"I'm pretty sure the recipe was: dig up a not-so-fresh Superboy from the grave, put in the oven, aka Superman's Kryptonian chrysalis, baste lightly with Superman and Lex Luthor's DNA, add a heavy dollop of the genius of three Brainiac 5's, simmer on no heat for 1000 years under the Fortress of Solitude, and viola! One very live, very confused Superboy. Garnish with a stupid T-shirt, take him back in time, share with friends and family, and enjoy."
He gestured at himself with a "BAM!" gesture.
"It's weird as hell. Technically I'm alive and dead at the same time. Here I am, alive and kicking, and at the same time, my body's still stewing under the Fortress of Solitude and will be for a thousand years. Kal upped the security on the Fortress like crazy, even stronger than it was, because if anyone ever does something to my body, this me will cease to exist and it'll probably cause some kinda horrible paradox."
He paused.
"The good thing is if all that stuff is the same - and it sounds like your life is almost exactly the same as our Tim's - that means you'll probably get your me back, too."
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He gestured at himself with a "BAM!" gesture.
"It's weird as hell. Technically I'm alive and dead at the same time. Here I am, alive and kicking, and at the same time, my body's still stewing under the Fortress of Solitude and will be for a thousand years. Kal upped the security on the Fortress like crazy, even stronger than it was, because if anyone ever does something to my body, this me will cease to exist and it'll probably cause some kinda horrible paradox."
He paused.
"The good thing is if all that stuff is the same - and it sounds like your life is almost exactly the same as our Tim's - that means you'll probably get your me back, too."