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The Sun God and the World's Smartest Man

Hyperion had grown lonely watching the world from above. He missed his comrades of old. But this was a new world, with new opportunities. Maybe he could make up for past errors, begin again.

He flew up far above the clouds. Reaching the apex of his leap, framed by the sun itself, Mark became his dive back to earth. He fell like a blazing meteor from out of space. Moments before hitting the ground (which still put him far above even the world's tallest buildings) he pulled himself out of the dive and made his way to the Baxter Building.

"Maybe we can be allies again, old friend," Hyperion spoke to himself, "Maybe here, things will be different."

This Baxter Building was much brighter than what Mark had been used to. It seemed as if this Reed had become a good man, a family man. Mark smiled.

"I always knew there was good in you Reed..." but this wasn't his Reed. That man made his choices and he paid for them. But still, it hurt to know he couldn't save his dearest friend. But he was here now, another life, another destiny.

Hyperion found Reed's Lab and knocked out at the window.

"Dr. Richards, my name is Mark Milton, Hyperion of another earth. I thought we could talk."

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The Lonely Sun God

Hyperion looked down at the big, blue world spinning beneath.

He had travelled the infinite distances between other realities. He had seem himself as a god and as a monster, as a king, as weapon, but these were not the reflections he chose to remember. He chose to remember the 51 Hyperions of the inner universes who had joined him against the Mad Titan Thanos, fighting the last battle of their tiny multiverse, when angels descended and the Squadron Supreme stood against the Dire Wraiths.

But that world was dead. Gone were Nighthawk, his closest friend; Doc Spectrum, a fine soldier; Whizzer, the youngest of them and the one with the most promise; and Zarda...beautiful Zarda, the finest warrior Hyperion had even met, and the love of his life.

Hyperion watched the world turn and...remembered..

"Mark, come to bed," said Zarda, wearing her purple chiffon as they both floated high above the world, "What worries you, my little Sun God."

Hyperion looked to the sky, "I wonder whether I have done enough. It's so difficult to walk that line between guard dog and tyrant, and more difficult still to know if my choices made me a hero. There is so much we can do, but somehow we fail, again and again. The forces beyond good and evil, the cosmic destruction that devours realities neighboring our own...did I do enough, or did an innocent die today."

"Mark, you know as well as I that we are not the gods they think us. We are not omnipotent. Whats matters is that we do what we can and know that the world is a little better for it. If that takes blood and death, then we must do it. We are warriors, my love, and this life of ours has always been a war."

Hyperion remembered her voice, her face, her touch...and he knew she was wrong. He was not a warrior. This life of his was never a war, it was a rescue mission. When the multiverse itself bends before your might, how can any war not become simply another game?

It's time, Hyperion thought to himself. In a burst of speed, he pierced the sky of this new world, all of his senses suddenly open to the life across its surface. This was a world of superheroes. Some familiar, some very different. There was a Dr. Richards that resembled his own Reed in the years before his fall from grace. There were Marvels, children of the Kree. He sensed a disciple of the Iron Fist style and a master magician, a Sorcerer Supreme. An entire earth, populated by superheroes...

Earth-616...your sun god has arrived...