Post by lawrenceliberty on Mar 29, 2024 19:25:24 GMT
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Hyperman (Kirk Quentin) was having a good day. Although the hero had been born on a now destroyed planet called Zaryn, and had spent his teen years in a community called Smallville on his adopted world of Trombus, he enjoyed his adult life as a college professor at Shuster University in the city of Metropolis. He loved his wife Rachel Duncan and had in fact been in love with the pretty redhead since they were neighbors in Smallville. She had been his confidante during those years when he had found it a bit difficult to balance life as both the heroic Hyperboy of the Hyper Family of champions and as popular young scholar athlete Kirk Quentin. In those days he was the nominal leader of the team since something about the red sun radiation of the sun of Trombus had given him an enhanced or hyper brain in addition to the various remarkable powers shared by his parents and their loyal dog Klypso. He swallowed hard as he thought of his now deceased mother and his now powerless father.
“I’ve got Pa back! He had been a captive of those Jovian shape-shifters of the Red Brotherhood for a while but now he is back. It is great to have him around again. I only wish I had played a role in the liberation of the poor captives taken and replaced by look-alikes by the aliens. The creep that posed as my father for all those weeks seems to have died as well. I suppose that’s a form of justice but I’d rather he had been sentenced to Kronis the Prison Planet like the other survivors!” he thought as he flew over the city.
Hyperman was referring to the fact that an alien cult had abducted the elder Quentin and replaced him with a double. The ruse had been exposed when the real Douglas Quentin had been returned to Trombus by some alien heroes. He was unhurt and had in fact been in a form of suspended animation during his time as a prisoner. He was the same kind, good- humored man he had always been and he was becoming more accustomed to his peaceful life as a normal man. For some reason Kirk’s parents had started to lose their super powers a few years after gaining them upon their first arrival on Trombus. Kirk assumed the same thing might have eventually happened to him; however, he was one of several alien heroes and heroines who experienced an alteration in their powers due to experiments by a now deceased alien known as Starbreaker years ago. All it really meant was Kirk was still powerful and he used his gifts to protect Trombus. He kept his powers now no matter what kind of sun he was under.
He wore the blue and gold costume he had adopted a few years after beginning his Hyperboy career. His folks had also modified their purple and gold costumes to achieve more individuality but that was also of little importance. They were loved by the people of Trombus no matter what they wore or how strong they were.
He landed at hyper speed on the roof of an apartment building where a smiling bald man in a green sweater and brown slacks greeted him with a kind smile.
“Son, it stills give me a real kick to see you in action! I never was as graceful as you are!” said Douglas Quentin the original and now retired
Hyperman as the father and son embraced.
Kirk said, “Pa, you always were too modest. You did more with your powers than I ever could!”
Douglas shook his head and said, “You flatter an old man! Good to see you, son!”
“You know since I’ve been back here, I’ve come to really appreciate what you enjoy in the big city but I won’t give up the farm since it holds too many memories for our time with your mother when we first got here and became both the Quentins and the Hyper Family,” he said.
Kirk nodded. He knew his father was missing his late mother as much as he was. Still, at least they were together again. He had his father, his wife Rachel, and two careers that he loved. Life was good.
He blinked rapidly. The light didn’t bother his eyes but for a moment he thought his father was wearing his old gold and green costume but the colors changed. The colors had switched. The gold cape and boots had become green while the green body suit had become gold. He wiped his eyes and shook his head. No, everything was normal looking again. Douglas was not wearing any version of his costume.Must have been a trick of the light.
They walked toward the steps that led to Kirk’s apartment. No one would notice Hyperman's super fast transformation to ordinary Kirk Quentin. Now, they approached Kirk’s home on the tenth floor.
“Rachel will be glad you could make it. I mean we were naturally thrilled when you first got back after being a captive but this will be a nice dinner where we can all just relax like we used to do!” Kirk said.
Douglas nodded. He had enjoyed his time as the original Hyperman but between losing his wife a few months ago and being a prisoner of alien invaders, he was more than happy to just be a retired farmer with a loving son and daughter-in-law. He didn’t really mind losing his powers .
He had retired for the most part back in 1972 when he handed the Hyperman name over to his son. That was the same year Kirk started working as a History Professor at Shuster University.
A lovely redhead opened an apartment door and hugged each of them. “Douglas! I fixed your favorite meal! Come in!”
Douglas Quentin nodded and greeted his beloved daughter-in-law Rachel with pleasure. She had always been a pretty, smart, and loving child.
He was happy for his boy. She was also a respected archaeologist and instructor at Shuster University as well.
He said, “Rachel, dear, I brought my farmer’s appetite!”
They laughed and entered the warm and comfortable Quentin home. Kirk felt once more how lucky he was to have so many blessing.
He glanced down at an issue of the Daily Planet newspaper. He frowned as he saw a byline Rona Troupe. He assumed it was a typo. He knew reporter Ron Troupe well. These things happened. Seconds later the type seemed to shift and it read Ronald Troupe.
Kirk had already put down the paper. Like his father’s briefly altered costume, he considered the occurrence to be of no importance. And yet, something made him hesitate. Some heroic instinct developed after years of being the planet’s greatest champion made him shiver. Was something wrong?
Hyperman (Kirk Quentin) was having a good day. Although the hero had been born on a now destroyed planet called Zaryn, and had spent his teen years in a community called Smallville on his adopted world of Trombus, he enjoyed his adult life as a college professor at Shuster University in the city of Metropolis. He loved his wife Rachel Duncan and had in fact been in love with the pretty redhead since they were neighbors in Smallville. She had been his confidante during those years when he had found it a bit difficult to balance life as both the heroic Hyperboy of the Hyper Family of champions and as popular young scholar athlete Kirk Quentin. In those days he was the nominal leader of the team since something about the red sun radiation of the sun of Trombus had given him an enhanced or hyper brain in addition to the various remarkable powers shared by his parents and their loyal dog Klypso. He swallowed hard as he thought of his now deceased mother and his now powerless father.
“I’ve got Pa back! He had been a captive of those Jovian shape-shifters of the Red Brotherhood for a while but now he is back. It is great to have him around again. I only wish I had played a role in the liberation of the poor captives taken and replaced by look-alikes by the aliens. The creep that posed as my father for all those weeks seems to have died as well. I suppose that’s a form of justice but I’d rather he had been sentenced to Kronis the Prison Planet like the other survivors!” he thought as he flew over the city.
Hyperman was referring to the fact that an alien cult had abducted the elder Quentin and replaced him with a double. The ruse had been exposed when the real Douglas Quentin had been returned to Trombus by some alien heroes. He was unhurt and had in fact been in a form of suspended animation during his time as a prisoner. He was the same kind, good- humored man he had always been and he was becoming more accustomed to his peaceful life as a normal man. For some reason Kirk’s parents had started to lose their super powers a few years after gaining them upon their first arrival on Trombus. Kirk assumed the same thing might have eventually happened to him; however, he was one of several alien heroes and heroines who experienced an alteration in their powers due to experiments by a now deceased alien known as Starbreaker years ago. All it really meant was Kirk was still powerful and he used his gifts to protect Trombus. He kept his powers now no matter what kind of sun he was under.
He wore the blue and gold costume he had adopted a few years after beginning his Hyperboy career. His folks had also modified their purple and gold costumes to achieve more individuality but that was also of little importance. They were loved by the people of Trombus no matter what they wore or how strong they were.
He landed at hyper speed on the roof of an apartment building where a smiling bald man in a green sweater and brown slacks greeted him with a kind smile.
“Son, it stills give me a real kick to see you in action! I never was as graceful as you are!” said Douglas Quentin the original and now retired
Hyperman as the father and son embraced.
Kirk said, “Pa, you always were too modest. You did more with your powers than I ever could!”
Douglas shook his head and said, “You flatter an old man! Good to see you, son!”
“You know since I’ve been back here, I’ve come to really appreciate what you enjoy in the big city but I won’t give up the farm since it holds too many memories for our time with your mother when we first got here and became both the Quentins and the Hyper Family,” he said.
Kirk nodded. He knew his father was missing his late mother as much as he was. Still, at least they were together again. He had his father, his wife Rachel, and two careers that he loved. Life was good.
He blinked rapidly. The light didn’t bother his eyes but for a moment he thought his father was wearing his old gold and green costume but the colors changed. The colors had switched. The gold cape and boots had become green while the green body suit had become gold. He wiped his eyes and shook his head. No, everything was normal looking again. Douglas was not wearing any version of his costume.Must have been a trick of the light.
They walked toward the steps that led to Kirk’s apartment. No one would notice Hyperman's super fast transformation to ordinary Kirk Quentin. Now, they approached Kirk’s home on the tenth floor.
“Rachel will be glad you could make it. I mean we were naturally thrilled when you first got back after being a captive but this will be a nice dinner where we can all just relax like we used to do!” Kirk said.
Douglas nodded. He had enjoyed his time as the original Hyperman but between losing his wife a few months ago and being a prisoner of alien invaders, he was more than happy to just be a retired farmer with a loving son and daughter-in-law. He didn’t really mind losing his powers .
He had retired for the most part back in 1972 when he handed the Hyperman name over to his son. That was the same year Kirk started working as a History Professor at Shuster University.
A lovely redhead opened an apartment door and hugged each of them. “Douglas! I fixed your favorite meal! Come in!”
Douglas Quentin nodded and greeted his beloved daughter-in-law Rachel with pleasure. She had always been a pretty, smart, and loving child.
He was happy for his boy. She was also a respected archaeologist and instructor at Shuster University as well.
He said, “Rachel, dear, I brought my farmer’s appetite!”
They laughed and entered the warm and comfortable Quentin home. Kirk felt once more how lucky he was to have so many blessing.
He glanced down at an issue of the Daily Planet newspaper. He frowned as he saw a byline Rona Troupe. He assumed it was a typo. He knew reporter Ron Troupe well. These things happened. Seconds later the type seemed to shift and it read Ronald Troupe.
Kirk had already put down the paper. Like his father’s briefly altered costume, he considered the occurrence to be of no importance. And yet, something made him hesitate. Some heroic instinct developed after years of being the planet’s greatest champion made him shiver. Was something wrong?