Superboy was in a towering rage, if the hole in the hotel wall he'd caused was any indication. The first person that suggested it was because of the stupid caste mark or his ego was going to come close to having a hole in them, too, even if he wouldn't exactly follow through.
It wasn't about the mark to him, it wasn't about being denigrated himself--it was the clone banks. The clone banks of Krypton and the clone banks here looked exactly the same. It was just like Kal had showed him that one time, with the visions of Krypton and Black Zero. Fighting over clone rights had led to the destruction of a world, and while it also led to the Earth getting one of its greatest heroes, that was a steep price to pay.
How could they not see what this would lead to? How could they help oppress people who were enslaved just for some medical tech they could probably eventually develop on their own or get from somewhere else?
If anything, the GIA probably wanted their own handy-dandy disposable clone armies over the tech--an endless supply of soldiers that didn't count as people to be tossed against the faceless Ohm hordes.
He had to calm himself down, though. He knew that much. Which was why he caught some fresh air on a balcony outside, still visible to the group but set apart, where he had some space. He was breathing deep, ragged breaths like a bull, trying to let the cool air soothe his inflamed temper.
Re: General Mingling
It wasn't about the mark to him, it wasn't about being denigrated himself--it was the clone banks. The clone banks of Krypton and the clone banks here looked exactly the same. It was just like Kal had showed him that one time, with the visions of Krypton and Black Zero. Fighting over clone rights had led to the destruction of a world, and while it also led to the Earth getting one of its greatest heroes, that was a steep price to pay.
How could they not see what this would lead to? How could they help oppress people who were enslaved just for some medical tech they could probably eventually develop on their own or get from somewhere else?
If anything, the GIA probably wanted their own handy-dandy disposable clone armies over the tech--an endless supply of soldiers that didn't count as people to be tossed against the faceless Ohm hordes.
He had to calm himself down, though. He knew that much. Which was why he caught some fresh air on a balcony outside, still visible to the group but set apart, where he had some space. He was breathing deep, ragged breaths like a bull, trying to let the cool air soothe his inflamed temper.