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Ficlet: Top Five Pet Peeves of Hypertemporal Physicists (PG13, JL, Prompt #6: Theory)

Title: Top Five Pet Peeves of Hypertemporal Physicists
Fandom: DC
Prompt: #6, Theory
Word Count: About three hundred
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: DC owns all characters involved.
Summary: It's more complex than Star Trek makes it look, you know?



5. There's an infinitude of universes, but the atypical -and hard to find- are often the most interesting.

The sensors in the Oval Office brought security in before the thermal signature of his heat vision or the smell of burned flesh could.

"Mr. President, are you alright?"

"I'm perfectly fine," said President-Elect Kent.

* * *

4. Trans-causality is a bitch.

Luthor didn't throw his chair against the monitor. No. He would have done so for a lesser offense, but that alien monster becoming President of the United States -no matter in what universe- was the ultimate insult, and deserved a much bigger punishment.

It demanded retribution in kind.

* * *

3. No, really. Trans-causality is a bitch.

Luthor didn't leak the surveillance files of Superman killing him in the Oval Office to the public. They neither knew nor could be allowed to know about the existence or parallel Earths. He merely leaked the video to the people who decided who the public would ultimately vote for.


* * *

2. In matters of hypertemporal inertia, forewarning means squat.

The sensors in the Oval Office brought security in before the thermal signature of his heat vision or the smell of burned fless could.

"Mr. President, are you alright?"

"He was a danger to the safety of the country and the planet," said Superman. "I sincerely hope you were unwitting accomplices."

* * *

1. Bastards.

So Superman had killed another Lex Luthor. Luthor shrugged at the monitor. He only cared about one Luthor chronal branch -himself-, and one Superman chronal branch, the one that had replaced that world's Superman and taken over his country.

They had played this game in many universes now, and Superman looked wearier every time. Sooner or later, he would fall apart under the strain of shoring up his hero complex in the face of his own actions.

Luthor smiled. No point in killing the alien before.

.finis.
Tags: fic, jl, jl fic, philosophy_20 challenge, prompt #6: theory
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