Last Wish

Every day, my morning begins with a phone call. It's always the same, no exceptions. Peter Simmons, North Carolina. Peter insists on calling me every 24 hours, to check I'm okay alive. It's become quite a nuisance, but I cope. It's hard to know who to trust these days, with the attack on Metropolis and all.

Personally, I believe that all this 'Superman' stuff is bullshit. Literally every corner I turn, there's always at least someone raving on about how 'blessed' we are that some overpowered super-being has shown the courtesy to defend the Earth from alien attacks, even though he kills way more innocent bystanders than he does actual enemies. Not to mention that him being on Earth is, by my standards, an alien invasion in itself. No living thing, super-being or not, has the right to swoop from the heavens and intrude on our my day-to-day life to save us from impending doom. It's just downright rude.