4 Sensory overload.

After the strange day came to an end, I made my way back to the inner halls of the ship, searching for a place to rest.

Eventually, I stumbled upon a room devoid of furniture. However, instead of conventional beds, there were these amazing geo-liquid beds. They were incredibly comfortable; even the pods I hibernated in had the same soft surface.

Geo-liquid crystals are truly remarkable do-it-all technologies. Just by looking at them, you can see their potential.

I mean, once self-replacing nanotechnology becomes available, it would be foolish not to use it for everything, unless you are brain-dead and incapable of appreciating such advancements.

I managed to get some sleep on the bed to ensure it wasn't a mere dream.

When I woke up and confirmed that it was all real, I began contemplating my next steps.

I realized that I didn't want to spend my entire life confined to this ship; that would be counterintuitive.

This body I am wearing now has already spent 3000 years sleeping his buttocks off, so that's enough.

Now, to join society and become an upstanding part of it, you will need some credentials, of course.

Someone equipped with a super-advanced alien artificial intelligence wouldn't struggle in such matters.

"Ship, tell me... hold on, I can't just keep calling you ship; I need to find you a name. Anyway, tell me how I can get some credentials; can you pull it off?"

"Your quest for blending with Earth society and acquiring the requisite credentials will be underway, sir."

"Good, how would you do that? I'm not doubting you; I just want to know how far your capabilities go," I asked sincerely.

"Using my quantum phantom processing core, cracking weak earth's encryptions is a seemingly easy endeavor, commander," the AI answered proudly like he was talking about a good, strong right hook.

"I shall initiate the creation of a curated trail of documentation that substantiates your new identity with my access to global information networks. I will infiltrate and manipulate government data centers, seeding them with comprehensive information concerning your persona and desired background. Given the rudimentary nature of current information networks, this task shall be accomplished with relative ease," he added, adding his usual boring details.

"This is amazing news, Ordis. That's what I will call you, Ordis," I said with a eureka tone.

Now that I have an Orbiter 'ship' and Ordis if DC and Marvel can party together, why not invite Warframe? I chuckled to myself.

"How much will it take you to get me, some ID, and bank accounts with some money? Don't make it look suspicious; we need to stay away from preying eyes, okay, Ordis?" I warned.

"Commander, with the state of the ship, I am allocating a lot of my cognitive power to the repairs of the ship to bring it to its optimal state, which means that it will take a bit of time to follow through with your commands."

"Okay, no rush, Ordis; I should attend to other pressing matters anyway."

"Keep up the good work," I said encouragingly as I made my way through the ship to explore and get a sense of my new home.

Exploring the ship, it's nothing like the scout ship from Man of Steel; this one looks more advanced and bigger in size.

Walking to the hangar, I found four transport ships, like the ones they landed with to take Superman to Zod; they all look new, though.

There was also a lot of machinery and tools, of which I have no idea what their uses are.

But they all look like construction tools, ramps, and big robotic arms with maybe laser cutters on them, but overall everything within the ship looks industrial.

Exploring more and more, I found other rooms with more dead bodies; I also found a broken Genesis chamber and an armory full of power armor and guns.

It's funny how their "exploration" ships were loaded with the firepower to blow up a continent, but that's the nature of expansionists, and again, for a civilization that is aware of other alien species, they have to be ready for Xenomorphs and the like.

Xenomorphs and Yoda don't seem like crazy ideas anymore; they exist in a multiverse out there.

Thinking of this, who knows what kind of weirdness my original world had?

Maybe the stories about the cow snatchers and butt probers were all real.

If Tony Stark and the Hulk are real, wouldn't you think the green little men are wild?

You know why I am thinking all about this?

Right! I am loitering and procrastinating on my next step.

which is to walk out there and get hit with pain.

After all, pain is just a sensory alarm to the brain that something is wrong.

I headed to the armory and put on battle armor. It has an environmental control system inside and life support systems that let me switch it on and remove the mask so I could breathe in the earth's atmosphere, which would instantly overcharge me.

I made my way to the hanger door with slow steps.

Pain. pain Even though I went through a lot of it, it still scares me, from my war incident to my death, which all become vivid memories with how my brain seems to remember everything, even from my past life.

So when it comes to facing pain, I am a coward.

The door opens with a mechanical whine and puffs of gas.

As I took my first steps on this earth, I was ready for what was coming. It has to be done anyway, and I doubt this will be the last time I feel pain either.

I stepped into the frozen land and looked at the sun, drinking in its rays.

then opened my mask to get done with it.

then boom!!

A surge of sensations overwhelms me. The sounds, the smells, the sights—I am bombarded with a flood of information that was amplified to an excruciating degree.

The sounds assault my ears, transforming even the gentlest rustle of wind into a deafening roar.

I can hear the minute details—the distant hum of air traffic, the beating of a bird's wings, the rush of blood through my veins. It's too much and too intense.

The scents invade my nostrils with an overpowering force. The delicate fragrance of flowers is no longer gentle but suffocatingly potent. The stench of pollution permeates the air, assaulting my senses relentlessly.

My X-ray vision went highwire, and colors I didn't even know existed are now bombarding my brain. It's fascinating, yes, but also disorienting.

My eyes darted involuntarily, trying to process and make sense of the overwhelming amount of information flooding in. It's like I'm seeing the world through a thousand lenses, each image overlapping and merging.

I remind myself of the self-control training I underwent as a Marine in my past life. Breathe, focus, and regain control.

You can never fight against a river's flow; it's a losing battle, and you should surrender control to its current.

Instead of fighting against the sensory flood, I embraced it with a calm and focused mindset. I reminded myself to breathe and to ground myself in the present moment.

I tried to look around, to hear, to focus on specific things, and to drink them in.

With each inhale and exhale, I let the overwhelming sounds become a symphony, the intense scents become a tapestry, and the dizzying visuals become a kaleidoscope of wonder.

I did it for a couple of minutes of pain and stopped.

and repeated again.

each time, learning from my past mistakes.

The whole thing took me days to do.

Today, something I didn't expect happened.

While struggling with pain and trying to focus my eyes, beams of fiery optic blasts came through my eyes, melting the ice and shrouding all the surroundings in a misty haze.

I couldn't control it; it kept going and going.

I had to put my Kryptogyne mask on.

I failed today's battle.

but I will keep doing it over and over till I get it right.

After a week Through a combination of mental fortitude and sheer determination, I trained myself to filter and prioritize sensory input.

I focused on the sounds that mattered.

When you figure out control, it all comes easy to you.

It wasn't instant mastery, but I adapted fairly easily. My past experiences as a Marine provided a solid foundation for discipline and focus.

But now that I can walk around without getting a headache out of it, I still get a lot of sensory input since I can't really stop it, but I can choose what to focus on.

I tried Flight, but it seems I am not powerful enough to pull it off; all I can do is very high jumps. I tried to Superman it, but that didn't work either.

I will have to spend more time sunbathing and basking in our parent star's rays.

and power? I had so much power.

I can literally shatter boulders into dust, and I can't wait to punch Thanos's teeth in.

but I'm sure I'm not stupid enough to go against him alone or in my current state.

Now I will have to focus on consolidating power and building a foundation on which I can stand.

For now, I will have to go fetch my credentials, ID, bank stuff, and even my new house in New York.

Ordis did some money laundering, moved it through other people's accounts, and pushed it as legitimate money.

but it was outright stolen, but I don't care; money is better used than stored.

and I have a huge need for money right now.

As for the name, I couldn't help but pound the pendent I found inside my hibernation pod.

It was that of a sun, clearly signifying the Kryptonian god Rao.

but it inspired me to choose the name Sol Brightburn.

Too on the nose, right?

Well, I already had enough history put into place: a dead family of foster kids who all met their demise in a house fire; with news articles and all, only I survived as a kid; and even breadcrumbs of me actually changing my name years ago.

after all its a comic book world, where you will find a soldier with the surname Rogers or Otto Octavius, Julian Gregory Day AKA Calendar Man, or hell Doctor Doom & Strange, so having the name Sol Brightburn will pass just fine thanks to the inworld logic.

Furthermore, Ordis promised me a flawless back story, and I trust him; he can even hack into Shields databases; he's overpowered, and I wouldn't doubt him.

A person wouldn't go far doubting his allies, right?

My next step, for now, is to join civilization.

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