennifer Fields Kent gave birth to a son. Jenni and Clark named the boy Joshua Seth. Josh, as he was called, brought unbelievable joy to both parents. He was a good baby and was over indulged by his parents and adoring sisters, themselves still just toddlers. On a delightful spring day, Jenni placed her infant son into a baby carrier and trotted-off to a regional science meeting at the US Consulate. Throughout the meetings, on that faithful day, Josh lay at his mother's feet. From the infant's position, the baby could easily examine his strange surroundings. Josh was so intrigued by his adventure that he didn't make much of a fuss as the meeting progressed. He seemed to sense from his mother's aura that it was important that he behave. So Joshua Kent patiently waited for the loving attention which Jenni normally lavished upon him. As the meeting began winding down, a group of about thirty masked men suddenly invaded the Consulate. In the melee that followed, Jenni and her son were among the first to be taken hostage and murdered by the terrorists when the Singapore military began to assault the consulate building. Clark was at work when the news of his wife and son's murder reached the newsroom. When Clark was notified of the tragedy, his legs buckled. The man from Kansas became extremely distraught and had great difficulty accepting the horrific news about his wife and child. Upon hearing the ghastly news, Alan rushed out of his office and embraced his friend in a vain attempt to comfort his spiritual brother. The pain expressed in his eyes became a window which allowed those present in the newsroom to see the anguish in Clark's soul. As Clark looked into Alan's face, tears were already streaming from his eyes and cascading down his face. Clark, after a time, was finally able to obtain a measure of control over his distraught body. He then looked skyward and asked that proverbial question which has no answer. "Why?" Then, sobbing once more, almost hysterically, Clark slowly slipped to the floor alternately sobbing and hollering in a vain attempt to stop the anguish and grief that now had overwhelmed him. When at last Clark again regained a measure of control over his mind and body, he found himself lying on a couch in an office he and Alan shared. Looking up, Clark saw a very worried Alan Jacobs hovering over him. He smiled at his friend, which alleviated some of the worry that was written on the bureau chief's face. Breathing a sigh of relief, Jacobs said, "Kent, I know there is nothing I can say that will comfort you, but hang on. People, including myself need you." Pausing for a moment, Alan added, "You know, Clark, memory is a funny thing. It molds a man. From the time a man can remember things, his most significant memories are those given to him by women: mother, sisters, first sweetheart, and most importantly his wife. Even those women he might like to forget provide him with memories that may help sometimes." "No, my friend, there is nothing I can say that will give you comfort. You're like me now, a person with a memory. But we're not alone in this conflict with terror, which is spreading through our world and kills without reason and doesn't care that their horrific acts of terror leave men without wives, women without their husbands, without children, without a single thing they hold dear. For those men and women there is a job to do. To fight, with words, with arms, if necessary, to purge the world from the fear and horror that the terrorist causes." Pausing to collect his thoughts, Alan added, "Yes, Clark, we must fight to destroy destruction. We gotta extinguish the mindless devastation so that the world can move toward your utopian dream. That's our job, Clark. G-D grant that we are successful." "If you decide to go against the enemies of civilization, you'll need help, my friend. Even with your super abilities, you will need support, at times. Remember, people who side with evil are legion and cunning." * * * Two days later at the Kent farm, Clark and his daughters, Martha and her husband Jonathan, Jennifer's mother, Jodi, and Alan were standing over two freshly prepared graves - the final resting places of his beloved wife Jennifer and their infant son Joshua. As the breeze washed over them, Clark, leaning his head on his mother's shoulder, haltingly said, "Death should have come to her as a friend surrounded by her children and her children's children at the end of a long and fruitful lifetime. Instead, it came to her as a maniac bringing terror and took her life like a thief in the night. In its murderous orgy which extinguished her existence, death also devoured the living spirit of our newly born son ending his tender existence." Taking a deep breath, Clark added, "I know these horrible events happened, but my mind and soul cannot fully accept the fact that my beloved wife Jennifer and our young son have been spirited away by the pale horseman." "It will take time for your soul to find peace, my son," Martha quietly said. "You must look to your daughters now. They will need you more in the days and weeks to come." Martha then added, "Clark, you may yet be fortunate. You could in time find another person to share your life." "Unless she's my soulmate," Clark answered his mother, "I probably would be loth to marry again." "Clark," Jonathan chimed in, "Mara and Lara will need a woman's touch especially when they reach puberty. A helpmate who has experienced the difficulties that your girls will face when they reach that time in their lives. I feel that a woman's influence will be needed to help guide my granddaughters through the difficult transition from children to young adults." After pondering his father's words for a moment, Clark replied, "I understand what you are trying to tell me. It is logical. However, in order for me to contemplate marriage again, I must experience a love that is reciprocated, like the one between Jennifer and myself, and connects our souls." Pausing for a moment, Clark added, "Anyway, this loss of my beloved wife has sapped my desire to look for another life partner. Also, I don't know whether I have enough love left within me to share my life with someone else a second time around." "My son," Jonathan replied to his boy, "love is one of life's great gifts. It is never diminished nor becomes diluted when you spread it around. You're exhausted now from emotional stress. Listen to your papa. In time, your body and mind will heal and your spirit will rejoin the human community." Martha looked at her husband and said, "Jonathan, you old dog, when did you become a closet philosopher?" Jonathan just smiled at his wife and held out his arms. Martha quickly stepped into her husband's loving embrace. As they hugged, Martha's and Jonathan's lips met renewing their undying devotion they had for one another. The romantic interlude of the elder Kents helped ease some of the pain and frustration that pervades the funeral of a cherished partner. As the funeral party returned to the Kent farmhouse, the sky opened and a cleansing rain washed over them. The silence between the mourners walking towards the house matched the roaring of the thunder resounding throughout the heavens keeping cadence with Clark's anguish. After a mourning period, which lasted a month, a Kryptonian custom, Clark and his daughters returned to their Singapore home. Clark still had six months remaining to fulfill his commitment to the Planet's news bureau. He intended to honor his contract in spite of the great sorrow that made him want to run away and hide. A month after Clark and his girls returned to Singapore, Jodi Fields arrived at the Kent's Asiatic abode. She had taken an extended leave of absence from STAR labs to help her son-in-law and granddaughters readjust to the normal patterns of life. In her heart, Clark was not an in-law, but the son she never had. One evening several weeks after Jodi's arrival in Singapore, she said to Clark, "Can I speak to you? "Sure," he replied. "Let's go to the den." As Jodi made herself comfortable, Clark poured a half carafe of wine from the cooler. As they enjoyed their repast, Jodi quietly said, "It's obvious that my daughter loved you beyond what mere words could ever express. I could sense the love that welled up within her when she either embraced you or your children. Together you and she and your kids created an island of pure delight, surrounded by a sea of tortured humanity. I noticed that only those you loved could enter your special sanctuary - myself, your parents, and Alan to be specific. We were your world. In your safe harbor, Jenni and you could be your true selves. I thought that I knew you, Clark, but now I'm not so sure." Clark was startled and asked, "What do you mean, Jodi?" "Several evenings ago," she replied, "I saw your daughters - my grandchildren - floating above their beds as they slept. Naturally, I was somewhat shocked. Their behavior, I must admit, peeked my scientific curiosity, and I started to carefully scrutinize my grand kids. I became aware that when I converse with the girls, it was like talking to a colleague at the lab. They are both consummate musicians. They played a piano and violin duet for me that would be the envy of any concertizing artist. The results of the different IQ tests I gave them were meaningless. They achieved scores way beyond the top end of the inelegance scale. You children, Clark - my granddaughters - are the most brilliant people on this planet. Please tell me what in hell's going on." After recovering from his surprise, Clark thought to himself, "Now I know from whom Jenni inherited her inductive prowess." Clark then focused on Jodi and said to her, "Have some more wine, relax, and listen to a fantastic tale." He then told Jodi the entire story of his journey from Krypton to his present situation. "If you want further details about my childhood," he added, "talk to my parents. Since they consider you a member of our family, I don't think there will be a problem with them jawing with you." Jodi patted Clark on the shoulder and said, "Thanks for telling me that incredible story. I want you to know, my son, that I'll always keep the knowledge of your origin a secret. Not only will my silence keep you safe, but it will also safeguard my grandchildren. When my time comes to depart this life, the Kent-Kyptonian family secret will be interred with my mortal remains." "Since we're talking about life and death, Clark, when my time comes," Jodi asked, "I'd like to be buried next to my daughter and grandson." Clark embraced Jodi and lovingly said in a voice filled with anguish, "I will honor your wish, Mom." Then Clark smiled and added, "Let's stop talking about death." Clark then raised his glass of wine and remarked, "May the pale horseman arrive at our doorstep many, many years from now. You and I have a lot of living to do between now and then. We - my parents, you, Alan and I - have two very gifted girls to raise. And, I'll need all of your abilities to help me fulfill Jenni's and my expectations pertaining the girls." Sometime during the next several months, Clark installed a teleportation gate in Jodi's Metropolis apartment. He introduced her to sanctuary and took her and the kids on several interstellar trips to neighboring solar systems. As they sat alone one evening Jodi said to Clark, "Thanks for showing me other star systems and the life forms they harbor. I always felt living entities existed beyond our world. Just knowing has satisfied a burning curiosity." "Clark," Jodi asked, "just how are the girls being educated?" Clark then took his mother-in-law by the hand and led her to what appeared to be a chest-of-drawers. Stopping in front of the furniture, Clark said, "Charlie, activate the library system." Immediately, two holograms appeared and asked, "What are your needs?" Clark replied, "This Earth woman," pointing to Jodi, "is Mara and Lara's maternal grandmother. Allow her to have access to the library learning unit. Also, allow her to contribute to the education of her grandchildren." "Affirmative," the holograms responded as they faded from view. Returning to the living room, Clark explained to Jodi that all of Krypton's knowledge had been electronically encoded into the fabric of his survival spacecraft which transported with him to Earth. Since Clark's arrival on Earth, the wisdom of his new home world has been slowly added to the Kryptonian library. Seating themselves, Clark commented, "Linked to the library is an artificial intelligence unit, an AI, which functions as both an educator and a librarian. The girls and I affectionately call the AI unit Charlie. Like most Kryptonians," Clark then informed her, "the girls began their education at the age of one year." Clark's formal instruction also began at this age. He further told Jodi that at sixteen Mara and Lara would enter a University. Their education, at whatever institution of higher learning they matriculated would not be to obtain factual or skill oriented instruction, but more to enhance their sociological maturation. Their actual knowledge base and adroitness upon entering a university environment would already be many hundreds of millennia in advance of Earth's current civilization. Learning about mature boy - girl relationships would be probably the main goal of attending a university. Interaction with people of their own age, Clark hoped, would help then find a soulmate or life partner - preferably a life partner who is a soulmate. When Clark had completed his description of the girls' learning program, Jodi was content. As she pondered her son-in-law's plans, she somehow knew without quite understanding the reasons behind her feelings that her granddaughters would someday soon become a blessing to this world. When Clark's contract expired at the Planet's Singapore bureau, he moved himself and the girls to his boyhood home in Smallville. Jodi returned to STAR labs and resumed her research activities. Although the Singapore clan had dispersed, most every weekend Jodi and Alan visited the farm via the teleportation network. These visits had the effect of further bonding Jodi, Alan, and the five Kents into a strong, loving family unit. After a sojourn of several months at his boyhood home, Clark purchased a townhouse in Metropolis and started to do some freelance work. Alan submitted Clark's articles to the Planet via the wire service. In this way, Clark Kent began to accumulate news clips, which would enhance his resume. Sometime soon, Clark knew that he would apply for a position at the Metropolis branch of the Daily Planet. While becoming acquainted with Metropolis, Clark also began using his super abilities to assist people without their direct knowledge. As more and more Metropolitans reported mysterious rescues and life saving activities, the Metropolis Star began publishing articles about what it termed "miracle rescues" using the title "Angels In Town." The Planet semi-ignored Clark's covert activities because hard evidence was lacking. Perry White would not put a story to bed without strong supporting evidence, especially when it smelled like UFO material. The Planet's best investigative reporter, Lois Lane, and its Editor-In-Chief, Perry White, had some juicy head knockers over this particular issue. Because of her gifted intuitive sense, Lois suspected that there were just too many strange occurrences in and around the city for them to be completely random events, or as Perry would say, without hard facts it would sound like a story straight out of the National whisper. Although Perry wasn't buying, Lois would bide her time and watch for any unusual occurrences. Three months after settling in Metropolis, Clark approached Perry for a job. With his excellent credentials and an outstanding recommendation from Alan Jacobs, Clark received a probationary position. Studying Clark's writing style, Perry's instincts told him that the new hire and Lane's news styles were complimentary. If they could jell on an emotional level he mused, "Those two could develop into one of the greatest news teams of all times. Ah," he thought, "there was Lois' attitude." She was a lone wolf, and self centered. No one had been able to partner with Lois for any length of time without running for the hills. Because of her past life experiences, Lois was not a trusting soul. Aside from Perry, whom she considered a surrogate father, and Jimmy as a kid brother, all others in the newsroom were just simply competition. The ones she really despised were those few colleagues who constantly harassed her. Lois, in general, rarely displayed any warm feelings toward any individuals working in the bullpen area. Her deal was for the most part very professional. "Ah heck," he murmured, "I'll hook them up for a few months and hope for the best." "Lois," Perry yelled across the newsroom, "get into my office, now." From Perry's tone of voice, Lois knew something was up. When Lois had seated herself in Perry's inner sanctum she was promptly informed about a newly hired reporter. Lois was then informed that she would be partnered with Clark Kent during his probation period. After the full impact of Perry's words washed over her, Lois got an incredulous look on her face and shrieked, "I work alone. You want to partner me with someone who reeks of pig's swill, a hick from the sticks who writes with a cracker barrel style. Have you lost your marbles? How's a guy from nowheresville going to pull his weight on this newspaper, especially in my investigations." "Look," Perry said, "he'll be with you only during his probationary period. After that we'll see." Hearing Perry's words, Lois knew exactly how to extradite herself from this intolerable situation. Therefore, she grudgingly agreed to the chief's demands. After Lois quieted down, Perry and she went to the conference room where Clark was waiting. As they entered, Clark rose as Perry introduced him t