In American comics, drawing cards reveals wave-particle duality

Passing through the thick ice, Clark landed inside the familiar Kryptonian spaceship.

A faint blue light of energy lit up as he walked, as if the entire spaceship was responding to the arrival of its owner.

The sound of his hurried combat boots stomping on the ground echoed in the cold metal corridor. The spacecraft's temperature system seemed to sense his presence and began to adjust the cabin environment.

The biting cold gradually subsided, replaced by a reassuring warmth.

As he went deeper into the ship, more and more systems began to wake up, and the biometric scanner on the ceiling cast a faint red light, confirming his identity.

"Karl..."

Jor-El's consciousness automatically condensed and took shape in front of Clark, and that familiar face was as gentle as ever.

The extremely realistic holographic projection appears exceptionally clear in the dim light inside the spacecraft.

"You look a little anxious, what happened?"

But this time, Clark did not greet his father as usual, but directly took out the Krypton certificate given by Jonathan from the secret pocket of his uniform.

"Father, I need to know the origin of this thing."

There was an undisguised nervousness in his voice.

"Don't worry, my child...let me see."

Jor-El's projection moved forward, examining the credentials in Clark's hand.

A light blue scanning beam shot out from the cabin wall and moved back and forth across the surface of the certificate. As the scan went deeper, Joe-El's expression became more solemn.

The lights in the control room dimmed completely, leaving only Jor-El's holographic projection and the scanning beam flickering in the darkness.

Clark noticed that his father's image began to flicker.

"what is this?"

"I searched the database. This is the military credential of the Supreme Council."

Jor-El finally spoke, but Clark was acutely aware that his voice was deeper than usual.

"In the final days of Krypton, only a handful of people held this level of clearance."

"Moreover, this certificate also carries General Zod's personal code."

Jor-El's voice suddenly turned serious.

"The details are completely consistent. The material and energy fluctuations are all definite evidence of Krypton."

Clark held the voucher, his face full of confusion.

"Father, what does this mean?"

Jor-El's projection paced back and forth in the room. As an artificial intelligence, the habitual movement codes of his thinking were also recorded into it.

"The military did initiate several secret projects before Krypton's destruction, but most records were lost with the planet's destruction."

He turned to Clark.

"If this credential was activated, it could potentially open up certain security protocols that we're not aware of."

"So... Carl."

He raised his head and looked at Clark with burning eyes.

“Tell me, where did you get it?”

Clark took a deep breath.

"A man who claimed to be one of my people gave it to me."

He paused.

"But his purpose...I'm not quite sure yet."

“Karl, you know, this is not a simple token.”

Jor-El's voice became more serious.

"This belonged to a rebel general, a man who left a bloody mark on Kryptonian history."

The holographic projection wavered gently in the air.

"If someone shows you this token, it means they have their eyes on you."

In the spacecraft's main control room, the ambient light suddenly turned to a warning red.

Clark noticed that his father's projection had become more solid.

“Our Krypton once had a highly developed civilization and advanced technology, but it also had a deep hierarchy and extreme ideas of racial preservation.

Zod is the ultimate representative of this idea.

He believes in perpetuating the Kryptonian bloodline by any means necessary, even at the expense of other life forms."

"And in the last days of Krypton..."

Jor-El continued.

"General Zod has established a secret organization that claims to be the guardians of Kryptonian blood, but in fact..."

There was deep pain in his voice.

"There is a fundamental difference in our philosophies. Zod will stop at nothing to rebuild Krypton, and his methods are brutal and unscrupulous.

His obsession with the continuation of his race has completely distorted his judgment. They have created countless chaos and killings just for the so-called survival of their race. "

"Moreover, Zod has been looking for an opportunity, an opportunity to rebuild their ideal Kryptonian empire.

And you, as the last bloodline of Krypton, may be the key to their plan."

The red light in the control room grew deeper, and Clark could even hear the sound of energy fluctuations coming from deep within the spacecraft.

At this time, he realized that he might be involved in a more dangerous situation than he imagined.

"So what should I do, Father?"

If it was someone else on Krypton...

Clark's heartbeat quickened slightly, and even with his abilities, he felt a chill at this moment.

You know, it took him 25 years on Earth to reach his current strength. This is also the dormant potential of Kryptonians.

If there are many Kryptonians like him, then he and even his relatives will be in danger if they go to Earth.

While Clark was thinking, Jor-El continued:

"I have completed a detailed scan. Fortunately, there is no positioning device on this token, but..."

There was clear worry in his voice.

Clark's brows were tightly furrowed, forming a deep "川" character.

"You carry Krypton's Code of Life within you. To Zod, it is the key to rebuilding our species."

"He will pursue you recklessly and destroy anything that stands in his way. His madness and determination will bring the Earth into a devastating disaster."

At this moment Clark felt great pressure and helplessness.

Zod's extremism and insane obsession with the continuation of his race are in huge conflict with the ideas of respecting life and coexisting peacefully that Clark learned on Earth.

This is not just a battle for racial survival, but also a collision of two completely different world views and values.

But he knew that to Zod himself, he was not wrong.

Clark had mixed emotions swirling inside him.

Ever since his father told him everything about Zod, and coupled with the previous experience of Jonathan, who claimed to be a member of his tribe, coming to his door, he felt unprecedented pressure and confusion.

As an adopted farm boy in Kansas, he once longed to know his true origins, but now the truth comes so suddenly.

Since Jonathan could come to him, his identity had already been exposed.

This also means that potential danger may come at any time.

In this age of highly circulated information, even the tiniest clue can be traced.

Clark couldn't help but think of the traces he left in the Daily Planet:

Those signed articles, photos with colleagues, and his girlfriend Louise and mother Martha.

Clark, who was used to hiding himself, had the first thought of resigning, living in seclusion, and finding a remote place away from possible threats.

Maybe it's the Alaskan wilderness or the depths of the Siberian taiga, where you can start a new life in hiding.

But ironically, Clark also knew clearly that escape would not solve the problem and danger would eventually come.

That being the case...

Some things need to be confirmed.

He took out the contact information Jonathan gave him and dialed the number.