Lois Lane Has Been Cloned

The pen scratched her signature...the demon stared at the naked reporter with obvious distaste and impatience...and then, as soon as Lois handed her the paper back there was a sudden rush as Lois Lane swiftly fell upwards, through the ceiling...

...and awoke in a glass tube, a hose down her throat, IV lines in her arms, and, the reporter swiftly discovered, another hose firmly lodged in her ass. Lois Lane floated in a clear, slightly aquamarine-tinted gel. Beyond the glass she could see a lab...people with white coats...and a familiar bald-headed bastard who seemed to meet her gaze.

"Brain activity, Mr. Luthor," Mercy Graves said. "She's awake. Readings across the board are optimal. Looks like the memory transfer was a complete success."

"As expected," Lex said, and allowed himself a smile. "Muscle tone appears good. What about the dermal mapping?"

"We've replicated her scars, and her belly button," Mercy said. "The only thing we haven't done is cut her hair and trimmed her nails, but we can manage that once she's decanted."

"Excellent," he said. Within the tube, Lois raised her hand and pressed it against the glass. "You've disposed of the original body?"

"Special delivery to one of our plasma smelters. Hotter than standard cremation. Lois Lane's corpse is no more than free-floating molecules." Mercy confirmed. She looked at the tube, where Lois Lane's hand had balled into a fist and she slammed it against the glass. "What scenario do you want for reinsertion?"

"Well, I suppose we could douse her with **** and drop her off at her apartment with no memory of this night," he mused. "Blackout drunk. Or overlay a set of false memories to the effect that she came out to the club, did **** with some contacts in the bathroom, and had a one-night stand. A pregnancy scare might be to our advantage."

He considered all the scenarios, each more depraved than the last...and last, as Lois Lane banged on her glass prison and bubbles escaped her nostrils, he came to a decision.