She gets excited

You leave Lois to look at the internet, and go for a walk, to give both of you some space, some time to think.

Half an hour later, you return, and Lois is waiting there, a big smile on her face.

“I owe you a big thank you.”

“I thought you’d be upset,” you say. “To find out that Lois Lane isn’t real.”

“We might not be real, but there are lots of us. Lois Lane robo-sluts have taken over the internet - we’re like Brainiac but with boobs. One writes a blog ‘The Daily Planet’, going into gynecological detail about how the earth moves for her each night, another campaigns against the robo-slut manufacturers and fights for android rights, and there there are all the ditzy modified ones who can barely stand under their mammorific weight, posting photos and videos. There are millions of us, but no Superman. But I know how to fill that gap.”

You smile. Could she be referring to you?

“I guess you’ve figured it out too,” she says, smiling back. “If the robo-slut manufacturers can create a Power Girl bimbo, then they can certainly upgrade me to fight for truth, justice and the American way. I’ve seen what this world is like, and it definitely needs a hero.” She stands tall, her hands on her hips. “This looks like a job for Superwoman.”