I wake up a few minutes later. I'm still handcuffed. I'm being walked
outside to a squad car there's a crowd outside now. I look to the right
and there's a Red Lamborghini. Jonathan and Martha Kent are standing
outside the Talon, holding each other closely. Tears unhindered. I look
up and see Lex's distinctive face. Tears are coming down in unremitting
grief. He looks up at me and with a chilling hate. "You bastard!" he
screams. "He was my only friend, he was the only friend I ever had! He
was my only friend, my only friend. He was good, he was so good. God,
you bastard," he says.
I do not feel my legs move I barely see the crowd around me, I feel the condemning eyes burn through me. Murderer. Murderer. Murderer.
Mercifully I'm placed inside the squad car. I want to hide my face I want to fade away from the hateful eyes. I wish I could slip away anywhere but the adrenaline rush isn't in me so I stay. I get to the police station and there's a crowd there too. I barely feel connected to my body as I'm lead through the crowd of jeerers into the police station and the interrogation room.
I try to speak, but the horrors of the past day have constricted my breath and closed my throat. I close my eyes breathe out and let in a long breath. I say, "Ethan, I didn't do this. Lex did it."
"Lex?" Ethan says, "Did you just see him?"
"He's acting," I said.
"Best damn acting job I ever saw."
"I know he killed them."
"Whitney," Ethan says, as if he's talking to an especially slow child, "Everyone knows that Clark was Lex's best friend and Lana's business partner. What reason would he have to kill them?"
"I don't know, why would I want to kill them?"
"While you were passed out I found out about the scarecrow incident."
"From Lex?"
"From Lex and a few other sources."
"That was last year, " I said, "Me and Clark have been getting along since then and Lana broke up with me while I was in basic training."
"Whitney you strung Clark up in a field for letting Lana kiss him on the cheek."
"That was last year!"
"Yes and you come back from basic training after serving your country hoping to work things out with Lana, you go to the Talon early before the shop opens and you see Clark and Lana doing what two naked teenagers do. While you were serving your country that Bitch was getting it on with Clark and she couldn't even wait ONE DAMN DAY after you were gone to rub your face in it! You walk in, you see those two and you snap. I can understand, so will a jury. But if you keep sticking with this "Lex did it line."
"It's NOT a line. Lex DID do it!"
"I'm trying to help you, Whitney."
"Oh, yeah, right."
"Come on Whitney, Come on! Lex was Clark's best friend, he was Lana's business partner, he never dated Lana, he never strung Clark up in a field. You're the only person in this entire town that has ever expressed any hatred towards Clark Kent. You're the only one in this town with a motive--"
"Lex, did it."
"That makes Zero sense, Whitney,"
"Do you think it makes sense to me!?" I don't know why he did it, I can't explain what's happening I don't know what's happening, I only know that Lex is somehow causing it. You've gotta believe me," I say trying to get up off the chair, " It's the truth, I know it's the truth, you gotta believe me," I say and slip
forward
to
a bedroom. I'm getting dressed I'm looking in a mirror. My hair is thinning and it's more difficult for me to move. I barely recognize the face in the mirror and If it weren't for the other events of the past two days, I'd probably shout. I'm older, I don't know how much older, but it looks like I'm at least fifty
"Believe what, dear?" I hear a familiar voice say. I turn and see Chloe, she's calling me dear, but I can tell that it's only from force of habit. If there ever was love there, it faded years ago.
"Uh, nothing honey," I say, I'm holding a tie. I've only worn a tie twice in my life and both times my mother put it on for me. I attempt to do it twice and muddle it both times. My hands are shaking slightly making it more difficult.
"What the hell are you doing?" Chloe says.
"I don't know, I seem to be all thumbs today," I say and smile.
"God, I used to love that smile," she says. "I don't see it anymore, not a real smile. I see you with a backslapping ass kissing smile. I see you with an in control smile. But a real smile is something I don't see anymore," she says and finishes tying my tie. "There, perfect," she says and smiles at me. It's almost genuine.
I follow Chloe out the bedroom door. Two children come tumbling out. "Mommy! Daddy! Are you going to see Uncle Lex now?" they say in unison.
"Yes," Chloe answers.
"Will he give us presents?" the little girl asks.
"Doesn't he always give you presents?" Chloe asks.
"Yes," the little girl says.
"So do you think he's going to give you presents this time?"
"Yes." the little girl says, clutching closer at a blanket
"Ok, so give your daddy and me a big hug, we have to get going, we can't be late."
We walk out the door and we don't step more then three feet past the door when Chloe pulls me closer. I think she's going to kiss me on the cheek but instead she whispers harshly in my ear, "I can understand why you have to go to the mother fuckers dinner party, I can understand why you have to work for him, I can understand why you have to kiss his ass, but I can't understand why you let them call that mother fucker Uncle." For the first time I smell the bourbon on her breath and the unmistakable tottering walk of the drunk.
"You're drunk," I say.
"Of course I'm fucking drunk, how the hell do you expect me to sit in the company of him for the next two hours without being sloshed. I hate you for making me do this."
"I'm sorry," I say.
"Yeah, well, I've heard that shit before." she says.
It's only then that I look around the home that I'm walking out of is actually a huge and opulent mansion. It's beauty mired only by the massive armed security and electric fences surrounding it. We walk up to the gates and two guards, armed with machine guns open the gate. Despite their arms I can tell that they are terrified of me.
A limousine is in front and a driver comes around and he opens the door for me with the same look of terror in his eyes. We get in but not before I notice the cars in front of us and the cars behind us. I have a motorcade larger then any Presidents. Who the hell am I?
We get in the car and I hear the familiar, but older voice of Rush Limbaugh blaring out through the radio. "We hear all these little liberals whining about civil liberties, about the concentration of all that wealth and power-"
"Do we HAVE to listen to this? I HATE this guy ," I say.
Chloe looks at me like I'd lost my mind. Yes, we DO have to listen to him Rush Limbaugh is the vice president of Lex Corp. in charge of information distribution . Him and Fox news are the only news station allowed. You appointed Rush yourself and you got rid of the other stations for being "too liberal." In fact YOU were the one who made it a crime not to listen to him. Are you feeling ok?"
"Big government HAD it's chance," I hear the voice say over the radio, "Was big government able to end world hunger? No. Was big government able to stop drug abuse? No. Was big government able to stop all unemployment? No. But Lexcorp, in the five years since it's abolished world government has done all this."
The words cascade off me, "Abolished world government," I see people walking down the streets as my motorcade goes by. I see them looking up and seeing my motorcade and beginning to run quickly, furtively glancing at me not wanting me to catch their eyes.
"Liberals will have you believe that it's a bad thing to have ninety percent of the worlds wealth and power concentrated in the hands of one man," Rush says. "These are the same liberals that used to yammer on and on about the wealthiest 1%. Remember? Liberals JUST. DON'T. GET. IT. In this world there are people that win, and people that lose and Lex Luthor is a winner. He won because he's smarter and more capable then anyone else. But liberals, hate big business. They hate success. They hate people being smarter then they are. They can't believe anyone is smarter then they are. They hate winners. But most of all they hate Lex Luthor. They want to go back to the days where the liberal media-"
Chloe whispers in my ear, "They abolished all other news media years ago and all entertainment shows have to meet his approval but he STILL can't stop crying about the liberal media."
"Where the liberal media can tell us that homosexuality is ok. That school prayer is immoral. That abortion on demand is a right all women should possess. That drug addicts are victims, that personal responsibility is an unreasonable expectation."
The car stops and the chauffeur comes around to let us out. We're in the front of a skyscraper that has to be at least 20 stories bigger then any currently in existence there is an army surrounding it. There's Commanche helicopters circling it and men with helmets and Kevlar vests and full riot gear.
I get out of the limmo and try not to stare at my surroundings. Chloe is obviously used to this sight and walks up the steps to the skyscraper casually. I follow closely behind her.
We get inside the building and the elevator door open automatically for us. "Greetings Chloe and Whitney, please stand by for a retinal scan." the elevator says and a blue light shines in our eyes. "Thank you," the elevator says. "Would you like to see Lex now."
"That would be just swell," Chloe says. The guard who is with us looks as if Chloe's sarcasm were lethal.
We walk into a room of inconceivable grandeur. Lex, as always, likes to display his wealth wherever and whenever he can. I don't know much about art but I recognize the treasures on the wall. Picasso's Guernica, Van Gogh's Starry Night The Mona Lisa. Works that used to belong to the world are now displayed for the edification of one man.
"Hello, Chloe, hello Whitney," I hear a familiar, but aged, voice say. "I'm so glad you could make it."
"Thank you," Chloe says, with a smile. I can tell she's trying to suppress a laugh.
"Hello Whitney," I hear another voice say. It's the voice of Pete Ross and it's the voice of an Old, old man. I know that Pete is four years younger then Lex, but the years have been harder on Pete. He looks and sounds like a man holding onto life.
"Hello, Pete." Chloe says.
I hesitate, stunned at his appearance, and then echo Chloe's "Hello, Pete."
"Well, I'm hungry, let's eat. We have a lot to discuss," Lex says.
I'm placed at a candle lit table and I know that the food I'm being served is probably as fine as any food served at a four star restaurant. I put it into my mouth and cannot savor the taste. I eat it and try and hold down the feeling of nausea.
"Pete, has some overall good news for us." Lex says his cheerfulness sounding real.
"Yes," Pete says and coughs, " are profits will, this year alone, exceed four trillion dollars. There is no longer any effective opposition to our control of world industry and the last democratic stronghold, France has finally surrendered to our terms.
"Yes," Lex says with a smile, "at least the French were the last holdouts this time. Kind of makes up for 80 years ago, doesn't it?"
"Yeah," Pete says softly.
"What about productivity?"
"It's up in almost all sectors," Pete says.
"Almost?" Lex says.
"Well, California's not quite living up to projections, neither is our Moscow sector. But, we're working on that Lex, we have our best managers there now. We'll get it-"
"Dispose of the least productive ten percent, that will make the others work harder" Lex says.
"Lex," Pete says quickly, "We can get it under control, we-"
"Pete, my decision's final."
"Lex, really we-"
"OH FOR FUCKS SAKE PETE! WILL YOU SHUT UP!?!" Chloe screams. "Are you still fucking stupid enough to believe that you can reign him in?!" She says to him more softly.
"I'm trying, Chloe." Pete says softly.
"Yeah, I'll say you're trying as hell," She says and directs a look of pure hate towards Lex. "MURDER! That's the word you want to use. You want to murder the least productive ten percent. You dispose of a piece of paper, you dispose of a messy diaper. When you get rid of your employees you murder them. When you ordered the destruction of New York, Shanghai and Australia you murdered those people."
"Well, Chloe you know that rebellion stems mostly from people losing their jobs. Liquidating the unproductive is necess-"
"They rebelled because they don't have any other choice there are no other employers, there is no other method of feeding their families."
"They should of thought of that before they made me fire them."
"Thirty years ago, remember? You defied your father over less then two hundred jobs. You cut your operating budget rather then allow those employees to lose their jobs. Now you're willing to kill millions of people for not working to your impossible standards?"
"I was naïve." Lex says.
"You were a human being."
"I'm going to punch you in the face," Lex announces and immediately attempts to do so. Chloe brings her arm up and Lex hits her there instead. I get up, wanting to do something, but not knowing what. "Lex!" I call out ineffectually.
"Bastard," She says and holds her arm, tears beginning to stream down her face but maintaining the hateful glare.
"I'm illustrating a point Chloe, that's why I announced what I intended to do. Despite what you may think, I'm not a sadist."
"Fuck you," She spats. I sit trying to comprehend what is happening. Pete somehow is still attempting to eat. Trying to seem oblivious to this conversation. A man who's spent more then twenty years trying to either control or ignore Lex's extremes.
"Right now there are literally millions of cells in your arm that were just killed by your decision to protect your head. Can you hear them screaming in pain and anguish as they die, Chloe? You could explain to them that you made the decision that the head is more important then the arm but they wouldn't understand. They only know that they're in pain and dying."
"A human being is more important then some cells, Lex"
"That's where you're wrong, Chloe. An unproductive human is much less important to all of humanity then a single cell is to the human body. A cell, unless it's a cancer cell, always has some purpose, some function to the rest of the body. A human does not necessarily serve some purpose for the rest of humanity. If this is the case that person, like a cancer cell, must be destroyed so that the rest of humanity can thrive."
"And you get to make that decision?" Chloe says.
"Of course I do, who else? For two hundred years now mankind has been like an unruly child. Playing around with this toy called science unable to discipline itself. We were destroying the space around us and destroying ourselves as a species. I simply brought some discipline to this flawed race."
Chloe stares, hatred still there and then she affects a glad expression, "Oh, I's understands now Massah. I be your good nigger from now on."
"Chloe, you're not enslaved, you live in a mansion worth 100s of millions, you have servants and the finest clothes."
"Yeah, we be your house niggers, massah, everyone else be your field niggers, but we all be your niggers.. We be good nigger's from now on Massah. Don't whips me, Massah."
"Oh, I've had enough of this," Lex says and concentrates for less then a second.
Chloe screams and grabs her head for a second and then begins to fall to the floor. She clutches at me on the way down and then falls the rest of the way. She breathes in deeply for a moment in intense pain and then stops breathing altogether.
I do not feel my legs move I barely see the crowd around me, I feel the condemning eyes burn through me. Murderer. Murderer. Murderer.
Mercifully I'm placed inside the squad car. I want to hide my face I want to fade away from the hateful eyes. I wish I could slip away anywhere but the adrenaline rush isn't in me so I stay. I get to the police station and there's a crowd there too. I barely feel connected to my body as I'm lead through the crowd of jeerers into the police station and the interrogation room.
I try to speak, but the horrors of the past day have constricted my breath and closed my throat. I close my eyes breathe out and let in a long breath. I say, "Ethan, I didn't do this. Lex did it."
"Lex?" Ethan says, "Did you just see him?"
"He's acting," I said.
"Best damn acting job I ever saw."
"I know he killed them."
"Whitney," Ethan says, as if he's talking to an especially slow child, "Everyone knows that Clark was Lex's best friend and Lana's business partner. What reason would he have to kill them?"
"I don't know, why would I want to kill them?"
"While you were passed out I found out about the scarecrow incident."
"From Lex?"
"From Lex and a few other sources."
"That was last year, " I said, "Me and Clark have been getting along since then and Lana broke up with me while I was in basic training."
"Whitney you strung Clark up in a field for letting Lana kiss him on the cheek."
"That was last year!"
"Yes and you come back from basic training after serving your country hoping to work things out with Lana, you go to the Talon early before the shop opens and you see Clark and Lana doing what two naked teenagers do. While you were serving your country that Bitch was getting it on with Clark and she couldn't even wait ONE DAMN DAY after you were gone to rub your face in it! You walk in, you see those two and you snap. I can understand, so will a jury. But if you keep sticking with this "Lex did it line."
"It's NOT a line. Lex DID do it!"
"I'm trying to help you, Whitney."
"Oh, yeah, right."
"Come on Whitney, Come on! Lex was Clark's best friend, he was Lana's business partner, he never dated Lana, he never strung Clark up in a field. You're the only person in this entire town that has ever expressed any hatred towards Clark Kent. You're the only one in this town with a motive--"
"Lex, did it."
"That makes Zero sense, Whitney,"
"Do you think it makes sense to me!?" I don't know why he did it, I can't explain what's happening I don't know what's happening, I only know that Lex is somehow causing it. You've gotta believe me," I say trying to get up off the chair, " It's the truth, I know it's the truth, you gotta believe me," I say and slip
forward
to
a bedroom. I'm getting dressed I'm looking in a mirror. My hair is thinning and it's more difficult for me to move. I barely recognize the face in the mirror and If it weren't for the other events of the past two days, I'd probably shout. I'm older, I don't know how much older, but it looks like I'm at least fifty
"Believe what, dear?" I hear a familiar voice say. I turn and see Chloe, she's calling me dear, but I can tell that it's only from force of habit. If there ever was love there, it faded years ago.
"Uh, nothing honey," I say, I'm holding a tie. I've only worn a tie twice in my life and both times my mother put it on for me. I attempt to do it twice and muddle it both times. My hands are shaking slightly making it more difficult.
"What the hell are you doing?" Chloe says.
"I don't know, I seem to be all thumbs today," I say and smile.
"God, I used to love that smile," she says. "I don't see it anymore, not a real smile. I see you with a backslapping ass kissing smile. I see you with an in control smile. But a real smile is something I don't see anymore," she says and finishes tying my tie. "There, perfect," she says and smiles at me. It's almost genuine.
I follow Chloe out the bedroom door. Two children come tumbling out. "Mommy! Daddy! Are you going to see Uncle Lex now?" they say in unison.
"Yes," Chloe answers.
"Will he give us presents?" the little girl asks.
"Doesn't he always give you presents?" Chloe asks.
"Yes," the little girl says.
"So do you think he's going to give you presents this time?"
"Yes." the little girl says, clutching closer at a blanket
"Ok, so give your daddy and me a big hug, we have to get going, we can't be late."
We walk out the door and we don't step more then three feet past the door when Chloe pulls me closer. I think she's going to kiss me on the cheek but instead she whispers harshly in my ear, "I can understand why you have to go to the mother fuckers dinner party, I can understand why you have to work for him, I can understand why you have to kiss his ass, but I can't understand why you let them call that mother fucker Uncle." For the first time I smell the bourbon on her breath and the unmistakable tottering walk of the drunk.
"You're drunk," I say.
"Of course I'm fucking drunk, how the hell do you expect me to sit in the company of him for the next two hours without being sloshed. I hate you for making me do this."
"I'm sorry," I say.
"Yeah, well, I've heard that shit before." she says.
It's only then that I look around the home that I'm walking out of is actually a huge and opulent mansion. It's beauty mired only by the massive armed security and electric fences surrounding it. We walk up to the gates and two guards, armed with machine guns open the gate. Despite their arms I can tell that they are terrified of me.
A limousine is in front and a driver comes around and he opens the door for me with the same look of terror in his eyes. We get in but not before I notice the cars in front of us and the cars behind us. I have a motorcade larger then any Presidents. Who the hell am I?
We get in the car and I hear the familiar, but older voice of Rush Limbaugh blaring out through the radio. "We hear all these little liberals whining about civil liberties, about the concentration of all that wealth and power-"
"Do we HAVE to listen to this? I HATE this guy ," I say.
Chloe looks at me like I'd lost my mind. Yes, we DO have to listen to him Rush Limbaugh is the vice president of Lex Corp. in charge of information distribution . Him and Fox news are the only news station allowed. You appointed Rush yourself and you got rid of the other stations for being "too liberal." In fact YOU were the one who made it a crime not to listen to him. Are you feeling ok?"
"Big government HAD it's chance," I hear the voice say over the radio, "Was big government able to end world hunger? No. Was big government able to stop drug abuse? No. Was big government able to stop all unemployment? No. But Lexcorp, in the five years since it's abolished world government has done all this."
The words cascade off me, "Abolished world government," I see people walking down the streets as my motorcade goes by. I see them looking up and seeing my motorcade and beginning to run quickly, furtively glancing at me not wanting me to catch their eyes.
"Liberals will have you believe that it's a bad thing to have ninety percent of the worlds wealth and power concentrated in the hands of one man," Rush says. "These are the same liberals that used to yammer on and on about the wealthiest 1%. Remember? Liberals JUST. DON'T. GET. IT. In this world there are people that win, and people that lose and Lex Luthor is a winner. He won because he's smarter and more capable then anyone else. But liberals, hate big business. They hate success. They hate people being smarter then they are. They can't believe anyone is smarter then they are. They hate winners. But most of all they hate Lex Luthor. They want to go back to the days where the liberal media-"
Chloe whispers in my ear, "They abolished all other news media years ago and all entertainment shows have to meet his approval but he STILL can't stop crying about the liberal media."
"Where the liberal media can tell us that homosexuality is ok. That school prayer is immoral. That abortion on demand is a right all women should possess. That drug addicts are victims, that personal responsibility is an unreasonable expectation."
The car stops and the chauffeur comes around to let us out. We're in the front of a skyscraper that has to be at least 20 stories bigger then any currently in existence there is an army surrounding it. There's Commanche helicopters circling it and men with helmets and Kevlar vests and full riot gear.
I get out of the limmo and try not to stare at my surroundings. Chloe is obviously used to this sight and walks up the steps to the skyscraper casually. I follow closely behind her.
We get inside the building and the elevator door open automatically for us. "Greetings Chloe and Whitney, please stand by for a retinal scan." the elevator says and a blue light shines in our eyes. "Thank you," the elevator says. "Would you like to see Lex now."
"That would be just swell," Chloe says. The guard who is with us looks as if Chloe's sarcasm were lethal.
We walk into a room of inconceivable grandeur. Lex, as always, likes to display his wealth wherever and whenever he can. I don't know much about art but I recognize the treasures on the wall. Picasso's Guernica, Van Gogh's Starry Night The Mona Lisa. Works that used to belong to the world are now displayed for the edification of one man.
"Hello, Chloe, hello Whitney," I hear a familiar, but aged, voice say. "I'm so glad you could make it."
"Thank you," Chloe says, with a smile. I can tell she's trying to suppress a laugh.
"Hello Whitney," I hear another voice say. It's the voice of Pete Ross and it's the voice of an Old, old man. I know that Pete is four years younger then Lex, but the years have been harder on Pete. He looks and sounds like a man holding onto life.
"Hello, Pete." Chloe says.
I hesitate, stunned at his appearance, and then echo Chloe's "Hello, Pete."
"Well, I'm hungry, let's eat. We have a lot to discuss," Lex says.
I'm placed at a candle lit table and I know that the food I'm being served is probably as fine as any food served at a four star restaurant. I put it into my mouth and cannot savor the taste. I eat it and try and hold down the feeling of nausea.
"Pete, has some overall good news for us." Lex says his cheerfulness sounding real.
"Yes," Pete says and coughs, " are profits will, this year alone, exceed four trillion dollars. There is no longer any effective opposition to our control of world industry and the last democratic stronghold, France has finally surrendered to our terms.
"Yes," Lex says with a smile, "at least the French were the last holdouts this time. Kind of makes up for 80 years ago, doesn't it?"
"Yeah," Pete says softly.
"What about productivity?"
"It's up in almost all sectors," Pete says.
"Almost?" Lex says.
"Well, California's not quite living up to projections, neither is our Moscow sector. But, we're working on that Lex, we have our best managers there now. We'll get it-"
"Dispose of the least productive ten percent, that will make the others work harder" Lex says.
"Lex," Pete says quickly, "We can get it under control, we-"
"Pete, my decision's final."
"Lex, really we-"
"OH FOR FUCKS SAKE PETE! WILL YOU SHUT UP!?!" Chloe screams. "Are you still fucking stupid enough to believe that you can reign him in?!" She says to him more softly.
"I'm trying, Chloe." Pete says softly.
"Yeah, I'll say you're trying as hell," She says and directs a look of pure hate towards Lex. "MURDER! That's the word you want to use. You want to murder the least productive ten percent. You dispose of a piece of paper, you dispose of a messy diaper. When you get rid of your employees you murder them. When you ordered the destruction of New York, Shanghai and Australia you murdered those people."
"Well, Chloe you know that rebellion stems mostly from people losing their jobs. Liquidating the unproductive is necess-"
"They rebelled because they don't have any other choice there are no other employers, there is no other method of feeding their families."
"They should of thought of that before they made me fire them."
"Thirty years ago, remember? You defied your father over less then two hundred jobs. You cut your operating budget rather then allow those employees to lose their jobs. Now you're willing to kill millions of people for not working to your impossible standards?"
"I was naïve." Lex says.
"You were a human being."
"I'm going to punch you in the face," Lex announces and immediately attempts to do so. Chloe brings her arm up and Lex hits her there instead. I get up, wanting to do something, but not knowing what. "Lex!" I call out ineffectually.
"Bastard," She says and holds her arm, tears beginning to stream down her face but maintaining the hateful glare.
"I'm illustrating a point Chloe, that's why I announced what I intended to do. Despite what you may think, I'm not a sadist."
"Fuck you," She spats. I sit trying to comprehend what is happening. Pete somehow is still attempting to eat. Trying to seem oblivious to this conversation. A man who's spent more then twenty years trying to either control or ignore Lex's extremes.
"Right now there are literally millions of cells in your arm that were just killed by your decision to protect your head. Can you hear them screaming in pain and anguish as they die, Chloe? You could explain to them that you made the decision that the head is more important then the arm but they wouldn't understand. They only know that they're in pain and dying."
"A human being is more important then some cells, Lex"
"That's where you're wrong, Chloe. An unproductive human is much less important to all of humanity then a single cell is to the human body. A cell, unless it's a cancer cell, always has some purpose, some function to the rest of the body. A human does not necessarily serve some purpose for the rest of humanity. If this is the case that person, like a cancer cell, must be destroyed so that the rest of humanity can thrive."
"And you get to make that decision?" Chloe says.
"Of course I do, who else? For two hundred years now mankind has been like an unruly child. Playing around with this toy called science unable to discipline itself. We were destroying the space around us and destroying ourselves as a species. I simply brought some discipline to this flawed race."
Chloe stares, hatred still there and then she affects a glad expression, "Oh, I's understands now Massah. I be your good nigger from now on."
"Chloe, you're not enslaved, you live in a mansion worth 100s of millions, you have servants and the finest clothes."
"Yeah, we be your house niggers, massah, everyone else be your field niggers, but we all be your niggers.. We be good nigger's from now on Massah. Don't whips me, Massah."
"Oh, I've had enough of this," Lex says and concentrates for less then a second.
Chloe screams and grabs her head for a second and then begins to fall to the floor. She clutches at me on the way down and then falls the rest of the way. She breathes in deeply for a moment in intense pain and then stops breathing altogether.
