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Mexico City
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lexcorpunlimited
Lex pondered all the things he had learned in Singapore ... the Century Children, the revelation of the Earth having once been menaced by yet another alternate universe version of Superman ... meeting the author of the Planetary Guides.
He had hoped to journey to Africa with Elijah Snow, but logistically, it made much more sense for him to head to Mexico. He had property in Mexico City they could use as a base of operations, and business contacts that could secure them a meeting with the young pop star, Valentina Cazador. It wasn't like she was an active adventurer like Jenny Quantum. Even if she had powers, as Snow suggested, the world she was surrounded by was more alien to their adventures than Superman or the Martian. No, she had to be approached properly, or all hell would break loose.
Snow's people would meet them in Mexico City, along with another one of these Century Children. Admittedly, the idea of them plagued his thoughts, these children ... some sort of planetary defense system. The Spirit of the 21st Century, the Ghost of the Desert, the Gateway Between the Living and the Dead ... The three he was aware of were powerful enough to change the world ... indeed, they were destined to change the world. But change it how ... Most of their predecessors were dead before 1950. What would the world have been like had they lived. What would happen if someone were present to guide them as youths?
He put the thought aside as they arrived at his penthouse suite in Mexico City. He had resisted the urge to have it decorated in a more cliche Latino fashion, instead favoring the same slick sophistication of his Metropolis apartment with more red, green and gold accents and a few indigenous antiques and work by Mexican painters and sculptors. He wondered how much of this would be apparent to his Kryptonian ... companion? Colleague? Whatever it was they were in this experiment of working together. It occurs to him, and not for the first time, how little he knows about Superman's tastes, aesthetics. Any of the things that would make him human. Silently, he wonders if he hasn't gone out of his way not to learn those things, or if the Kryptonian simply kept those things close to the vest.
They arrived, and Cazador's unreleased new album began to play. Lex had made arrangements to acquire a preview. The opening song was an upbeat pop anthem called, according to his display, "Espíritu Digital."
"Welcome to Mexico, Superman," he said. "Is there anything you need be before we meet up with Snow's people and rendezvous with the girl?
He had hoped to journey to Africa with Elijah Snow, but logistically, it made much more sense for him to head to Mexico. He had property in Mexico City they could use as a base of operations, and business contacts that could secure them a meeting with the young pop star, Valentina Cazador. It wasn't like she was an active adventurer like Jenny Quantum. Even if she had powers, as Snow suggested, the world she was surrounded by was more alien to their adventures than Superman or the Martian. No, she had to be approached properly, or all hell would break loose.
Snow's people would meet them in Mexico City, along with another one of these Century Children. Admittedly, the idea of them plagued his thoughts, these children ... some sort of planetary defense system. The Spirit of the 21st Century, the Ghost of the Desert, the Gateway Between the Living and the Dead ... The three he was aware of were powerful enough to change the world ... indeed, they were destined to change the world. But change it how ... Most of their predecessors were dead before 1950. What would the world have been like had they lived. What would happen if someone were present to guide them as youths?
He put the thought aside as they arrived at his penthouse suite in Mexico City. He had resisted the urge to have it decorated in a more cliche Latino fashion, instead favoring the same slick sophistication of his Metropolis apartment with more red, green and gold accents and a few indigenous antiques and work by Mexican painters and sculptors. He wondered how much of this would be apparent to his Kryptonian ... companion? Colleague? Whatever it was they were in this experiment of working together. It occurs to him, and not for the first time, how little he knows about Superman's tastes, aesthetics. Any of the things that would make him human. Silently, he wonders if he hasn't gone out of his way not to learn those things, or if the Kryptonian simply kept those things close to the vest.
They arrived, and Cazador's unreleased new album began to play. Lex had made arrangements to acquire a preview. The opening song was an upbeat pop anthem called, according to his display, "Espíritu Digital."
"Welcome to Mexico, Superman," he said. "Is there anything you need be before we meet up with Snow's people and rendezvous with the girl?
