"So, Linda Lux thinks my musical career is over? This will show her. I... What? We're on?"
                    The view is framed through a small square, the colors are muted, static jumps irregularly across the line of observation. Timmy O'Brian, in his green suit and red bow tie holds a microphone and grins, his chubby, freckled face glows dimly. It is hard to determine his age; he looks to be a man in his late twenties, but his manner and dress is reminiscent of a teenager, though more of an imprecise shorthand of a teenager than its real counterpart. Timmy takes up most of the viewing space, but someone seems to be standing behind him to the right. Almost subliminally, the focus shifts to the background revealing a muscular torso emblazoned with the iconic O symbol of Overman. Timmy grandly points at the midsection of the famous Man of Iron.
                    "Hey, everybody out there watching!" says Timmy manically.
                    Time jumps. We now see both Timmy O'Brian and Overman from a middle shot, as if we have magically dollied back from them. The color is now composed of bright, unnatural shades: primary and secondary hues predominate. The static is gone. Timmy is to the left, talking exuberantly into the microphone, his other hand clenched, pumping furiously as if to work the unseen crowd. Overman stands in his famous pose, chest out, fists on hips, chin pointing skyward.
                    Timmy says, "My pal is going to show you the latest dance craze I -uh- we created. It's called 'The Overman!'"
                    Cut, shift, zoom in on Overman. Half of Timmy's face can be seen to the side, and his left arm motioning wildly towards the Last Son of the Tenth Dimension. The cub reporter's hand is outstretched in a gesture of "Here he is, folks!" Overman, still in his emblematic stance, stands proudly.
                    "Behold..!" says the Man of the Future, "I teach you the Overman!"
                    A close-up of his head and shoulders appears, revealing his perfectly chiseled face and the top of the O emblem.
                    "He is this lightning, he is this madness!" screams Timmy excitedly, out of sight.
                    The point of view pulls out again. Timmy is gone. Overman’s full body is in view, but he has changed. The Hero of 1,000 Worlds now looks flatter, more like a cartoon version of himself, the result of a degenerative series of copies of copies. He's simplified, his outline heavy and dark. His form becomes darker, darkness surrounds him. He has an expressionist quality about him, a two-dimensional man with features melted into bare and distorted symbols of the forms they represent. The view is almost black. If not for the persistence of the memory of Overman, it would hard to make out what the abstracted shape represents.
                    The world flattens. His colors fade. The universe becomes yellow, wrinkled, as reality tears at the edges.