This morning, when I woke up, a brand new idea came into my mind. It was a thing I had to figure out. I think I couldn't have lived longer under such conditions, not knowing THE answer. So I asked Daddy.
- Daaaaaad? How do you make a baby?
- Oh, Krykry, I don't know! Please, ask your mother. Don't you see I'm working?
Daddy always says that. “I'm working blablabla, ask your mum, blablabla later”. But I'm a grown-up now. I obviously see he's not working, it's just not to answer me. He always makes his “concentrated look”, looks up from his newspaper to me, slowly takes off his glasses and begins blabla-ing. It's sooo irritating that I usually don't insist and ask Mummy. So I did.
- Muuuuuum? How do you make a baby?
- Oh, Krykry, I'm glad you asked me before you ask your dad!
Mummy always says that. I don't want to make her sad, so I never say I've asked Daddy first.
- Mmmh, yeah... I ask you first because... yeah...
- Krykry, you don't have to tell me why! I'm your mother, it's just normal! So, how to make a baby. That's a big big question and I think you've reached the age to deserve an answer. For people like us, it's a bit complicated. Let me tell you a story.
Mummy always has a story to explain a complicated thing.
- Once upon a time, in a galaxy far far away, there was a planet, a big big rock called Mum. Another planet named Dad, at least as big as Mum, appeared in the horizon and approached, little by little. He began to rotate around her, as planets usually do. But attraction between them was stronger than ever... Do you wanna hear what's coming next?
- Yes yes! Keep going!
- Ok. So... Attraction between them was stronger than ever. So strong that, after a while, the two planets collided. From the collision born a lot of little stones. Those baby-stones had one only goal: to grow up until they become meteorites, as their parents did, before falling onto the earth. The end. “Et voilà”, that's how you and your hundreds of brothers and sisters are born! Our people, the Kryptonites, are suppose to fall precisely onto Smalville to kill our enemy, Superman the Loser, following our unique destiny.
- But, Mummy, does it mean I am born to be a bad meteorite?
- Yes Krykry, there's no other way.
So I had the answer I was waiting for. This morning, at 847 years old, I learned how to make a baby, but also that, in something like a thousand years, when I'll be a big big Kryptonite-stone, I'll have to be someone mean. My destiny is to kill Superman the Loser. And I will.
- Krykry, a piece of Kryptonite, future villain of every movie, comic book or tv series with Superman inside -
