Dislaimer: I don't own Superman Returns, or even Superman. I own nothing but the plot. I am not making any money off this.
The crystal mass floated silently through the vacuum, inching gradually through space as it orbited the hot yellow star. It was relatively small, especially when compared to the massive planets that it hovered between, but still impressive in its malice. The surface was black, but not like the vacuum surrounding it. It was lusterless, and faded, as if all the life had been washed from it. Across the surface spread poisonous green veins, letting out a sickly glow that gave the place an eerie light. Massive columns stretched from the base, menacing the stars. A few had fallen, and were strewn haphazardly over the ground, monuments toppled by an azure and crimson god. From under one protruded a hand, stark white contrasting against the black void. Near it lay a broken camera and a few dented suitcases, the contents of one strewn across the surface. A hundred yards away lay the only brilliance on this lackluster desert: six crystals, clear as glass and shining with the brilliance of tiny stars.
Near the mass, heading nearer, was a small throng of crystals, unlike either the polluted abominations or the brilliant prisms. It was black, dark as night, and shined like obsidian. It drifted nearer and nearer, until it finally touched down on the surface. Shoots began to grow off it, plunging into the surface as the object glowed brighter and brighter.
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The glow began to spread, permeating the dark crystals that made up the island. A protuberance began to grow, extending upwards. First one, then two, then the two connected, shaping themselves. Legs. A waist. A torso. Arms. Finally, a head: a featureless orb that struck fear into the watching stars and planets, casting a cold shadow wherever it went. Soundlessly, the legs broke away from the ground, and the vaguely humanoid figure began to move, tilting its head mechanically. BrainIAC was here.