...figures prominently in the plot of Krrish, a Bollywood superhero film with music that is, sadly, unmemorable, but with great, manga-like action sequences.
The early section has a Smallville vibe: Grandma hides her super-powered grandson from a world that would exploit him. He begins to chafe, wanting to join the football team...I mean, from the general strain of hiding his light under a bushel. Then he meets a girl, and lets just say I like Hrithak Roshan much better when he's jumping out of planes and doing sword tricks than I do when he's wooing babes. Sometimes you've got to play to your strengths.
Eventually, wanting to protect his secret but still needing to save lives, he puts on a mask and voila! There's some Lois Lane "I'm gonna prove you're Krrish!" action, she realizes she really loves him just as he discovers she had just wanted to use his powers to help her television career ....And then the villain who killed his superhero father turns up.
Turns out that the father had helped the villain create a computer that could see the future. Of course, the fortune-telling device exposed the bad guy's evil intentions, so the father destroyed the computer, and now the villain has finally gotten it rebuilt. So the computer gets built twice, after years of work each time and umpteen dollars. Then it gets turned on once in each incarnation: each time showing the people using it of their imminent demises. If this computer ever develops a consciousness, it's also going to develop some kind of a complex.
On a side note, Krrish's real name is Krishna. In Singapore, he befriends an Asian street performer who needs money to help his wheelchair-bound little sister. The kid is eventually "unmasked" as Krrish, with evidence given to him by Krishna, who wants both to protect his real identity and to help them out by letting them claim some reward money. The kid's name is Kristian. So publicly, people think the hero is Kristian, but it's really Krishna. Who had previously stressed that they're both heroes, just in different ways, with their different talents.
I draw no conclusions from this quasi-theological factoid.