War, huh, yeah. What is it good for?
"Since becoming more machine that man all I have ever wanted is death. Complete and utter oblivion." The Cyborg Superman stands at the Rannian High Council table, within what remains of the governmental buildings of the planet. Due to his nature he is unaffected by the toxic swamp surrounding and permeating the building, and he presumes that Malefic, Despero and the members of the Sinestro Corps have their own means of protection as he addresses them.
"That changed when I was given the Rannian opportunity. I craved life. Not my own, but the ability to create life in whatever way I saw fit. To be a god of a planet lacking life, inhospitable to life, opposed to life, and yet possessing the life that I create to suit it. I knew that by doing so I would create enemies, which is why I forged pacts with numerous races, with your aid of course, and so I have become a god with you as fellow members of our Neo Rann pantheon." The Cyborg raises his hands to gesture to those few with him. Gods over nothing. He's either insane or... No, he's insane.
"Luthor worked on what we needed him to work on. Now he is gone and that is no bad thing. Humans contaminate and despoil." He seems oblivious to the poisonous land around him. "The Green Lantern was oblivious to my freedom at the hands of his commanders, the Guardians. His knowledge of galactic events was lacking. Therefore his escape also is less important than the heroes I'm sure anticipate. We now sit at the cusp of a war with Earth over wrongs they believe we have committed against them, and do you know what I think of a war with Earth...?"
He pauses.
"I think a war with Earth would be complete and utter stupidity. We have them at an impasse that they cannot break for fear of our reprisal, so why goad them into attacking? We have what we want here. To attack Earth would only serve the purpose of drawing the ire of enemies I do not wish to face. You may feel different however, and that is why you are here. We should act as counsel to one another. War or peace, gentlemen?"
"That changed when I was given the Rannian opportunity. I craved life. Not my own, but the ability to create life in whatever way I saw fit. To be a god of a planet lacking life, inhospitable to life, opposed to life, and yet possessing the life that I create to suit it. I knew that by doing so I would create enemies, which is why I forged pacts with numerous races, with your aid of course, and so I have become a god with you as fellow members of our Neo Rann pantheon." The Cyborg raises his hands to gesture to those few with him. Gods over nothing. He's either insane or... No, he's insane.
"Luthor worked on what we needed him to work on. Now he is gone and that is no bad thing. Humans contaminate and despoil." He seems oblivious to the poisonous land around him. "The Green Lantern was oblivious to my freedom at the hands of his commanders, the Guardians. His knowledge of galactic events was lacking. Therefore his escape also is less important than the heroes I'm sure anticipate. We now sit at the cusp of a war with Earth over wrongs they believe we have committed against them, and do you know what I think of a war with Earth...?"
He pauses.
"I think a war with Earth would be complete and utter stupidity. We have them at an impasse that they cannot break for fear of our reprisal, so why goad them into attacking? We have what we want here. To attack Earth would only serve the purpose of drawing the ire of enemies I do not wish to face. You may feel different however, and that is why you are here. We should act as counsel to one another. War or peace, gentlemen?"