[Author's note: /Text/ will indicate Kryptonian with, obviously more detail than has been released by the website author]
August 4, 2011. 0559 UTC
Kara woke groggily, blinking at the slight distortion in front of her eyes. Raising her hand, she pulled the glasses from her face, clearing her vision, and sat up. "/Rao blast it, Kal, I TOLD you I'm not going to use a secret identity.../" She trailed off. This wasn't the Fortress of Solitude.
"/Where am I?/" She looked around the room and discovered that she was in what could best be described as a mishmash of Terran artists' perceptions of what a Kryptonian workshop had really been like, with a touch of the Batcave added for good measure. A preliminary scan with her x-ray vision indicated that the various computers shouldn't even work, yet she could "hear" the data running down the switch ways with the telltale squawk of Terran fuzzy-logic processors, with just a pleasant enough tone that she could tell it hadn't been made by LexCorp. She looked at the monitors and was disturbed to see a laser-precise image of her physical form in rotation on a screen. Her fears weren't eased by the "Kryptonese" usage of Kryptonian writing to transliterate English.
"Human reproductive compatibility: optimal," she read. "Subject should be capable of surrogate motherhood of embryos fertilized in vitro... /Okayyy, JUST a bit creepy. Let's see if I can get out of here./"
[to be added to...]
''We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat
them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.''
-- James Nicoll
August 4, 2011. 0559 UTC
Kara woke groggily, blinking at the slight distortion in front of her eyes. Raising her hand, she pulled the glasses from her face, clearing her vision, and sat up. "/Rao blast it, Kal, I TOLD you I'm not going to use a secret identity.../" She trailed off. This wasn't the Fortress of Solitude.
"/Where am I?/" She looked around the room and discovered that she was in what could best be described as a mishmash of Terran artists' perceptions of what a Kryptonian workshop had really been like, with a touch of the Batcave added for good measure. A preliminary scan with her x-ray vision indicated that the various computers shouldn't even work, yet she could "hear" the data running down the switch ways with the telltale squawk of Terran fuzzy-logic processors, with just a pleasant enough tone that she could tell it hadn't been made by LexCorp. She looked at the monitors and was disturbed to see a laser-precise image of her physical form in rotation on a screen. Her fears weren't eased by the "Kryptonese" usage of Kryptonian writing to transliterate English.
"Human reproductive compatibility: optimal," she read. "Subject should be capable of surrogate motherhood of embryos fertilized in vitro... /Okayyy, JUST a bit creepy. Let's see if I can get out of here./"
[to be added to...]
''We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat
them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.''
-- James Nicoll