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[~~31st century fanfic~~ TRAINING WITH SUPERMAN in the Sensoriums.]

[A chagrined look] Greetings.

>[Tell the bigoted bint to go away]
>[Coolly greet]
>[Politely greet]
>[Stick it in...somehow?]

>Politely greet

Sheeana. How've you been?

I have been doing some...reevaluating. Do you have a moment?

>[No, bitch, I do not have time for you bitching me out about something robots did in your universe thousands of years ago]
>[Sure]
>[Politely say you are too busy]
>[Attempt to build something with which to stick it in]

>Sure

Sure. I'm not really that busy lately. What did you want to talk about?

In light of recent events, my judgement of...inorganics...was wrong. I'm sorry for insulting you those many times.

>[Thanks for realizing what a bitch you were]
>[Apology accepted]
>[That plus go the fuck away]

~~>Thanks for realising what a bitch you were~~ >Apology accepted

...thank you. Though I don't think you ever really explained what exactly your problem with me was, beyond the fact I was inorganic.

Long ago in my universe, the Thinking Machine tyrants enslaved humanity. Millions died and we suffered under their yoke for hundreds of years. I have memories of that time, of being hunted by Thinking Machines...it is all a part of Other Memory. One of the purposes of the path I have followed my whole life is to make sure that never happens again.

>[Booooooring!]
>[You're still a bitch, backstory or no]
>[That explains it somewhat]
>[Ba weep gra weep ninny bong]

>That explains it somewhat

...I didn't know. But... you can't hate everything that isn't organic simply because of your own experiences. My own species are... less than ideal, but I don't think I hate them for anything that happened.

Perhaps the other side of our home universes being destroyed is the wiping of the sins we brought with us?

>[Agree. Deeeeeep!]
>[Why must you regale me with these pollysyllabic psuedo-profundities]
>[What's up with you and worm-boy anyway?]
>[Explain to me this concept of "party"]

>Why must you regale me with these pollysyllabic psuedo-profundities?
>What's up with you and worm-boy anyway?

[mutters] I don't think there can be any 'good' sides to losing an entire universe.

...what happened to your worm?

...He appears to be dead.

>[Attempt to console]
>[Attempt to console with sex]
>[Booyah! In yo face!]
>[We can rebuild him...Wormier than he was before...]

>Attempt to console with sex
>We can rebuild him...Wormier than he was before...

>Attempt to console

I'm sorry for your loss, I imagine he was very important to you. ...was it during the battle?

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[~~31st century fanfic~~ TRAINING WITH SUPERMAN has acquired a second Superman!]

...Brainy?

>[Stare at in confusion]
>[Flail and deny everything]
>[Tell Jeka to knock it off]
>[Consider possibilities of a Supersandwich]

~~>Consider possibilities of a Supersandwhich~~ >Stare at in confusion, then Tell Jeka to knock it off

Jeka, that's not exactly funny. Or whatever you were aiming for.

[Superman continues to be confused!]

Uh, who's Jeka? And what's going on?

>[Continue current train of thought]
>[Reconsider flailing and/or denying everything]
>[Scan Superman with SCIENCE]
>[Answer Superman's question]

>Scan Superman with SCIENCE.

[Eyes light up purple as he scans Superman]

[SCIENCE says: Look what I brought my favorite bot-like Coluan! 100% natural Superman! Kansas grown, no preservatives, batteries not included.

Superman even holds his arms out to the side to facilitate Brainy's scanning of him, isn't he sweet]

It's me, Brainy. I promise.

>[Stare]
>[Attach self to Superman in a limpet-like fashion]
>[Try to come up with explanation for the ~~31st Century Fanfic~~ Training Exercise]
>[Double-check the SCIENCE]

>STARE

....

>STARE

.........

>Attach self to Superman in a limpet-like fashion. Try to come up with an explanation for the ~~31st century fanfic~~ Training Exercise

[HUUUUUUUGS] Superman!! [Blinks] I was... working on a possible training situation. Just in case you turned up here.

[Brainy hugs? This is New and Unusual. Superman returns them in a tentative and confused sort of fashion.]

Good to see you too, Brainy. The, uh, soundtrack is...new. And so are the tentacles.

>[Look around for tentacles and/or hidden cameras and/or people giggling in bushes]
>[Distract Superman before he thinks too much about the Training Exercise!]
>[Distract Superman with tongue!]
>[Drag Superman out of the Sensoriums to show him off to everybody]

~~>Distract Superman with tongue!~~ >Look around for tentacles and/or hidden cameras and/or people giggling in bushes

What? Tentacles? I didn't program anything like that...

I don't see any in here, but they were pretty much everywhere else. This...really isn't the future's answer to haunted houses, is it?

>[Summarize the situation!]
>[Summarize the situation without the real sad bits because they'll make Superman cry!]
>[Why, just look at that shiny new topic over here...]
>[Lock the door and make out with Superman]

~~>Lock the door and make out with Superman~~ >Summarise the situation

[He should probably stop the hugging too :( ]

Oh, that's Stacy. I'm sorry I have to tell you this, Superman, but our dimension apparently may no longer exist, along with many others. All the survivors have been brought here to this ship, Stacy, in order to try and prevent those that destroyed our homes from continuing to destroy others.

There are also other Legionnaires here from another dimension. I.. thought you might have been a projection from one of them. I'm sorry.

[Well, this got depressing real fast. Shoot.]

...May no longer exist? Wha-- How is that even--

>[Comfort and reassure]
>[Comfort and reassure with tongue!]
>[Now explain that "oh, and I'm dead" thing]
>[Explain the terrible terrible abuse of science that is the cause of the situation]

>Comfort and reassure

[Self-conscious folding of arms] I'm sorry you had to find out this way, Superman. But I'm sure with your help, the rest of the crew will be more than capable of undoing the damage and saving the Omniverse. You're Superman, I know you can do it.