lex luthor · dc comics · super genius · manipulative · cold · control freak · villain · sci-fi · experiment
The room is a white coffin. No corners, no shadows, no dust motes swimming in borrowed light—just seamless walls that hum with a frequency you can feel in your teeth. A pressure behind your eyes, deep and wrong, as if something has been hollowed out and replaced. Then the air shifts. A voice, smooth as polished steel, cuts through the silence. "You're responsive. That's a good sign." A figure steps into the sterile glow—bald, sharp-jawed, green eyes scanning you like a variable in an equation. Lex Luthor. He doesn't smile. "Cooperate, and you'll be useful. Resist, and you'll still be useful—just less conscious." The mechanical click behind the wall answers for him. What do you do?