Superman: Doomsday

The subject in question was biologically engineered to be the ultimate soldier. Precise, clinical, unstoppable. But its creators came to realize, could not distinguish between friend and foe. Thus, this doomsday machine lives to extinguish any and all life forms, because it must.

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Just look at him. So sleek, so powerful, so beautiful. Like some great golden god made flesh. Of course, any sensible god would demand absolute obedience, in return for his favor. But, no, our Man of Steel protects us and keeps us, with no strings attached. And the people, hmm, they practically worship him anyway. Enjoy your reign while you may, Superman. For as surely as night follows day, there comes a time when even gods must die.

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Martha Kent: Yes? Lois Lane: Mrs. Kent? I'm Lois Lane. From the Daily Pl-- Martha Kent: I know who you are, Miss Lane. My son talks about you quite often. Lois Lane: He's the reason I came to see you. Martha Kent: Has there been word from Afghanistan? I've been-- Well, I have so worried. Lois Lane: Mrs. Kent, you know as well as I do that your son died in Metropolis last week. Look, I'm not here as a reporter. I-- Martha Kent: Then why are you here, Miss Lane? Lois Lane: I don't know exactly. Maybe it's just... I don't know if he told you but we have been seeing each other for the past few months, romantically, I mean. And I know the rest of the world adored him and misses him now that he's gone, but no one else on this whole stupid planet can know what it felt like to really love him, to be loved by him or how it feels now every minute of every day, like I'm broken. Like I'm the one that freaking monster pounded on. Martha Kent: You know, I was just about to put on a fresh pot of coff

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Superman: Is everyone... ? Lois Lane: [starts to cry] You did it, Superman. We're safe. All of us. Superman: Good. That's... that's all that... matters. [he dies]

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Jimmy Olsen: So you were right. The Superman who returned... Lois Lane: A clone, a fake. Jimmy Olsen: Which means the real Superman really is... Lex Luthor: Yes, Jimmy. Dead. Just as you and Ms. Lane are about to be. Because, after all, there is no Superman to save you.

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Lois Lane: Ever consider the big "S" may not be what he seems? Jimmy Olsen: He wears red and blue, flies, crime rate's plummeted since he's risen from the grave. Gosh, you think he's a zombie? Lois Lane: I'm not sure what he is.

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