[color=crimson][b][u]The Case of the Asteroid Meltdown[/u][/b][/color] --------- Super C here. Do you remember when we had the fan mail crisis going? It was during that time that I had the unfortunate scene where I dropped to the ground, looked up at the sky, and screamed, "WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?" It was the angriest I had ever been with the general public; the very people we vowed to protect became our own worst enemy, even more so than the GSAF, AIRAF, F5 Terror Force, or even those tabloid terrorists, which we all deemed to be the worst of the worst. When you sink lower than the old version of Bendraqi, that's saying something. However, this was not the only time in which this was the case; this story had taught us all a hard lesson about IC3 and its predecessors, and how it had something to do with the way humans were showing their ungratefulness (without the humans realizing they were showing ungratefulness). It happened more recently, as a matter of fact, but this is still a flashback of sorts. ------ Another scene where I was really frustrated with the public came about when the C.I.D.F. called me to help them protect our world from a wild amount of asteroids coming towards Earth from the asteroid belt. Now we weren't sure if IC3 had anything to do with the asteroid attack at first (research would show that it ultimately did), but we know it had something to do with how the humans responded, or, rather, did not respond. (The animal kingdom showed their gratitude towards us, but they did so via social media posts, instead of cheering and applauding in person.) The main difference is that I didn't snap like I did in the previous example. These were all natural asteroids, so they weren't being controlled by some anonymous source or supervillain, even though it sure seemed like it. I found this out the hard way upon donning my uniform and flying into space, and seeing the patterns of the asteroids coming for Earth. As I began to destroy them with my fireballs, using all six colors (red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and white), the C.I.D.F. sent out warning messages to the planet, resulting in special news bulletins interrupting regular programming. However, because IC3 was brainwashing the humans, and the humans weren't realizing it at the time, they immediately turned their TVs and radios off, because they thought it was just another report about Donald Trump, since the media says everything he does is a controversy. (He has dropped the tariffs, however, and the new mayor of Washington, D.C., Lt. General William Mathis of the U.S. Marine Corps, is helping keep Trump in line. Mathis is a lion originally from the planet Kreigland, where he was one of the toughest military drill instructors the planet had. He continued his career by enlisting in the U.S. Marine Corps, where he worked his way up to his current rank of lieutenant general.) They didn't even pay attention to the fact the skies were turning red. The animal kingdom, however, was hunkering down, and equally furious with the humans for not paying attention. -------- One possible theory as to why the C.I.D.F. think IC3 had something to do with the asteroid attack is because the asteroids were sending out gamma waves that shortened out their technology, and it was blocking their progress. It was also preventing them from helping me out, and it was preventing me from doing the logical thing and calling the other G-52s that could fly to help me stop these asteroids. (They were, however, attempting to protect the population, but because they couldn't contact me, they had no idea where I was.) All we do know is that if it was IC3, it had broken its promise to leave the humans alone, and by virtue of this asteroid attack, it would kill them all in one fell swoop, something CNG and IC2 wanted to do, but never got around to doing. I wouldn't be surprised if it was IC3, because for every asteroid I took out with my fireballs or with a powerful punch (because I sometimes did punch them), [i]six[/i] more appeared to continue the assault. I was on my own for this one, though, but it wasn't the first time I had done solo missions due to circumstances beyond my control. (In this case, the supernatural force of the asteroids were preventing the C.I.D.F. from helping me, and it was also preventing my fellow G-52s from knowing what was happening at the time. I did not hold them at fault, however, because they were protecting the civilians.) So how was I able to put a stop to the assault? It took all of my energy to do so, but I channeled all of it into making one massive fireball of a color I had never been able to create before: purple. (I don't know how I did that, to be honest. It may have been a freak accident of IC3 for all we can tell, since IC3, like its predecessors, has a conscience in constant clash with itself. Think of Freud's explanations of id, ego, and superego, and you'll get an idea of what I'm talking about.) With one mighty blow, all the asteroids exploded when the purple fireball hit them, and back on Earth, it made the sky turn an eerie white color before the standard blue sky color returned. (The whole thing lasted about 10 seconds.) --------- "Wasn't that SuperCat up here?" one ungrateful man asked. "Yes; fighting crime wherever it may be. Good for him," said his wife in a sarcastic manner. "Always showing off; always wanting attention," said the man's sister. "He'll just never learn." "Why is everybody acting like that Clements lady?" D.W. asked herself when she heard the conversation. She had dealt with this family before, but she was seeing more and more of that because of IC3. ---------- Because I had lost all my energy from that purple fireball, I had temporarily lost all my powers, so I fell back down to Earth. The C.I.D.F. were busy restoring all communications, and one was finally able to message T2, asking him for help in restoring communications with the G-52s. He did so at all expedient speed, which gave Cripto enough time to catch me in a force field bubble and bring me down safely. The tiger of purity did so, and I landed back in Wonder Park near Marching Greens. "Boss, are you okay? What happened up there?" he asked, almost panicking. "I think IC3 is going back on its promise to spare the humans," I said, trying to get my breath back. "The C.I.D.F. think it is responsible for all those asteroids. It even found a way to disrupt all communications, which T2 is fixing as we speak, leaving me to handle that all by myself. I think my powers have betrayed me." I then collapsed. Cripto quickly used his powers to revive me afterwards. Now I wish to point out something very important here: I don't do my superhero job for the fame, glory, or applause. I do it because I care about the people of our great nation, whose military and first responders also work their butts off to protect them day and night. I just wished that the humans would stop to realize just how much their lives were in jeopardy, because American society and culture have made a grave mistake in valuing individuals over society as a whole. (In Canada, I've heard, it's the other way around. I may be wrong about that; I'd have to check with Levi and the others.) By the time Cripto got me back to full health, the C.I.D.F. soldiers on duty, including my dad, Prius (the Supreme Admiral of the C.I.D.F.), came to see how I was doing. "I haven't been this exhausted since the last time CNG almost killed me off," I said. "Get some rest, son," Dad advised me. "And don't worry about the public. They will learn their lesson if it kills them." -------------- I spent the next day sleeping in and taking the day off from running my fitness chain, Wildcat Power Gyms. (Fortunately, I have staff to help me run it.) I wrote in my private journal, commenting on how baffled I was at humanity's choice to behave like this, because at the time, I didn't know it was IC3 brainwashing them. IC3 works like that, though. The humans don't even feel a thing when they let it brainwash them; similar to CNG, they only know it happens when they start to suffer severe headaches, and start beating themselves up for everything they ever did. (Fortunately, we have deprogramming centers all over the United States and Canada to help those people get out of the mindsets.) "Yes, it is true that I've been ticked off at the American public before," I wrote in my journal, "but this incident takes the cake. The public made the assumption it was the news media complaining about Trump because he's now the President instead of Leo, and the rest of the world has been telling the U.S. how wrong it was of them to not choose Leo. Instead, the news media was trying to tell everybody to hunker down about the asteroids." (The news media even commented on this once they found out what was going on, and Trump, in his latest TV appearance, told the nation they should be ashamed of themselves. "I'm saying exactly what Leo would have said to you, so think about that!" he said.) "We went from being the gold standard of living to being the laughing stock of the world in a heartbeat; we're getting to the point where Canada is slowly but surely becoming the gold standard, although part of that is because Circus Delights is the most beloved circus on the planet, and they're based out of Canada. Coincidence? I think not! I'm just grateful I didn't scream, 'WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?', like I did on that one occasion. Still, I'll never understand it. At least the animal kingdom was paying attention, but did the humans listen? No. They just carried on as if nothing had happened." -------------- Soon we'd do some more investigating into what IC3's motives were, but we'll save that for another journal entry. I need to get some sleep. Get yourselves a good night's sleep, too. You can do so; I made sure of that. Good night. ---------- [color=yellow][b]THE END[/b][/color]