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I also thought (hoped?) it was going to be Bizarro Jor-El as well, on the strength of #8's cover alone. But then I turned the page, and he whispered those fatal words -- "Call me...Zibarro." ("Call me...often." Jimmy Olsen's fantasy of what's happening to Superman).
The technicians, normally, are designed to fulfill one role, one function (pilot, haiku, etc). The Bizarro Bizarros, apparently, can be anyone, as long as they touch 'em.
That was said in relation to the "G-Types" rather than the Bizarro Technicians, Agatha and her related ilk; green-skinned pseudo-Coluans and probably built as a different breed to the Bizarro drones, who I imagine start out with that kind of flexible, mutable functionality that Technician Bizarro Jesus brought with him into the Underverse.
I very much like the idea that the planet eater Quintum talks about has disguised itself as a Bizarro Cube-World based on the technician -- Quintum does say its emulating Earth to appear less threatening, no?
I love the little smile on Jimmy's face as Superman tells him the plan is, indeed, gold. Such a perfect moment. |
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