Experimentation.
That was the spice of life at times. If not for that than life would become unbearably boring. Especially so when you can control the actions of a crowd, or even a single person, with but a word.
Stop. Go. Give me that. Kill that person.
All remarkable simple commands with implications beyond thought.
But here I am. Away from New York City, away from my Jessica, experimenting.
With all the news about a 'Supergirl' coming out of National City, I had to find out for myself. Could my word control the 'Girl of Steel'? The 'Last Girl of Krypton' as it were.
Standing here, in broad daylight, holding up a bank and waiting for her to show up was becoming infuriating. Jessica had spoiled me rotten in that regard.
And then she showed up, blue jersey, red skirt and all…