Well, you're the first one to say that. I'm glad. For what is worth the conversation was enjoyable to me as well, as I remember it. My real name is Kal-Elm and I'm from Krypton.
Not at all, this is what I really look like. I have no idea how Kryptonians came to look exactly like humans, I guess the form must have its evolutionary advantages.
You mentioned you came from G'loot Praktaw? [Which he knows is 'Mars', he already told Clark Kent. But he can't say that.]
My planet died when I was a newborn. I'm- [the only survivor? No, that isn't right anymore.] ...one of the few survivors. I was sent to Earth and raised as a human.
It's fine. [It will never be 100% fine, but he's done all he can to protect what's left of his people now. Things will be alright.
(No they won't Kal you live in a comic book world).]
I know a lot about my culture thanks to some technology my father left behind for me. You told me about yours, so if you wish I could return the favor.
It is, I suppose, compared to Earth. But that actually gives me trouble sometimes: when you're used to dealing with futuristic technology sometimes the simplest gadget is even harder to use.
[Reflexively, Croach opens his mouth to correct him, but stops. In another universe, it may be acceptable to designate G'loot Proktaw as 'Mars', though he cannot truly approve.]
I would be very interested to know about your version of my planet.
[Clark closes and opens his mouth, unsure on how to word it. It's not that he doesn't trust Croach, it's that he isn't sure if the alien knows the kind of information he's got in his hands now.]
... Not many people know what I really am. And I'd like to keep it that way. Do you understand?
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