DEATH wrote:So what happens when the humans using the supertechnology you developed for them try to capture and dissect you (The Golden Goose)?
They fail? I'm fucking superman, and they ain't got any kryptonite nor magic. I laugh at them and then piss on them with such force it hospitalises them.
Oh yeah, this is modern Earth.
Bah, the idiots would probably wipe themselves out trying to use any energy technology you might gift them with to make a S killing missile (Which with all your powers would probably result in a Continent sized crater around you ).
D Seph wrote:I'd conquer the world, and then the galaxy and then...
Such a small imagination [See step 10]
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Okay, I was kidding about Darkstar. What I'd actually do?
Use my knowledge and powers to manipulate things in the background. Conquering the world is easy- I need a challenge. Essentially, the idea is to be the ruler of the world without anyone knowing- every single important government official in every major nation will have to report to me, or else.
Then I'd just mostly let the world run normally, only getting in the middle when I feel like it. Take occasional vacations to run around exploring the universe. I'd probably do terribly mean pranks to everyone who has ever been a jerk to me in my life. Since Superman has a perfect memory, I can probably make that my hobby- track down every person that has, oh, flipped me off, cut me off, made fun of me in elementary school, etc, etc, and have sweet, sweet revenge
1) I go and track down all the stuff I've bought from Half.com that never came in, administering backhanders as needed to idiots who got the address wrong and beating the shit out of scammers. You know, just to check that these powers are really working.
2) I whip up a nice suit of light armor to make a trademark and protect my identity.
3) Rig the Mega Millions lotto when it's at at least a good hundred million. Screw Kryptonite; I bow to the all-mighty dollar.
4) With the aid of my duplicates, I develop an affordable and ultra-efficient hydrogen engine and the cars to put them in and set up shop selling rides that look like they come out of any number of retro futuristic movies (and probably do, for that matter). For extra money on the side, I also begin mass station buy-outs and start rigging them with the needed facilities for hydrogen cars, since it'll take too damn long for them to get it done any other way.
5) A few bits of do-goodery, just enough to get my appearance out on the street. Do some data mining and get a few assholes lynched out of office, stop the next tanker from releasing its load of crude into the ocean, cure for cancer and AIDS, et cetera.
5) Design and start up colonies on Mars and the moon, probably including some terraforming tech to filter and generate atmospheres for them (I've got the speed of Supes and the Flash and the brains of Lex Luthor, I can do whatever the fuck I want, right?). Oh, yeah, can't forget FTL communications, an efficient spacecraft, and that sort of junk.
6) Start imposing my will on the world. Nothing like Supreme Ruler of Earth or anything like that, just go to the UN and start tellin' 'em that if they don't do certain things, like outlawing the use of conventional conbustion engines to ensure profit for my company and legalizing certain softcore crecreational drugs, left bad things begin to happen, like oil tankers up and dissipearing (their crews saftly deposited on land, naturally). Not that it should be hard with my designs.
7) That reminds me: develop alternative versions of recreational drugs that are much safer and have no health risk, yet are just as potant as the original, if not greater.
8) Develop a GitS-style neurological interface system to allow direct streaming of data into the brain and develop automated clinics that can instal them with no risk of permenant damage.
After that, I lay low and mooch off my millions, only appearing in my other guise to do occasional will enforcements and the like. Maybe do some of the other mentioned actions like universe exploration and all that at my discretion.
This has been another blunder by you friendly local idiot.
I pretty much use my newfound powers exclusively to get pussy. I have sort of a one track mind that way.
Any city gets what it admires, will pay for, and, ultimately, deserves…We want and deserve tin-can architecture in a tinhorn culture. And we will probably be judged not by the monuments we build but by those we have destroyed.--Ada Louise Huxtable, "Farewell to Penn Station", New York Times editorial, 30 October 1963 X-Ray Blues
I think I would probably end up having super-fights with myself, just for the hell of it, with each duplicate only using a certain portion of my power set determined by a carefully prepared dartboard.
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