Xan was having a very nice time sunbathing in the cornfield, when a fuckoff giant snake showed up for the express purpose of ruining his day. It had a mirror for a face, which seemed like an obvious weak point, but when he went to shatter it he just went straight through it, and now he's - where?
"I- What the fuck just happened?"
Xan evaluates what the fuck has just happened. Snake: replaced by blonde. Corn: replaced by different corn. His clothes: not replaced by anything, he's naked in front of this girl he doesn't know and that's a proprietary mixture of "exciting" and "possible grounds for another misdemeanor arrest".
"Am I hallucinating?" he asks somewhat disjointedly. "There was a snake. And now there isn't. And the corn's different."
"Well, from my perspective, you just fell out of a random patch of thin air, and stuff that weird happens all the time in this town, so, I'm going to go with 'probably not.' Unless you have any enemies that would drug you right before random weird stuff happens so you'll rave like a madman and be discredited if you attempt to accuse them of things."
"...no, no enemies like that, my enemies are dumb jocks and I can't see how they'd manage to drug me. Uh, nothing weird or interesting has ever happened in my town except for me existing at it, so I'm assuming I am no longer in Kansas. Either figuratively or literally."
"Could've been a question of fractional speed difference on the pod? Thirty years seems like a long time to us, but when you're talking about interstellar travel, it's the difference between 0.999C and 0.998C. Or 50C versus 49C, I guess, depending on how good Kryptonian spacecraft were."
"-I should stop assuming parallels, they keep not being there. Jor-El put three things in the spacecraft that brought me to Earth: me, a blanket or possibly a flag with the sigil of House El, and a crystal containing information about Kryptonian civilization and House El specifically. A human, like Martha Kent, could unlock two documents: my - birth certificate, essentially - and a list of the powers I'd have under the light of a yellow sun. I unlocked an amount of data that couldn't be contained on a Cray supercomputer, and instead of letting it process over time, I decided my super-brain could handle it all at once. So I fell unconscious and woke up to Martha trying to slap me awake. She almost broke her hand."
"My ship had a copy of Jor-El's brain programmed into it. I don't know if the AI is an actual upload or not. I hope not, I'd hate to think that amount of asshole was lurking in my genome somewhere. He mostly tells me stuff, but sometimes I get information out of the Kawatche caves. Do you have Kawatche caves?"
"So the Kawatche are the local Native Americans, and at some point in Earth's history some Kryptonian or other decided to put some kind of computer behind the cave walls that I can sort of access by putting the key to my ship in an indentation in the wall. It also had--hm, I think the speed differentials thing doesn't work, my Jor-El visited Earth in 1961. And then when he left he put a pendant with the memory of his stay into the wall."
"Huh. Yeah, if Jor-El was alive in '61 then that's a divergence, I was already on Earth and watching bad children's television by then. And our native tribe was the Potawatomi, and they weren't even originally from there in the first place so there's no way they'd have ancient ancestral caves anywhere near Smallville."
"Lotsa tribes got moved around, maybe in your timeline the Kawatche ware moved out and the Potowatomi were moved in. I can show you the place if you want, but be careful, I don't think you could break anything Kryptonian by accident but there is, also, a lot of Kawatche art and stuff in there."
Giggle. "Yeah, I'm allowed in whenever but there are in fact guards at the entrance, that'd be hard to explain." Oh look here's a farm house. Clara bounds up to the door, opens it, and calls, "Mo~om, I met some kind of weird boy alternate version of me from another timeline where it's the past! He needs pants!"
Clara goes into the kitchen and comes out holding a toddler.
"This is my baby brother William, Mom had him after my ship did something to fix whatever kept her from having biological children. My other brother Ryan seems to be out right now. We adopted him coming on three years ago after he ran away from his horrible stepfather."
"They weren't my parents. Neither were Jor-El and Lara, before you ask, this isn't some castle-on-a-cloud birth parents thing, just. Not my parents. I lived in their house, and they fed me, and they weren't my parents any more than your parents will be if I end up living here."
"--Okay. Sorry. I didn't know."
At a more normal volume: "He's from the sixties but he wasn't adopted by Grandfather Hiram, he was taken in by people also named Jonathan and Martha Kent, you look kind of like his timeline's Martha but not entirely, it's a little weird."
Again, subvocally: "I won't tell her or anyone anything personal that you haven't agreed to, but she's--a safe person to tell things to."
"...They care about a lot of things. Civil rights, mostly, various stripes; their shelves are all Communist literature and To Kill a Mockingbird. They're Evangelicals, and I don't think they buy everything Pastor Carmichael's selling but they still took me to church every week and on the holidays. They might've been hippies, if the movement came a couple decades earlier, but they're too set for that now."
He grits his teeth. "They think I'm... wrong. I said a lot of shit - did a lot of shit - as a kid before I knew what people are supposed to be like, and it scared the hell out of them."
"I've ever been inside a church building but pretty much everyone in my family is agnostic of some stripe and, like, my dad worries any about me hurting people but if I actually did I'm sure he'd lecture me a lot but he wouldn't think I was wrong. We argue a lot but it's--always from a place of mutual love and respect. I'm really sorry you didn't get to have that."
Yep.
She stops just past the entrance, out of sight of the guards: they'd probably let her bring a guest, but why risk it?
The caves are...cavelike. There's art on the walls, and Kryptonian writing.
The writing on the walls tells of a "warrior from the stars" who had the strength of ten men and could start fires with his eyes, who saved the tribe from some kind of terrible peril and promised that one day his descendant, "Naman," would return to the Earth.
"I'm not sure about the exact details but I'm pretty sure this is a more distant ancestor than Jor-El, considering that Jor-El was youngish in 1961 and these are way pre white dudes. And I think visiting Earth might have been some kind of...family tradition? I don't know what the whole Naman thing was originally alluding to for sure, but you know what, I'm here on Earth, I'm friends with any Kawatche, Naman is me even if it wasn't supposed to be."
"Ah, I was confused about the timeline. If visiting Earth was a family tradition it makes sense that Jor-El would want to send you here, higher chance of a positive reception. I think in my timeline he did it because - reading between the lines of what Green Lantern says, my Earth is kind of a galactic backwater? Somewhere nothing happens, so his kid would have a chance to grow up without too many alien troublemakers."
"Makes sense, I guess. Also we look very human! That's probably not that common. Two species on unrelated planets that look identical is weird enough. And my boyfriend is a biology nerd slash doctor-to-be and let me tell you, on the chemical level we're very different, but on the macro level? You can get very thorough and not find a difference."
"Yeah, but--as a girl, even in this comparatively enlightened day and age, if I am approached by a boy I don't know very well and he asks me for sex, especially if he has a reputation for being trouble, before I can even think of how I want to respond I have to weigh the possibility that if I say no he might try to rape me. One in three women experience sexual assault at some point in their lives. Now, me in particular, I don't so much have to worry about that, on account of being a Kryptonian surrounded by squishy humans. But, uh, it's been tried. Admittedly also in the other direction--there was this woman this one time who mind controlled guys, it wasn't pretty--but, yeah."
Wow, computers got almost usable. From Jor-El's crystal he knows they've got a ways to go, but this is some pretty serious progress from the machine language monstrosities he'd have had to work with back in the sixties.
He goes through the Britannica not at top speed but at a clip such that anyone looking on would think he was just looking at the pictures. The World Book follows.
"We've got an Internet now?" he asks Clara, sotto voce. "Or, well, a planetary intranet. But still!"
"It still sounds pretty primitive compared to some of the specs in the crystal..." He goes over to one of the computers and logs in with the guest password taped to the monitor. Within a minute or so, he's on Ask Jeeves looking up circuit board diagrams and Moore's Law.
He whistles quietly. "This is some good stuff. If Krypton still existed I'd have a hell of a routine for the comedy clubs."
"Oh, it's- my Kents put 'Alexander' on my birth certificate, and I came up with 'Xan' as a nickname before they ever told me about my real name. 'Lex' is another way to creatively chop up 'Alexander', and indicates that this guy is a man with taste. But 'Alex' would be boring, and I don't do well with boring."
"Good, good. Let me see how trashy romantic fiction has evolved since my day, and we can get going."
He goes through a couple of Harlequins and puts them back with a sigh. "How is it that no one in almost a century has outdone Memoirs of a Young Rakehell? You weren't kidding about this country's moral decay needing to be helped along."
"Did it ever. He threw in a couple of bricks that I assume must have been their equivalent to War and Peace and Anna Karenina, a couple of tedious fantasy novels he liked, and a religious text called the Book of Rao. Fun fact, the Kryptonian Bible is not substantially more interesting than the human one."
"It kept them alive for millennia before they had space travel; the religion was established before they knew about the yellow-sun effect, and it stuck around out of inertia as far as I can tell. What I don't know is why anyone stayed on Krypton. Even if it was their homeworld, if they left they could fly."
"So it turns out we're not the only thing from Krypton that changes under a yellow sun. Kryptonite is these crystals that on Earth start glowing different colors--mostly green, but there's a few red ones--and they, uh, have effects. On us, the effects are that green kryptonite fucks with our bodies and red kryptonite fucks with our heads, but on humans, exposure to kryptonite...sometimes it gives you superpowers and sometimes it gives you seizures or does really scary things to your metabolism, or, or, or, I don't think we've seen all the possible side effects."
"I dunno, I mean, drunkenness is pretty different for different people, it's the closest metaphor I've been able to come up with but I honestly don't know how to generalize from just my example. The first time someone had used it as a stone in a ring and I didn't realize it was kryptonite 'cause I'd only seen the green stuff before, I put the ring on and mostly cut class and made out with my boyfriend until the ring came off, but the second time my friends had gotten infected with this horrible adrenaline-seeking mindfucking kryptonian parasite and one of them slipped a red rock in my pocket so's I'd enable their stupidity and I, uh, did, I'm very lucky I took my jacket off before someone died because of it."
"I have enough people I trust that they managed to get the bullet out before it could do any lasting damage, since it only hit me in the shoulder, but it could've been a lot worse. If you wanna know what pain feels like we can spar, it turns out that our invulnerability only goes so far when we're up against people as strong as we are. And I'll be honest, getting shot is a lot worse than getting punched in the face."
"Oh. Yeah, that's...I mean, it's not really hard not to hurt people. I mean, not physically at least, but I don't like people so much that if people decide to get offended by me I can't brush it off as their problem. But as long as I don't use my powers on them...the world's set up to make accidental harm harder. Sure, there have been a few close calls where I threw something and it almost hit someone half a mile away, but hey, it got that one guy to give up drinking when a tractor crashed out of the clear blue sky next to him, so no harm no foul. Um. This isn't helping, is it. I don't...it really mostly isn't hard for me to not hurt people. You're right about how it would be hurting myself if I did, but--you know that thing where it's hard to bite your own tongue hard enough to hurt, on purpose? I get a little bit of that towards other people."
“The answer is not ‘give it all to me’, you can relax. I have Kryptonian tech schematics in my head, courtesy of Jor-El’s memory crystal. Back home, I resigned myself to having to reinvent the wheel until I could build myself a computer that didn’t look like a Model T engine, but you have people. People who do this for a living, and more importantly, aren’t working out of an elderly couple’s barn. I’m not going to pretend I’m not a little self-interested; I want to get my hands on some of this tech, and I don’t want to have to solder all the chips into place with my own heat vision. But my self-interest is to your benefit.”
“You didn’t think I was going to try to extort you, but the idea that I was going to scam you can’t have been far from your mind; you’re a businessman, and I opened with ‘I’ve got a brilliant way to make you some money.’ At any rate, yes, Kryptonian tech. A lot of the really interesting stuff depends on island of stability elements, but until they exist I can at least give you a massively unfair advantage in the field of consumer electronics."
Xan launches into an explanation of the basics of Kryptonian technology!
As he mentioned earlier, they relied heavily on island of stability elements for power and exotic effects. Krypton had deposits natively, but with a sufficiently powerful particle accelerator they can be home-grown. There are other potential power sources, though, from other galactic civilizations Jor-El had observed, some of which have less onerous requirements; they won't be making a Body-Mold or a stasis chamber any time soon, since those need the island of stability's weirder properties, but they can make some very nice things.
Kryptonian consumer electronics often had a holographic (or, in the higher-end cases, telepathic) interface, and served many functions. There's one device Xan is particularly excited to see implemented, which sounds like a cross between a phone, a personal computer, and a 3D printer. It straps to the user's off-hand, and projects a sort of holographic glove as its command interface.
"I can pretend to be an unreasonably lucky human," he says. "Touched a mysterious crystal, schematics seared themselves into my brain, the crystal broke? A Kryptonian-oriented telepathic interface presented with a human nervous system might actually do that, oversell the data and fry itself. It'd probably overwrite half of the human's episodic memory in the process, but they don't need to know that."
"Oh, sure. For one thing the solar energy accumulator organelles are woven in there, we get a surprising amount of feedback - that's why I sunbathe so much. For another thing, we've got more space - but humans have more flexibility, more redundancy, more adaptability. Some of the things you can do to a human brain and leave it still basically functional are horrifying. You ever hear about Phineas Gage?"
"19th century railway foreman, dynamited a rock and accidentally sent a railroad spike straight through his own head. Lost almost his entire frontal lobe. Lived for twelve more years, having suffered some personality changes but otherwise remained fully functional."