“You really think we should do this? I won’t get to see him grow up. Is this our only choice?” said a worried mother as she loaded her son on to the loading dock of the transporter.
“We need to do this Lara. The rains won’t stop and the acid in them will consume all life here. He is the last son of Krypton. He needs to live. He must live.” replied Jor-El as he prepared to launch the ship.
Launching in 3…2…1.
The ship took off disappearing into the toxic atmosphere. A sombre mother watched her son for the last time through the window.
“Build a better world than ours Kal. Be the person we could never be.”