In his singleminded quest to fulfill his mission, he hadn't considered the dangers to himself. He hadn't been programmed to. That made it a bit more difficult to judge safety hazards to himself.

The clone's eyes went wide with shock as it happened, as the teleporter went off as he flew over the teleporter pad and he crashed to the walkway with a sickening, wet-sounding thump.

"Mission--mission parameters," he choked out, trying to crawl those last few feet to Superboy on his hands. "Fulfill...mission...fulfill--"

The clone stopped crawling. The dogged expression faded. The clone didn't look down. He didn't want to. He didn't need to.

"I--I don't understand."