This is Bömbörtsög. Here, the Mongolic nations are a superpower.

It's another day on the top story of L-Corp's HQ tower. L-Corp's CEO, Lex Luthor, must slave away, pretending to be a well-meaning philanthropist, who doesn't have any hard feelings towards alien immigrants and/or refugees whatsoever.

Outward and downward, the Luthor Family Children's Hospital admits, and cares for, injured human children. Or rather, the human children here are treated the most like angels. For the alien children, their chances are fifty/fifty. The hospital is, after all, financed by a human supremacist...

For parts of the day, Lex browses the halls, smiling, each time he sees a human child being cared for with the hearts of angels. Some of the nurses racks and asses catch his eye...but not so much so that he gets carried away. Lex loves his work too much...as well as himself. He will NEVER settle down. Smallville is little more than a relic to him...as is Lana Lang. Some day soon, Lois Lane will be too...whether he realizes it or not.

Here and there, Lex passes a room where an alien child is being treated. Most aliens have superhuman quirks; he can tell just by looking. OTOH, Clark Kent also looks like a human, to those who don't know what he really is...as does Kara Danvers.

Lex scoffs, and walks by, trying not to dwell on his prejudices. One thing he's learned throughout the years is that in times of plenty, racism and bigotry do NOT make good salesmanship tactics.

The sun gets lower in the sky. Lex heads on back to his office, on the top story of the HQ tower of his company, and does some paperwork.

Violently, his fingers virtually generate smoke, as they hammer away at his desktop's keyboard. There's always so much to type, and never enough time to type it. At least for his company's development, he doesn't have to call anyone.

His typing hands have gotten stronger, with time. He's a long way from getting carpal tunnel, for sure...even if he's much farther from regrowing the hair on his head. #whathair?!

On a shelf near his desk, he keeps a citrine-jeweled ring, in a black case. This is the sum of his greed, as a businessman...and as Superman's secret competitor...and Green Lantern's...and Hawkman's...and Martian Manhunter's...and Cyborg's...and Capt. Atom's...

It usually happens...and it does. Lex strikes a key on the keyboard so hard, it springs away, and breaks the keyboard. He sighs, and stands. "EVE," he shouts. "GET ME A NEW KEYBOARD!"

Lex leaves, to go get some coffee. In his absence, Eve Teschmacher happily skips and bounds, as she takes away the trashed keyboard, and replaces it with a new one, fresh from Kord Industries.

In a room down the hall, mongeese are kept in cages. They're from Singapore, Brunei, Thailand, Cambodia, and some of the Malaysian States. They're fed coffee, and raised for their poop. Their poop is regarded as some of the highest-quality coffee in the world...for the few of my fellow American millennials who can imagine that without having a gag reflex.

Thankfully, Lex doesn't drink the coffee in the same room where the mongoose poop is harvested. His ego is too big for that; LUTHOR too big.

From the tap, he secretes his own coffee. He stands still, and drains it by the cup. Around him, clocks tick. One of them has William Tockman's autograph on it.

He drinks several cups. Once he's done, he discards the cup, and retires to the men's room. In here, he irrigates the porcelain. He closes his eyes, and tries to relax.

This has always been hard for him. He's always been more secure behind a factory wheel, making sure it doesn't stop spinning...so to speak. Ugh; if only Eve didn't spend so damn long changing the keyboard for his desktop...

From behind, an amazon's finger taps Lex on the shoulder. Cock still out, Lex whirls, and confronts his amazon bodyguard...

"Sorry to bother you," Ms. Graves flaps her bobbed raven hair.

"No you're not." Lex stuffs his hardening cock back in, and zips his pants. He's almost thankful Ms. Graves didn't see it harden.

"There's been an escape from CADMUS," she tells him. "Should I warn the city?"

Lex shakes his head. "No; we mustn't expose our incompetent reputation to the public until we know for a fact that our guys can't recapture who's escaped."

"Would...you like to know who escaped?"

"It doesn't matter to me, Mercy. They're all just objects with names to me...at least until we can get them rehabilitated and repurposed. And based on the fact that this one escaped before his release, we can only assume that this one ISN'T ready to be trusted outside of power-dampening cuffs...or a power-dampening cell...or a kryptonite-lined cell, if it was a kryptonian..."

"Actually..."

"Is there anything else, Ms. Graves? I really need to get back to work."

At long last, Lex retires back to his desk. To his liking, the keyboard works perfectly. Eve might not be a nerd...but she's sure tech-savvy enough for the higher ranks of L-Corp.

She's left a note on his desk. It's got hearts, Xs, and Os scribbled all over it...

Lex scoffs, trashes this note, and gets back to work. He's a bit calmer than before...but that won't last.

Behind him, there's a glass wall. It overlooks the city. He would be, too...if he were facing it. Clearly, it hasn't yet crossed his mind to be on his guard, if Superman ever comes along, and tries to attack him from behind...

Across the darkening evening sky, a kryptonian man flies. He wears a black suit, and a matching cape. He flies faster than Superman. His cape bears five stars, all in a circle...like a five-star general's insignia.

In his office, Lex keeps working. He doesn't even hear a civil emergency siren wail. But then, he's the one who's just ordered against it.

Behind him, a black artillery shell keeps getting bigger and bigger. And then it hits him...from behind, at Mach 1.5...right after shattering the glass wall behind Lex to shards.

Now, Zod has got Lex's back up against the wall...and a hand around his throat. Zod's got all the wrath of Annihilus in his eyes.

"Human persecutor," he roars. "Prepare to breathe your last breath...at the hands of General Zod!"

"I would," Lex wheezes, "if you'd just...loosen this hand, and...give me room TO breathe!"

With a hammer fist, Zod pounds Lex in the forehead. He cries out...as the fist makes an echo throughout the hall.

"Silence, human degenerate! I will exterminate your species one at a time. As a foolish human supremacist, and the worst of them all, YOU will be the first of them to die tonight!"