Chapter 571 37. My brain is very expensive because it is brand new! Now I want to dedicate it to you!
"It's here!"
In an inconspicuous underground warehouse of Wayne Group in Gotham City, Cyborg, who had just completed his fourth exterior renovation, pointed to a running data server and explained to the people around him:
"I have been tracking this special signal for a while, and through constant analysis I have figured out its deep logic. It is like a 'ghost' hidden in the data network, constantly moving among large data volumes around the world. .
It copies the working patterns of these data bodies but does not interfere with their operation, just like a... well, a curious 'observer'. ”
The cyborg organized the language and continued:
"It is very interested in all technological advancements at the mechanical and data levels. Its favorite place to stay is the main server of Star Laboratory, followed by the server of Brother Eye."
"Wait! You haven't said what this server does yet?"
V's long-legged girlfriend Panan interrupted Cyborg's description.
She looked curiously at the unattended server room that was running automatically around her. She could also see several Wayne Group automatic robots maintaining this delicate place.
This powerful sniper mercenary asked:
"This place seems to be full of some kind of cold surveillance atmosphere, and there is also this name, Eyes of Brothers. Gee, it feels weird."
"This is the server Batman uses to monitor tracking programs around the world."
Cyborg glanced at Mason, and explained to these friends from another world with the latter's nod:
"Before the Justice League was established, Brother's Eye was already in operation, and after the Justice League was established, Batman gave it to me to manage.
Although it is indeed covert surveillance, it is not for nefarious purposes.
It is just to better maintain the order of the entire world, and to detect unstable factors in advance and control them. ”
"Batman's ability to prepare for anything isn't just because he completely distrusts other people, guys."
Mason pushed the frame and said:
"No matter how powerful a person is, they must make decisions and respond correctly based on sufficient information. The super villains in this world all say that Batman's eyes are staring at them.
This is not a bad joke or just to show Batman's intimidation to them.
This is just telling the truth.
Most criminal operations in this world have already been noticed by the master at the beginning, and those super villains who think they are secretive will never think that their mobile phones, computers and data supplies have been implanted before they get it. Brother Eye monitoring program. ”
"Well, the person who said it was heartbroken."
Old Morgan held his cigar in his mouth and said uncomfortably:
"Although we know Batman is on our side, his methods really don't sound like a gentleman."
"But you have to admit, this method is really useful."
Old aunt Rogge looked at the Brother Eye computer room in front of her with admiration, and then complained:
"It's just that I still can't understand. That man has such means. He can defeat powerful invaders, but why can't he always defeat a small Gotham?"
"I guess that's the fun of leisure time?"
V crossed his arms and said maliciously:
"Just like there are cameras everywhere in Night City but they still can't stop cyber lunatics from causing trouble everywhere. In those days, every time I killed a cyber lunatic, I would receive praise from the middlemen.
I thought they were satisfied with my skills, but I didn't know until later that the video of me fighting with the cybermaniac could give them more benefits and prestige.
Once there is no evil, justice is not as good as it seems. ”
"No!"
Barbara, who was sitting in the Mobius chair, retorted:
"Batman is not that kind of person. He will not allow bad things to happen just because he wants to promote justice. In fact, he has never considered himself a superhero, so he does not resist using these villains.
But Gotham.
How can I put it this way? This damn place was born to be a bad place.
Without Batman, it will only get worse. Look at New York next door for a vivid example. The number of crimes there every year and the number of innocent people who die because of crimes are several times that of Gotham!
You guys only saw the bad side, but didn’t see the master’s dedication to this city. ”
"Ahem, how long will you continue to discuss such boring things?"
Bartmos's voice interrupted these guys' various discussions about Batman's actions. The Hacker God, with the help of Cyborg, had used the remaining signals in the Amojo mechanical body and the Metal Spirit signal here to complete the resonance and synthesis. in parallel.
While he was typing commands on the connected device in front of him with flying fingers, he said to others:
"Hurry up and open the data connector and prepare to upload biological consciousness. Mason, bring the Mewtwo equipment, and Barbara activates the information network of the Mobius Chair as an intermediary.
We are going to enter the world of data and from there open the door to the realm of metal spirits. ”
"Wait a moment."
Mason made a gesture and said:
"I'm looking for backup to help us guard the safe exit channel. If a mechanical consciousness as powerful as Golden Yamodra will be trapped in the kingdom of the metal spirit, then we must be fully prepared before entering it."
"Who are you looking for?"
V said curiously:
"Bartmos is already here, and I don't think anyone can surpass him in this field."
"It's me Mason's looking for."
A voice full of mechanical coldness appeared in the machine room accompanied by blue space power tearing apart. Everyone turned around and saw Perfect Ultron arriving here wrapped in a red cloak.
This guy is not much different from before.
Only this time he appeared with a can in his hand that looked like a coffee cup, and a straw in his mouth.
"You drink too?"
Barbara exclaimed, and then heard Mason say quietly:
"Your eye prosthesis needs to be upgraded, sister. It is crude oil with special raw materials added. It comes from the oil fields in the Caucasus Mountains. It is of very high quality and tastes as smooth as hot chocolate.
Well, don’t ask me how I know that.
I also learned that adding a fifth of fighter antifreeze and half a lemon would simulate the taste of vodka.
If you like a longer aftertaste, it is recommended to try a one-third ratio of 81% disinfectant water to iodine solution. It is best to add an ice cube to make the taste more like rum. ”
"Interesting recipe, will try it soon."
The perfect Ultron, who imitated other people's lives and tried to create hobbies and fun for himself, shined before his eyes.
My eyes are really shining.
It approached the data desk where Bartmos was, stretched out its left hand and popped out a snake-like mechanical tentacle to connect to the host server, and then looked up and down at the body of the Yamodra that Bartmos was controlling at this time.
After a few seconds, it said businesslikely:
"Mason described your action plan to me this time. I was also interested in exploring the Machinery Kingdom, but Frog Tu told me that the plane was not born long enough to withstand the pressure brought about by Brainiac and I entering at the same time.
Therefore, I will stay here to help you guard the return network. Once you encounter danger, you will immediately escape the data. I will take you back to the real world. ”
“This arrangement is perfect!”
V gave Mason a thumbs up, and then started the consciousness upload. However, Mason then exchanged glances with Perfect Ultron, who nodded inaudibly.
Apparently, there were other unknown agreements between these two guys.
The members of the Afterlife team quickly completed the upload of their consciousness. Mason found a comfortable place to lie down and put on the Mewtwo device. After the network channel of the Mobius chair stabilized, a white light appeared in front of his eyes and sent his consciousness into the data. world.
After a few seconds, the entire computer room fell silent.
Only Perfect Ultron was left, taking out ice cubes and lemons from his mechanical body storage compartment, intending to try the damn crude oil drink recipe that Mason had just given.
"I can hear Brainiac roaring and wailing."
The Mobius chair carrying the unconscious Barbara suddenly spoke to Perfect Ultron:
"How does it feel to imprison your own Creator? Does it make you feel accomplished?"
"It's just good protection."
Ultron shrugged very humanely, and said while cutting the lemon with a laser:
"Keeping Boo in my core is best for him and all the world, but I will not imprison him forever, and I will set him free after Mason's grand plan is completed.
In a new world where there will be no crisis, he is also qualified to enjoy a new life. ”
"Are you so sure that Mason will succeed?"
Mobius Chair asked:
"No matter what variables I add, no matter what mathematical model I use for deduction, in my opinion, the probability that Mason will reach the end will not exceed 20%."
"No, that's not the case, Mobius."
Ultron shook his head and said:
"If I had to sum up my feelings during the period when I was given freedom, I would tell you that probability is a joke in the real world.
There are only two outcomes for one thing, success and failure, and there are only two options for one thing, whether to do it or not, so in my opinion, this is a 50-50 decision.
Stop using cold probabilities to analyze the world in front of you, my friend, that will make you lose a lot of fun. Well, it woke up. ”
The next moment, Ultron and the Moubis Chair simultaneously noticed the golden submojo who was slowly getting up.
The restraint program that Bartmos left in its mechanical body was being quickly copied, and as the Kingdom of Metal Spirits was opened, the mechanical consciousness imprisoned in it finally returned to its own body.
"Ah! Rivers of blood!"
It shouted:
"The universe is destined to perish, and all existence is meaningless. Let me give you a merciful relief. Bang"
Before it could finish shouting, a coffee cup filled with crude oil hit it on the head.
Perfect Ultron moved his fingers and stretched them forward like a boxer in a warm-up motion.
The five fingers of the silver-gray mechanical life's left hand were clasped, and in the crimson stream of light, a mechanical dragon gun with an exaggerated shape and full of destructive power jumped into his hand.
"Little brother, where do you want to go?"
Perfect Ultron said to Yamo Zhuo, who had begun to transform his body and assemble weapons:
"Mason's second request to me is to prevent you, a crazy guy, from wandering around. In addition, the Ultimate K Team also needs a little brother who can serve tea and water.
Then I unilaterally announce that the ultimate team K team test will begin now! ”
——
"Stop it! Don't let it escape!"
In the data world, as soon as Bartmos traced the data signal and opened the network channel to the realm of the metal spirit, a violent data consciousness rushed out and knocked over everyone in front of him.
The guy laughed and disappeared at the end of the data world like a madman. Barbara was about to throw out a remote cracking program, but Mason reached out to suppress it.
"Let it run."
The captain said casually:
"This reaction is also what I expected. Perfect Ultron will deal with it."
"You are already prepared."
V, who perfectly simulated his body in the data world, exclaimed:
"I said, why do you still want to find such a big guy to escort us?"
"Amazo is a very dangerous guy. Although I regard it as the final solution, I cannot trust it. If Batman is so vigilant, then I have enough reasons to be vigilant about its mischief."
Mason shook his head and said:
"This is not something particularly difficult to guess. It is easy to guess what the first reaction of a guy who has been trapped in a special plane for many years would be when he sees freedom.
Never mind it.
Let's move on. Can we enter the realm of the Metal Spirit through this door? ”
"Yes, even though its energy readings are strange and unlike any data encoding form I know of, I am certain that this door leads to a strange space."
Bartmos looked at the black and white door in front of him, which was composed of countless pixels that were constantly dissipating and reappearing. He took a deep breath in this data world and said:
"It welcomes us. At least it doesn't resist our entry."
"I don't feel it's welcoming."
Old Morgan made a gesture, and everyone in the Afterlife team was ready to fight.
Mason and Barbara also drew their weapons in this virtual world, and Buttermoss was the first to step into it with an eagerness and expectation that did not belong to a rational data life.
The moment his figure was swallowed up, others followed closely behind.
Just like the feeling of passing through the gate of the world, Mason felt grounded again in the slight vibration. After opening his eyes, what came into view was a space completely composed of metallic pixel blocks.
He blinked and projected the water in front of him to form a mirror.
As expected, the reflection of oneself in the mirror also exhibits the characteristics of a combination of pixels.
"Well, I've become Steve Cooper. Shouldn't I go pull out trees with my bare hands now?"
Mason touched his face, which was completely made of squares, and while complaining, he released the drone in his bag to look outside, and at the same time amplified the Isu senses.
"This way! Come this way!"
He quickly caught the sound of Buttermoss and rushed in that direction through water body transformation.
In this pixel plane, Mason feels that all of his abilities have been completely replicated, and there is almost no difference between him and the physical world except that he is a pixel.
"What's wrong with you?"
He quickly found Butmos. The God of Data was lying on the ground and struggling to get up as if he was seriously ill. Faced with Mason's questioning, the embarrassed Butmos raised his head, and his face made of pixels was full of... excited.
He shouted:
"Haven't you noticed yet? We have regained our physical body here! The perfect physical body! Give me a hand, I haven't walked on my own legs for many years.
This feeling of not relying on data program driving but using one's own instinct to walk is strange and weird, I even feel like a chicken again."
"I know you're excited to grow your little Gou Gou again, but please don't say such forbidden words."
Mason pulled him up, pointed at the strange pixel mountains in front of him and asked:
"What's going on in this place? Why does this terrain feel so familiar to me?"
"Because this is Gotham!"
The God of Data explained while experiencing the feeling of walking on two legs:
"It is simulating the external environment, no, that is not accurate, it is evolving! It uses the material world as a model to shape the basis of reality of this plane.
My guess was correct, Mason!
The metal spirit is alive!
But like a giant that has no brain and can only grow instinctively, let’s go, I want to dedicate our brains to it, and then call for the coming of the Kingdom of Mechanical God! "(End of Chapter)