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SW10: Superhuman World 2015 Annual: Stonewater Smith, The End!

In a hospice facing the beach, Fidel Castro faced the end. He faced it every day he woke up. He'd woken up to so many days, mostly for fighting one way or another. Days seemed so cold now...

Today his nurse said, "You have a guest."

A old Negro man walked in. He seemed from the United States; Fidel could tell. So he spoke in English... "What brings you to me?"

"Gracias, señor... And that's the extent of my Spanish. Do you recognize me?"

"Perdóname, señor, I do not know you. I have met so many. But I enjoy visitors now. You probably know me. Please introduce yourself."

"Yes, sir... I am Matthew Smith. I've been called Stonewater Smith. Do you remember me?"

"I recall some agitator named Stonewater was associated with the old rebels."

"Do you recall anything about a Cigar Commando?"

"That sounds like someone you might have sent from Norteamerica to take cigars from Cuba."

"Do you remember anything about rockets?"

"Of course you Norteños were obsessed about rockets then. We removed all of ours."

"But no rockets to Mars?"

"Qué? We barely afforded to survive and host our Russian benefactors, let alone do science fiction!"

"... Okay. I fought against you back then. I just wanted to say, goodbye."

Fidel reached up and grasped the stranger's hand. "I understand. Bueno, Mister Matthew Stonewater Smith. Buena vida para usted."

"And good life to you too... what little we have left." Señor Smith paused, and said, "You seem so calm. Not like me. I've done so many bad things, and I've climbed out of Hell for it. I'm so afraid I'll just fall back in."

Fidel recognized a spiritually wounded warrior. "So you are like many who fought alongside me."

"I guess I must be."

"But you are not alone. Others healed from war and found their salvation."

"But war isn't the worse thing." Señor Smith paused. "I betrayed a friend to be with a woman."

"Say no more. But you are not alone there either."

But even as Fidel spoke, Señor Smith's head turned. Fidel's gaze followed. Two other men had appeared in the room. One was in a grey tuxedo, top hat, and opera cloak. His skin appeared sunburned. His hair, curly mustache, and goatee were black and sweaty... Fidel couldn't recall the last time he'd seen anyone sunburned or sweating from the heat in Cuba, ever since the weather changed. The other was long-haired, in a trenchcoat with wide-brimmed brown hat - and his face was a death's head. That one said, "That would be our cue."


Fidel did not recognize either of the new visitors. But he was still presumably under security. They must have passed it somehow. Anything was possible, but only one thing was likely. And he'd been planning this conversation for a long time.

So he said, "Señor Cabeza de Muerte, are you here to bring my death?"

"Sort of..." The death's head pointed with his bony finger at the Yanqui Negro man. "But we're here for him too."

Señor Smith held out his hands at both the intruders, as if to shield from them. "Yeah, that's Death and the Devil. Or a Death and a Devil, anyway."

Death and the Devil looked at each other. The Devil said, "I realize you have jurisdiction over these two at the moment, but I request permission to address my client." He then bowed, and handed Death a business card.

Death responded, "Fair enough. Let it never be said I have no sympathy." He smirked, if a death's head can even do that.

Señor Smith looked at Death, as though he suddenly recognized something. "Wait a minute! Aren't you one of the Hyper-Children of Hypergaard?"

Death responded, "I suppose I was... I did see the birth of your own hyper-son there. But I'm here as the Deputy Champion of Death."

"... Deputy?"

"Today's Champion is busy with icy apocalypse now. Cuba may be warm enough to grow wheat, but the Icepocalypse hasn't just gone away. So I'm here for you. Still, someone would like to talk to you first..." He nodded at the Devil.

The Devil nodded back, then spoke at the Negro. "I know what you're thinking. But I'm really more a Devilman than a Devil." He handed Señor Smith a business card, then turned to Fidel. "Nonetheless, I rule the outermost circle of Hell. I speak for its lower circles now, as they deal with matters more important than the fates of you two." He turned back to the Yanqui. "You were once within a circle of Hell. You were released. I am here simply to say, released means released. You're free to go."

Señor Smith said, "Really?"

"Really. The others considered recruiting you for an army of the damned... as though one more soldier will make a difference. Hell has better things to worry about than any one human who already fears it."

"Really?? Is damnation really that easy to escape?"

"You'll have to decide that for yourself. Hell deems your offenses to be more like a soap opera."

Señor Smith gaped, and then said, "Thank you!"

The Devil responded, "Thank him next." Then he looked at Death.

Fidel was a leader. He knew to take the initiative, for what good it would do. "So, Mister Death, what do you desire from us other than the obvious?"

The Death's Head responded, "The people I'm working with do just want the obvious - which is you. Except you're not quite dead yet, so we have some latitude."

"I do not bargain with Death. Do what you will."

"Thank you..." The Death's Head turned to the Yanqui. "Your place is ready. He's going too."

Señor Smith responded, "What place might that be?"

"It's not Hell..."

Fidel coughed, and spoke. "If you are not blind to what I have seen today, Mister Smith, you will go to this place. I will go also."

Señor Smith coughed too. Repeatedly. When he recovered, he said, "I could last a bit longer, but I have nothing left. Take me."

Fidel responded, "I say as he does. Take me also."

The Devil disappeared. The world around the other three faded to gray haze.


Out of the haze, a woman appeared. Like the other man, she wore a death's head.

Their own death's head man walked up to her, linked hands with her, and said, "Vara. Delivered."

The death's head woman said, "Wyatt. Received." She unlinked. "You'd best come no further."

"Going..." He ducked away in a cloud!

"I'll be taking you from here," the woman said. The haze dissipated.

Fidel and Señor Smith appeared outside the door of what looked like a high school - surrounded by tall buildings. The woman's death head had dissolved, leaving a Negro face.

She shook Fidel's hand. "Hello, Mr. Castro. I'm Vara Hosea from the PTA. Parent-Teacher Association, that is. The school brings me in to greet visitors sometimes... You must be the new Cuban consul-in-chief. We have transportation to your consulate." A fictional-type rocket car descended from the sky.

Fidel barely maintained his composure as he shook the woman's hand. "But of course." Then he looked to the car - and recognized the driver. "Lucianus, mi amigo! You look so young still!"

"So do you, Fidel. Take a look at yourself."

Fidel looked at his hand. It was young!

He felt his face. It lacked its old wrinkles!

He looked at his beard. It was brown again, with just a distinguished touch of silver!

Lucianus said, "I know what you're thinking, Fidel. But it's no heaven, and no miracle. There's just an abundance of retcotheric energy around here."

Then the woman said to Señor Smith, "And you must be our new martial arts teacher, Mr. Smith. There's someone who's been waiting to meet you..."

A young Negro man came out the front door of the school and said, "Dad! Is that really you?"

The older Negro man (now not that much older) said, "Ron!"

"It's Kwame now. Kwame Cannon." The two embraced.

Two more people had come out of the school: an Anglo man and woman, in matching blue clothes with yellow tunics. The woman said, "Us next!"

Señor Smith was nearly dumbstruck. But he choked out the words, "Paula! Powernaut!"

The tunic man said, "That's right. Welcome home!"

Señor Smith cried openly as they all hugged. The woman Paula said, "Ssh. It's okay."

Fidel turned to Vara. "Perhaps I should depart for my consulate now."

Vara nodded. "Perhaps. But you're welcome to visit our school any time. Welcome to Power City!"

Author's Notes: I've been trying to save this story for when either Bill Cosby or Fidel Castro died. But it's not waiting for then. And the worlds are going to see some action, so anyone who's jumping between them had best jump now. I considered alluding to that stuff in story, but the viewpoint characters had enough urgency to their decisions as it was... Suffice it to say, Power School 2012 will still be around in 2015 to receive these new immigrants.

This story should help straighten out who's in Power City and who isn't. Anyone whose power is evil or even vaguely apocalyptic (a Devilman, a Champion of Death, or a Doom Creature) is probably back on Earth-SW10. But Earthlings of good will who have any sort of history with the Powernaut are probably there with him.

Cast of characters, and their chronologically most recent appearances as viewed from 2015:

- Fidel Castro as the Cigar Commando, in Powernaut 1962. (

- Stonewater Smith, in the 2012 RACCies Ceremony. In this storyline, the RACCies count. It's also important to mention some other appearances: (1) "Predecessors" in 2010 established his history with Hell ( (2) Powernaut 1969 established a reason he may have thought he belonged in Hell (

- The Diabolical Devilman, in the 2012 RACCies Ceremony. There he accepted his award for "To Hell and Hell and Hell...", which was his last appearance in the Super Wizard From Space series where he originated.

- (Bonus) Other Devils... The Super-Devil, in "To Hell and Hell and Hell..."; the Donors of Satan, in "Satan Wants His Spine Back!", the 2012 Superhuman World Annual. It's quite likely the Donors now have Super-Devil parts - which they have in turn granted to the Devil Legion, and thereby scattered across the LNH's Net.ropolis. Ain't crossovers grand?

- Wyatt Ferguson, in the Superhuman World Annual of 2014. (

- (Bonus) Ultimate Low C, a.k.a. Ultimate D the Champion of Death, in "A Trap for the Bringer of Cold!" from the World Journal Monthly, March 2006. ( See also the Superhuman World Annual of 2014.

- Vara Hosea, in Power School 2014. (

- Lucianus Autonomus, also in Power School. He was once known as Castro's favorite boxer. (

- Kwame "Ron" Cannon, in the little-known vignette "1-800-Powernaut!". This is the one which didn't quite make it into "The Little Legion of Doom!" in Jolt City #19 in 2010. I think I posted that to rec.arts.comics.creative after it was released from consideration, but it's pretty secret now. Still, I kept a copy... and its story has made it into Powernaut Comics! He's just in the background. ( Aside from that, there's "Heroes of the New Present!", which is now republished as part of Powernaut 2006. (

- Paula Power and the Powernaut, in Power School 2014. ( They will have future appearances before then, though. Gotta love that Fractal Time storytelling.

Retcotheric energy was (to my knowledge) invented by Adrian J. McClure. The Diabolical Devilman and the Super-Devil were created by Wil Alambre and are used by permission.

Various characters in this fiction may have been created by various people. These are noted in credits where already claimed. But absent claims from these people, all characters in this fiction and the phrase "Superhuman World 2011" are copyright © 2011 - present by Eiler Technical Enterprises.