Kara Zor-El ( Supergirl SI fanfic)

In my second life, I was genetically engineered to be the perfect scientist—the perfect thinker, if you will. The Science Guild of Krypton had it all figured out: enhanced cognitive abilities, heightened problem-solving skills, and a mind capable of processing information at speeds that would make a supercomputer blush. Too bad they didn't take into account the soul—or reincarnation—when they were splicing genes, recombining DNA, and playing god with mutagenesis. 

I'm telling you, you don't want a mentally unstable and suicidal individual with a hyper-active brain to have *more* processing power. You'd think I'd prioritize efficiency over the unnecessary panicking, the crying, the endless spiral of thoughts that never seem to stop. But you'd be wrong. Instead, I'm a walking contradiction: a genius who can't stop overthinking her own existence, a scientist who can calculate the trajectory of a star but can't figure out how to quiet the chaos in her mind. 

I spent the better part of my first weeks—maybe months—floating in my tank in this second life, cursing the being—or force, or whatever—that sent me into this cycle without wiping my memories first, like they're *supposed to*. You know, if you failed to kill me or erase my soul, you could at least have the decency to wipe me clean. But no. I was left with the scars of my past life, the weight of my failures, and the haunting knowledge that no matter how far I ran, I could never escape myself. 

At least I managed to narrow down the list of *where* I was. Krypton. The house crests on the scientists' robes, the unusual attire, the alien language, and the annoying use of "Rao" as a curse—or a blessing, or whatever—gave it away. So, here I was, reborn on a dying planet, with a brain that felt like it was constantly on fire and a soul that still carried the bruises of a life I couldn't forget. 

And then, just as I was drowning in my own thoughts, I heard it—a voice to my left. It was soft, melodic, and utterly incomprehensible. "M# fsd%¥§¥," it said, a string of sounds that shouldn't have made sense but somehow felt like a lifeline. I turned, and there she was: one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen in either of my lives. 

Her presence was like a shock to my system, a sudden jolt of clarity in the midst of my chaos. She was radiant, her features sharp yet gentle, her eyes holding a depth that seemed to see straight through me. For a moment, the noise in my head quieted, and all I could do was stare. 

Turns out I had an angel for a mother. 

"Hello there, Kara," she said, her voice warm and soothing. "Don't be frightened. I'm your mother, and your father and I are going to take good care of you." 

I noticed the man standing next to her. He was handsome, with an oval face, piercing blue eyes, a long, narrow nose, and—thank the gods—he had lips. *Does this mean I'm white now?* I thought, my brain immediately latching onto the most absurd detail. *Oh gods—or is it Rao?*