You are not alone... My name is General Zod. I come from a world far from yours. I have journeyed across an ocean of stars to reach you. For some time, your world has sheltered one of my citizens. I request that you return this individual to my custody. For reasons unknown, he has chosen to keep his existence a secret from you. He will have made efforts to blend in. He will look like you, but he is not one of you. To those of you who may know of his current location: the fate of your planet rests in your hands. To Kal-El, I say this: surrender within 24 hours, or watch this world suffer the consequences.

You know, it was the apple that launched the Trojan War, one of the great epic battles from this planet you praise. And, in many religions here, it's the apple's fall from the Tree of Knowledge that represents the fall of Man. Now, I found that story quite interesting because it so aptly illustrates how humans hoard knowledge. Whereas our own Kryptonian religion... now, that teaches knowledge should be shared... by all.

You won't kill us yourself! You wouldn't dirty your hands but you'll damn us to a black hole for eternity! Jor-El was right! You're a pack of fools, every last one of you!