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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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Mayor of Metropolis: Superman died as he lived, defending Metropolis. He may have come from another world, but he will always belong to ours. Damon Swank: James Olsen? Your photos of the tragedy were. Well, words fail. It must have been hard for you, being Superman's pal, I mean, if you ever need to talk. Lois Lane: What is he doing here? I wouldn't be surprised if he's somehow responsible. Perry White: Luthor doesn't matter right now. Come on, Lois. Newscaster: Today, Superman's funeral was viewed by hundreds of millions worldwide. Not since President Kennedy died has our nation so collectively mourned. Yet is the people of Metropolis who are feeling the loss most as we know him best. So let us take a brief moment to celebrate his time with us. Little Boy on TV: Last year for Halloween, I dressed like Superman. Now I'm gonna do it every year for the rest of my life. Man on TV: I was installing a satellite dish when I slipped off the roof, three stories. I should have been a goner. But

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Superman: I'm alive? Robot: It would seem that on this world, the laws of human death do not apply to you, Kal-El. I only came to realize it 17 days after your apparent demise when I was alerted to a single pulse of your biorhythmic signature. Superman: So my vitals slowed to a crawl-- Robot: To better enable you to heal. I had to await a second pulse, 17 days later, in order to find you once I discovered your body had been relocated. Superman: Relocated? Robot: To LexCorp. It would appear that Lex Luthor has cloned you. Superman: I need to get back to Metropolis. Robot: Once you have regained your strength. I am uncertain of your double's agenda, but for now, he seems to be protecting Metropolis.

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Superman Clone: You know, Metropolis is doing just fine without you. Superman: I'm not sure I approve of your methods. Superman Clone: I'm not asking for your approval. Get this straight, you're not needed here. Metropolis is under my protection, now and forever. Superman: Over my dead body. Superman Clone: Look, why prolong this? I could keep this up all day, but you... Why not fly out of here while you still can? Superman: And leave the city in your hands? Not likely. Superman Clone: But don't you get it? I am you, Superman. A reflection of you as you might have been. Superman: If I were raised by Luthor? Superman Clone: If you were strong. Superman: You're self-righteous, misguided, my reflection in a cracked mirror. Superman Clone: Suit yourself.

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Perry White: I don't care how many weeks you spent on that story, Lane. The Daily Planet is not about to attack a charity organization. Lois Lane: You know Lex Luthor couldn't care less about the homeless, chief. It's a front to siphon money back to LexCorp so he can fund the manufacture of high-tech arms to sell on the black market. Perry White: Allegedly. Lois Lane: Look, how many exposés do I have to write before Metropolis wakes up and sees through Luthor's philanthropy shtick? Perry White: As many as it takes, but it helps to have a smoking gun. Lois Lane: You sure you're not on LexCorp's payroll, chief? You've been mighty soft on the prince of darkness lately. Perry White: Excuse me for not wanting to get sued for libel... again! Lois Lane: Well, LexCorp's going down, whether it's me or Superman who does it. Perry White: If it's Superman, that makes it news and I'll be happy to print it! Kent, shouldn't you be on your way to the airport? Superman: I always make my flight, chief.

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Superman Clone: It's really me, Lois. I'm back. Lois Lane: Like I haven't heard that before. I may need some proof. Lois Lane: Okay, I'm convinced. Superman Clone: I'm glad. But I'm not sure they'll ever trust me again. Lois Lane: They will. It may take some time. Little Boy: Are you going to wear the red and blue suit again? Because I like that one better. Lois Lane: Or not very much time at all. Superman: Mm. Do I smell coffee? Lois Lane: Fresh pot. I'm almost done here. Mm--- Superman: [reading Lois' latest article] There's only one S in resurrection. Lois Lane: Didn't realize proofreading was one of your super-powers. Superman: Well, no. But I was the spelling-bee champ of Smallville Elementary. Lois Lane: Clark. [runs and jumps into his arms] Don't forget to call your mother. [they kiss] Lex Luthor: If history has determined that gods can die, it is also proven that they may return from the dead. It would seem you can't be destroyed after all, Superman. It would seem.

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Murphy: Two miles below Earth's surface. Even Superman can't see us here. Drill Operator: Luthor's sure to be happy about that. Murphy: Heat's fricking unbearable. Drill Operator: Yeah, forget Luthor and his happiness. Murphy: I shall invent a new energy source, by harnessing radiation emitted from the Earth's core. Drill Operator: And rake in billions while we drown in our own sweat. Murphy: Don't be surprised if he asks us to dig straight to hell. We're halfway there already. Drill Operator: Insert a diode catheter into Satan's rectum, run a feed back to LexCorp, and crank up the juice. Murphy: Keep Metropolis' power grids burning bright until the end of time. Drill Operator: Whoa! Dr. Murphy. Murphy: What is it? Drill Operator: I'm no scientist. You tell me.

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Mercy Graves: Lex. Oh. Lex Luthor: Get this to Biochem, hand-carry only. Keep it off the interlink. Mercy Graves: I know the drill, Lex. What is it, the cure for cancer? Lex Luthor: Muscular dystrophy. I can cure every known case with a simple inoculation. Have Swan find a way to slow it to a crawl. Turn it into a lifetime treatment program. Right now, it's a mere $300-billion windfall. Mercy Graves: And you need it to be a perennial, got it. But Swan's working the AIDS thing. Lex Luthor: Oh, right. What about Schaffenberger? Mercy Graves: Bird flu. Lex Luthor: Hm. Lex Luthor: Guess "Jerry's Kids" will have to wait their turn. Now, Mercy, what have you got for me? Mercy Graves: Project Applecore. They've hit the mother lode.

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Robot: Have you cured cancer yet, Kal-El? Superman: I can design a machine that receives faint transmissions, from the distant future, sculpt a miniature sun, from dwarf-star matter, but I can't find a way to keep human cells from metastasizing. I wish I could help humankind by doing more than just being its resident strongman. One thing I've learned since arriving in Metropolis is that those in power, don't always have the people's interests at heart. Lois Lane: As much as I love dishing on evil bald-headed freaks, I thought we came here to get away from it all. You wouldn't have a blow-dryer? Superman: We'll need to get you a larger travel bag, Lois. Lois Lane: I wouldn't need so many warm baths if our weekend getaway was Palm Springs. Superman: The Antarctic camouflages Kryptonian crystal-tech far better than cacti. But next time you catch a chill, give me a holler. I'll warm you. Lois Lane: You wouldn't use your heat vision on me, would you, Superman? Superman: No, just the x-ray.

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Newscaster: As feared, crime rates have soared in the past weeks. Criminals have become more daring, and Metropolis P.D. remains understaffed and underfunded. On the bright side, technologies mogul and philanthropist Lex Luthor, contributed $10 million to the police department earlier today. But ultimately, Metropolis is faced with a stark reality, that no police force, no matter how well-equipped, will ever be as omnipresent as one man. Damon Swank: You've made the right decision, James. We at the National Voyeur feel there's enough misery in the world today. Why rub people's noses in it? Jimmy Olsen: We're in the business of entertainment, Mr. Swank. Damon Swank: And making money, James. Jimmy Olsen: Please, call me Jimmy. Lois Lane: Jimmy gave notice? Perry White: What notice? Little ingrate up and left. Working for that tabloid rag. Lois Lane: But why would he--? Look, chief, this has been hard on all of us, Jimmy included. I'm sure this is just his way of trying to, you know, heal