BONUS | The Smallville Alien Rocket Crash of 2025

We loved him and welcomed him back in nineteen thirty eight, but in twenty twenty five, though, we might view him as a possible alien combatant from the planet Krypton who entered the United States illegally. The minute his little space rocket popped up on norarad's space surveillance network, they would be tracking its trajectory and calculating where touchdown would take place. He'd be all over screens at NORAD way before he at the atmosphere, you know, the North American Aerospace Defense Command. Once he did enter the atmosphere, air traffic control would attempt radio contact, and because he obviously wouldn't be emitting an FAA approved transponder signal, they'd go ahead and classify his ship as a non cooperative track or an unidentified aerial phenomenon or UAP. That's what we call UFOs now. All commercial traffic in the area would be slapped with a temporary flight restriction while NORAD scrambled jets to intercept the baby sized vehicle. They would try waving him down with internationally recognized hand signals and maybe tip their wings, but of course, babies don't even know what hands are for. If ground control determined that the aircraft was in fact a credible threat, they would declare it a national security breach and authorize the use of lethal force, and once he crashed, the first on the scene would be local police, obviously followed by the military shortly after the Air Force Office of Special Investigations, and the US Northern Command, And because of its unearthly origins, possibly DARPA or Nasamie Poppy instead of Moon paw Kent picking them up, dusting them off, and swaddling him in his future cape blanket, chemical biological, radiological, and nuclear defense teams would be repelling out of helicopters. The site would be treated as a biological, radiological, and technological containment's own, you know, like that scene from et Bon. Paw Kent would probably be chained to a desk somewhere answering question in Guantanamo, while Baby Kalel would become the property of a joint task force, most probably including the Department of Defense, the Department of Homeland Security, the Air Force, the FBI, the CIA, NASA, the National Guard, a butt ton of hazmat teams, and maybe the Department of Energy if radiation was involved. Once they got their gloves on him. The baby would be classified as an extraterrestrial intelligence, which automatically triggers protocols that fall under majestic classified scenarios that would be considered above top secret. Baby Clark would probably be labeled as FX one zero nine one d E and treated as a biological asset of unknown origin. He'd be placed in a secure biocontainment facility and government agencies would fight for the opportunity to stab him with needles. And my prediction for this scenario is that when he would grow up, he would punch our greatest monuments to powder and I lays her everyone to death.