"A disadvantage of caring about people."
"If you prefer to remain as you are when another mindset might enable you to help them better, do you really care about them?"
And there's the most primal difference between them. Alex Minus Sixteen
cares in a way that lex Sixteen doesn't.
"Oh! I know this one!" I descend towards their balcony. "Yes!"
Clean-shaven looks up at me. "I'm a little surprised to hear you say that."
What is a Lantern but someone who changes their mental state in order to do things?
"I'm an Orange Lantern, Mister Luthor. If I gave up the ability to care about people, then I'd stop acting in their interests because I no longer desired their betterment."
Bearded Luthor nods. "Yes. I remember my father saying something similar, and as I'm sure you understand that rather put me off." He stands and offers Bald Luthor his right hand. "Well played."
Now, whether that's a good thing for his opinion of OL or not, I have no idea.
Shaved Luthor takes his hand, barely showing any outward sign of how the mention of his alter ego's father affected him. I can only see it because I'm monitoring his heat and electromagnetic radiation patterns. It's interesting that they appear to have similar relationships with their fathers despite the moral reversal. Or perhaps it would be better to be disturbed by it?
Shaved Luthor raises his eyebrows interrogatively. "Same time tomorrow?"
I see Lex Sixteen has learnt to hide his emotional makeup from OL. Though I shudder to imagine what their respective fathers would have made of each other.
Bearded Luthor smiles. "Wouldn't miss it, brother."
And then they separate, much to my relief, Bearded Luthor triggering his costume's flight system and rising into the air. I nod politely to Shaved Luthor and Ms. Graves before flying after him.
Things to speak of that Lex doesn't need to hear of, eh?
"I'm almost afraid to ask..?"
"I had thought, perhaps, that he might be an example of how my life might have gone had my circumstances been different. Instead, he's…" He shakes his head. "That."
Sadly, different stimuli, different results. The ultimate demonstration of nurture over nature.
"I think I got close to talking him around, once."
"I assume that morality paid no part in your efforts."
Honestly, a little more reputation bonus with him and it
might have worked.
"If you're separating 'morality' from 'long term collective interest', then, no. Any idea what he gets out of talking to you?""
"Family."
Given that his sister Lena probably wants little to do with him these days... I can see it. Also the narcissistic aspect of 'Only another
me can understand me.'
"Really? Because…"
"Like me, the only person he loved and felt love from growing up was his sister. The idea of having that relationship with someone else is a drug like none other. For both of us. We're each everything the other despises, yet we've met up every morning for over a month."
Got to wonder what Lena Minus Sixteen was like. Surely
villainous, but in what way?
"Just so long as you don't clone each other, hehh."
He gives me a sharp look. "I have better things to do with my time."
Besides, the process is inefficient unless you use accelerated ageing to get them to a usable state in a reasonable time, in which case you then have to worry about
stopping the ageing.
"That.. was a joke."
"To you, perhaps. He made a demi-clone son."
...Which must creep him out just a bit.
"And you didn't?"
"Does that sound like something that a morally decent man would do?"
I mean... If they wanted a
legacy but couldn't find a woman suitable to their tastes...
"Well, speaking as someone who has enabled the population of Themyscira to breed with one another, in some circumstances, yes."
He frowns at me. "You used your own seed?"
Amusing that he leapt to that first, but given his world... I could see Power Ring or Ultraman pulling shit like that for a giggle.
I raise my hands. "No, no, no. But DNA from two eggs doesn't merge naturally. If you wanted to have children but thought that doing so naturally was too great a risk, then you could do it like that."
He nods, returning his gaze to his flight path. "I.. apologize. I've rather gotten used to thinking the worst of people."
Such is your world. Honestly, I'm surprised you're fitting in so well about here. Probably considered a bit cynical by other heroes.
"Besides, Kon-El turned out alright."
"Kal-El is a good deal more intelligent that Kal-Il. And has innate powers, rather than needing to inject himself with radioactive crystals. If for some reason I decided to have a child with one of them it would be the former and not the latter."
Let's not go
telling him that, mind. He was already iffy about Conner back in the day...
I nod. "Your people all settling in alright?"
"Your civilisation has fallen to its lowest point, and yet it still provides a better place to live than anything on our side of the portal. The social practices which we have developed make maintaining ourselves simple."
I'm guessing very tribalistic tendencies. Neighbourhood against neighbourhood?
"'Social practices'?"
"Humans operate best in the sort of small, tightly-knit communities which are usually found in rural environments. Replicating that in an urban environment is difficult but possible. It more or less involves making a tower block the 'village' unit, with clearly designated community leaders and a shared industry."
There is a certain limit on how many people someone can empathise with without it becoming abstract. Just have to be careful they don't get
competitive about it. Like '
Block Wars' in '
Judge Dredd'.
"And that works?"
"Better than anything. I actually had to adapt it a little because the external pressures here are so much weaker. Given the chance, my people still choose to reach out to their neighbours."
Then again, your people
are the outliers of Minus Sixteen, the ones who have compassion and empathy towards their fellow man.
"Is that good or bad?"
"In this particular situation, I'm not sure. For my faith in humanity, it is excellent."
Good to see he's at least seeing things that improve his mood.
"If you don't mind me asking… Your-?"
"My father? Kantian, or near enough. No compassion or kindness or patience, just doing what was right. Even those he helped ended up despising him."
Which might well be rather expected, given such
ethics. Absolute morality, without humanity... By their standards, he might well have been
more horrifying than most of the supervillains.
He looks down and redirects his flight as we approach the site of the dimensional portal.
"Well, at least you didn't murder him for the insurance money."
...Hopefully? I can't imagine insurance catching on on Earth Minus Sixteen. You just know
someone would start committing fraud as soon as they could.
"No. That, I didn't. Insurance as you know it doesn't really exist on our Earth."
Which clearly implies that he did kill him, just not for the same reason. And it rather kills the conversation. We land in silence, walking across the short distance from the car park to the warehouse before entering.
Yeah, bit of a
mood.
"Hey, good choice of bodyguard."
Power Ring gives me a respectful nod, while… Ultragirl? Stares looks me over in a more appraising way. While the personal scanner on her equipment belt tries to scan me. I wonder how many people realise that you don't need to wave them at someone to make them work?
Yet another Supergirl alternate, eh? At least she's
subtle about her inquisitiveness.
"I did try and get in contact with you earlier."
He shrugs insolently. "Can't always get to the phone."
Too busy securing his position in the Syndicate, I bet.
Violently, more likely than not.
"Your loss. Someone else gets the yellow power ring."
"I remember what Parallax made me feel. I think I'll stick with my ring. But." He holds up his right hand. "Thank you for the consideration."
Still amusing that he wields a Green Ring with
Fear Enlightenment. I suppose knowing exactly what he fears makes it easier to overcome it.
The people we're escorting regard one another calmly. "Luthor."
"Karen. You look better. Have-?"
I doubt they have any kind of
friendship, much less romance. Unlike at least one Luthor and Supergirl.
"You have my product?"
He holds out his hand and a suitcase shimmers into normal space. A click and it unlocks, revealing the kryptonite sample inside.
Ah, a light snack for her, eh? Figuratively speaking, since I doubt they eat it directly... Just grind it into a solution and inject it.
Ultragirl smiles. "Then we can being shipping your product as well."
"They're people, Karen."
And therein lies the moral issue between the Syndicate against Luthor.
"You might find it easier if you don't think of them like that."
"Perhaps. But I've never been one for doing what is easy."
True, he's been the best and brightest moral mind of his world all his life. 'Easy' has never been in his lexicon...