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trieduntrue, Compelled. The Fortress's AI (or Ai, as he likes to be called) plays matchmaker for Clark and Lex. Ai is a wonderful original character, and I love how this story introduces interesting elements of Kryptonian technology in its quest to get Lex and Clark together. It's also alternately damn funny and very romantic. There were a lot of brilliant stories produced by the ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
a_clexian_tale contest--I will be reminding you of others later in the month--but I think this is one of the less recognized gems.
I woke up in Superman's Fortress of Solitude on the cold crystalline floor with a stitch in my side and a cramp in my leg. My artic-weather parka was damp and was making me shiver. I winced as I lowered the insulated hood, uncovering my bare head in the chill air of the Fortress. A quick glance around showed an empty room. The last thing I remembered was…blue tights.
"Did the bastard just dump me on the ground and take off?" I muttered to myself.
"Kal-el was alerted to your presence on the ice plain," a disembodied voice floated through the white cavern. "He decided the best course of action was to bring you inside to save you from freezing to death. He is now investigating the remains of your vehicle. You can send a fruit basket when you feel up to it."
Was that voice being…sarcastic?
"Is this the Fortress' security systems?" I called, hoping that Kryptonian machines weren't auto-set to kill.
"I am Ai," the voice boomed. "I am the last surviving technology of the planet called Krypton. I don't just guard the Fortress. I am the Fortress." The voice, tinny but decidedly male, paused for a moment. "You look much taller on television, Lex Luthor."
trieduntrue, Compelled. The Fortress's AI (or Ai, as he likes to be called) plays matchmaker for Clark and Lex. Ai is a wonderful original character, and I love how this story introduces interesting elements of Kryptonian technology in its quest to get Lex and Clark together. It's also alternately damn funny and very romantic. There were a lot of brilliant stories produced by the a_clexian_tale contest--I will be reminding you of others later in the month--but I think this is one of the less recognized gems.I woke up in Superman's Fortress of Solitude on the cold crystalline floor with a stitch in my side and a cramp in my leg. My artic-weather parka was damp and was making me shiver. I winced as I lowered the insulated hood, uncovering my bare head in the chill air of the Fortress. A quick glance around showed an empty room. The last thing I remembered was…blue tights.
"Did the bastard just dump me on the ground and take off?" I muttered to myself.
"Kal-el was alerted to your presence on the ice plain," a disembodied voice floated through the white cavern. "He decided the best course of action was to bring you inside to save you from freezing to death. He is now investigating the remains of your vehicle. You can send a fruit basket when you feel up to it."
Was that voice being…sarcastic?
"Is this the Fortress' security systems?" I called, hoping that Kryptonian machines weren't auto-set to kill.
"I am Ai," the voice boomed. "I am the last surviving technology of the planet called Krypton. I don't just guard the Fortress. I am the Fortress." The voice, tinny but decidedly male, paused for a moment. "You look much taller on television, Lex Luthor."