<This was never meant to happen>
Max waved away the buzzing by his head. The mass production Skeets drone wouldn’t stand out from the usual Lexcorp designs on the surface except for the shiny gold shell, but it wouldn’t do for people to notice the battery kept it hovering for days, not minutes.
“I know. Which is why I have to do it.”
<And I have to remind you that we have no idea what the consequences will be. The initial plan was to make subtle changes that…>
“The initial plan is in shambles. We have time travelers from Atlantis, in case you hadn’t heard. You came back for a Superman that didn’t exist. I’m providing the world heroes who do. And they might be enough to change the world for the better.”
<You almost sounded like Superman for the last part.>
Max shook his head.
“Hardly. You want Kent for actually believing it. I just realized there were limits to how low I could fall before I stopped being able to sleep at night. You showing up believing in Superman just made things a little more urgent.”
In his lab, 1,000 years away, Querl Dox leaned back and sighed.
“I said that there were legends of the Superman, that a number of people believed in. I never claimed to be one of them.”
Max Lord smiled from the screen.
“Well, here I am.”
“And one who’s making good anyway. Whatever you need, I’m your best chance. And all I’m asking in return is help you claim you’d provide anyway as part of your hero obligations.”
Max tried to keep his smile level. He’d dealt with people he couldn’t read before, and the teenager from the future wasn’t the most obviously sketchy of them. Really, neither of them had any room to complain.
But in a situation this complicated already, he hated adding variables.