That’s colorful and intrepid high school reporter Chloe Sullivan in the foreground and that’s supervillain Lionel Luthor looking over her shoulder. At the end of the Smallville episode “Extinction,” Chloe discovers that someone, somehow, has tampered with her computer and deleted files containing her research notes on inexplicable events in Smallville. Lionel points out, pleasantly yet ominously, that her school computer is really on loan from LuthorCorp and his computer technicians are very familiar with her setup.
Chloe turns to look at Lionel and says, “You are so low, you are subterranean.”
In his own supervillain kind of way, Lionel was usually very nice to Chloe. He always called her “Miss Sullivan,” and when it suited him he got her a writing job at the Daily Planet. Of course, in the episode “Truth” he was going to allow her to die just so that he could discover the truth about Clark Kent’s secret identity, but Lionel is, after all, a supervillain.
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In his own supervillain kind of way, Lionel was usually very nice to Chloe. He always called her “Miss Sullivan,” and when it suited him he got her a writing job at the Daily Planet. Of course, in the episode “Truth” he was going to allow her to die just so that he could discover the truth about Clark Kent’s secret identity, but Lionel is, after all, a supervillain.
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Dinosaurs are subterranean, now,
like rocks themselves beneath us in the rocks.
What if science—not our science like clocks
and rockets but alchemical know-how—
could somehow arrange the rocks to allow
dinosaurs to break free from the stone blocks?
If a calculated phrase, say, unlocks
the ground, pushes it apart like a plow,
would a scientist breath sound to the phrase?
In a city at night there are bright lights
like stars themselves above us in the stars
and beneath the stars our streets are a maze
surrounding us. If electric midnights
heard words, would stars hear acoustic guitars?
like rocks themselves beneath us in the rocks.
What if science—not our science like clocks
and rockets but alchemical know-how—
could somehow arrange the rocks to allow
dinosaurs to break free from the stone blocks?
If a calculated phrase, say, unlocks
the ground, pushes it apart like a plow,
would a scientist breath sound to the phrase?
In a city at night there are bright lights
like stars themselves above us in the stars
and beneath the stars our streets are a maze
surrounding us. If electric midnights
heard words, would stars hear acoustic guitars?
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