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Coping at Ke'e Beach
So, what do you do when you find out you're going to die? Kon's seen how thrown Kal is from his death--but Kal comes back. Even if he doesn't believe it now, Kon knows this, and he knows that he's not likely to have the same thing happen to him. He's not Kal. The world doesn't need him like it needs Kal, so why would he come back?
Heh. The Good Ship Stacy: two good-as-dead Super-guys enter, one super-guy leaves.
...Okay, that's kinda not funny.
Superboy doesn't know if he can take his mentor's tack of playing it by ear and trying his best to help everyone else. He doesn't know if he can get over the whole feeling lost part of it to get to what he needs to do, and just deal with their situation here.
Even after all his talk to Tim of not avoiding people, Kon deals at first by avoiding the others. But it's just for a bit, just a little while, not like all that time he spent on the farm, hiding, after Luthor made him hurt everyone, and the difference is, he's not hiding from coping, or repressing, this is how he copes. He just doesn't like people to see the initial anger--and it is anger, that he expresses by punching robots in the Sensorium until his knuckles start to bleed.
Heh, and that leads to his other problem. Not enough sunlight. The stuff in the Sensoriums feels like the real deal, but it's obviously not, if he can't process it so that his powers stay at full super-levels, and the light that Will kid's been conjuring up for him is weak. He's going on empty now. He can be hurt.
And it just drives it home even more exactly how...mortal he is.
But if anyone comes looking for him and poke their head in the Sensorium, they'll find him not punching robots or moping and brooding. If they peek in, they'll see him sitting on a rock on a beach bathed in the glow of a Hawaiian sunset. He hasn't availed himself of holographic clothes, but his plantsuit is stripped down to his waist, and he's writing things on one of the media pads from the Media Library, a thoughtful look on his face.
"--Have I ever been sledding? No. Better put that on there..."
Denial, anger, bargaining, depression... is he at acceptance already? Maybe his general attitude of rocketing through his life at warp speed is benefiting him for once.
Heh. The Good Ship Stacy: two good-as-dead Super-guys enter, one super-guy leaves.
...Okay, that's kinda not funny.
Superboy doesn't know if he can take his mentor's tack of playing it by ear and trying his best to help everyone else. He doesn't know if he can get over the whole feeling lost part of it to get to what he needs to do, and just deal with their situation here.
Even after all his talk to Tim of not avoiding people, Kon deals at first by avoiding the others. But it's just for a bit, just a little while, not like all that time he spent on the farm, hiding, after Luthor made him hurt everyone, and the difference is, he's not hiding from coping, or repressing, this is how he copes. He just doesn't like people to see the initial anger--and it is anger, that he expresses by punching robots in the Sensorium until his knuckles start to bleed.
Heh, and that leads to his other problem. Not enough sunlight. The stuff in the Sensoriums feels like the real deal, but it's obviously not, if he can't process it so that his powers stay at full super-levels, and the light that Will kid's been conjuring up for him is weak. He's going on empty now. He can be hurt.
And it just drives it home even more exactly how...mortal he is.
But if anyone comes looking for him and poke their head in the Sensorium, they'll find him not punching robots or moping and brooding. If they peek in, they'll see him sitting on a rock on a beach bathed in the glow of a Hawaiian sunset. He hasn't availed himself of holographic clothes, but his plantsuit is stripped down to his waist, and he's writing things on one of the media pads from the Media Library, a thoughtful look on his face.
"--Have I ever been sledding? No. Better put that on there..."
Denial, anger, bargaining, depression... is he at acceptance already? Maybe his general attitude of rocketing through his life at warp speed is benefiting him for once.
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"I have an idea. I may be able to help you, at least, with Brainy's cooperation," she then said. "I don't know a lot about cloning but if you were cloned in your universe like you said and if Brainy's from the future of your universe, I would assume that he does.
"Before we leave here--if we leave here--I might be able to copy your memories and your personality into a clone of you. Maybe we could send him back with Paco, since he's obviously from a point after you've died."
She pauses.
"It's not exactly ethical...but it's there if you want it."
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At the cloning, he looks shocked, enraged, and a little disgusted.
"No way! You can't just play with a clone's life like that! I couldn't steal its life away to force it to be me! How can you even suggest that?"
Despite being a clone, he has a thing...about frivolous cloning. And you can't copy a soul.
Even then, what about the soul the clone would develop on its own? Stealing its life away for his?
No. Never.
"'Not exactly ethical'--that's evil."
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"You're right, it is," she admits. "I don't even know what the hell I was thinking... Now who's the reckless one?"
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"I kinda want some alone time now," he says sullenly.