texts: Hey, Uncle Lex, how's the Nuclear Guy goin' to find his way here? </s> <s> Oh Leonard . . . When I sent the remains of my last experiment . . . </s> <s> The one Superman wrecked up?
labels: Not how I might have put it, but, correct. The remains I sent to the sun included the creatures genetic memory. He'll remember everything that he experienced. Not to worry. He'll find his way back to me.  Did you hear that?