Volume 6: Secret Invasion Chapter 43 Are you kidding me? Only level 9? The rubber man next to him is level 10!
"Gourami is the 'last life' left over from the last cosmic era."
In the "planetary library" inside the Exile's spacecraft, Mason admired the miniature galaxy device in front of him that had been completed with all of Brainiac's wisdom.
He whispered to Ciri beside him:
"At that time, Uncle Tun was trapped in the 'Ark of Doom' built by his tribe due to an accident. He survived the extinction of all things by accident. After countless years, he woke up in a new era.
Because of his experience of destruction and rebirth, Uncle Tun was given a certain "symbolism".
Can you understand that, Ciri?
Galactus is the last person of the previous era and the first life born in the new era.
Therefore, in the current cosmic era, Uncle Tun was given the power to devour planets by the will of the universe, which is His symbolic meaning of "destruction".
And when He is fully fed, He will transform from a symbol of destruction into a disseminator of life, bringing a new era to the universe.
Brainiac is imitating this process!"
Mason looked back at the Skrull who was kneeling and begging behind him.
Queen Vikland knelt down behind Mason and begged him prostrate. She said she could give everything, just hoping that Mason would not destroy their planet.
Now that Bartomos has taken control of the spacecraft system, Mason only needs to say a word and this complex system before him can be forcibly cracked to complete the "end of all things."
The captain ignored these hateful and pathetic guys and continued to explain to Ciri who was frowning:
“Old Bu must find his own perfect body, which will allow him to survive the destruction of the era. Then, when the era changes, the worlds that he has carefully collected will be released into the new era and become the first batch of life in the new universe.
In this way, he will be given the same symbolic significance as Galactus in the destruction and rebirth of the universe.
In this way, he will become a cosmic god in the next era of stars.
It's a really clever idea, and it does have a certain degree of feasibility.
Once successfully executed, Brainiac can cross the limit of life form that is impossible to cross. No wonder Old Bull spent so much thought on this matter...
I underestimated him.
This guy is too ambitious.”
Mason exclaimed:
"While others were still struggling with the impact event at the end of this era, Brainiac was already looking to the future.
As expected of a Level 12 intelligent creature, he carefully designed a path to becoming a god for himself. I suspect he joined the Council of Hope just to advance his plan.
But this also proves one thing in turn..."
Mason looked up and saw the tiny dots of light emitted by the "miniature galaxy" in front of him. It was so magnificent and grand. He whispered:
"Brainiac's twelfth-level intelligence has calculated the final outcome of the impact event. No world will survive, and all things will be extinct.
I hope the council's brutal logic of 'last man standing is the winner' is wrong!
Brainiac has put the theory to death with his actions."
“It’s hard to imagine.”
This scene and Mason's explanation greatly shocked Ciri's heart.
As a doer who was not good at planning, she found it difficult to imagine the full picture of Brainiac's grand plan, but just what she saw now was enough to make her pessimistic about the future.
He even felt fear in his heart and subconsciously reached out and held Mason's hand.
The captain glanced at her, and the five fingers clasped together made Ciri's cold hands feel a little warm. Then, he said to Bartmos:
"Are you going to inherit Brainiac's plan? Are you going to push this path to godhood into its final stage?"
"No, I'm not that obsessed with 'becoming a god'."
The Hacker God laughed and said frankly:
"I just took a fancy to these worlds carefully selected by Brainiac. The vision of that cosmic conqueror is very high. The nearly ten thousand worlds that exist here all have unique civilization characteristics and great potential for exploration.
And we are data life, Mason.
We do not need to rely on flesh and blood to survive. This characteristic gives us an advantage over you flesh and blood creatures. Our hope of surviving to the last impact is much greater than yours.
But we also need to think about the follow-up.
What I mean is, if we really survive this catastrophe, if there really is a next era waiting for us, then we can't start our lives in the new era as data ghosts.
We need a carrier..."
Bartomos paused.
He manipulated the console in front of him to produce an optical projection, projecting his human form next to Mason. He held the mug and pointed at the microcosm in front of him, and said to Mason and Ciri:
“These worlds are the future I have chosen for all data life in cyberspace. After taking over this system, we will begin to fine-tune and transform it.
We will select some worlds that meet the requirements and rebuild the 'download program'. If we can survive until then, we will have a new world and civilization.
Will you stop us, Mason?
"Why should I stop it?"
Mason asked back:
“Everyone is struggling to survive in this dark age. Everyone has their own understanding of self-help plans. I can’t even guarantee that my plans for the future will be implemented, so what qualifications do I have to point fingers at other people’s survival plans?
In fact, I'm so happy to see that you also have your own complete plan.
How about we have a discussion?"
He flicked out a cigarette with one hand and held it in the corner of his mouth, then jokingly said to the projection of Bartmos:
"If I fail, if my world and I fall on the journey, we may be able to upload our consciousness to the world of the gods and join your 'Ark of Doom' plan to seek a chance of survival.
You won’t dislike us then, right?”
“We’re definitely welcome!”
Bartmos replied in a serious tone:
“In fact, this is also the second purpose of my contact with you. Although Otto thinks highly of you, I must meet you in person to confirm whether you are an excellent partner.
Although everyone chooses different solutions, the purpose is the same.
If your efforts fail, we would be happy to 'resurrect' you in another way and use your wisdom and courage for our own benefit.
I hope you can come to Night City after this is over."
The Hacker God invited Mason and said:
"We will discuss this matter face to face when the time comes. Bring your teammates and allies along so that we can have an open and honest conversation."
"Let me ask in advance."
Ciri, who was beside Mason, looked up and asked:
"Do we need to insert a data port into our heads to complete the 'data ascension' like you?"
"No, it's not necessary, Miss Ciri."
Batmos was amused. The projection of the hacker god pointed at the mechanical objects around him and said:
"Brainiac's bio-neurological technology can be used to our advantage, and you have seen how he uses his mind to control an entire fleet.
Once this technology becomes popular, the era of brain prostheses will come to an end.
Of course, this still requires our technical personnel to continue to work hard, but I believe it will not be delayed for too long. You should leave now. I will seal the Exile spacecraft to carry out internal maintenance.
The Sentinel destroyed the engine, and it will be a huge project to repair it.
Oh, yes, Mason.
You can sit on the mechanical throne for a bit before you go back."
The Hacker God waved his hand in farewell, winked and said:
"I'm also curious about what level of intelligence you will be judged to be. By the way, I've tried it. I'm a level 11 intelligent life form, one level lower than Brainiac.
It’s really disappointing.”
"Well, let's take a look."
Mason snorted, turned around and said to the Skrulls behind him:
“I will not destroy your world, but you cannot just pretend that the crimes you committed in the past never happened. Vikram, go gather all your people and follow me to leave this world.
Next, it's time for you to devote your strength and talents to another mission.
I am willing to give you a chance, but if you don't cherish it, then I don't mind handing you all over to Utopia. My compatriots are very interested in you. "
After saying that, Mason and Ciri strode away.
Harley was already waiting for the two at the entrance of the main control room. The little cutie was chewing bubble gum and carrying her newly acquired N-metal hammer, looking extremely tough. Two dogs were lying at her feet, holding Brainiac's replica's mechanical arms in their mouths as teething sticks.
When she heard Mason's footsteps, Harry looked back happily but then her face turned cold.
Mason looked at his girlfriend in surprise, then belatedly glanced down and saw Ciri's hand was still in his , so he quickly let go.
This made Harry snort and turn his head away, ignoring the philandering Mr. K.
She is angry.
The kind that needs to be coaxed into getting better!
"Let's take a look at something fun first."
Mason walked up to Harley, whose lips were pouting so much that they could hang an oil bottle, and pushed her to the mechanical throne in the main control room. He whispered something to Harley, and Robin looked at the strange chair in front of her with some suspicion.
Then, at Mason's urging, Harley climbed up by herself, and quickly came to a conclusion from the blue arc light scanning overhead:
"Standard humanoid creature, low intelligence, mental illness difficult to cure, big brain, great potential, overall judgment is level 7 conventional intelligent life."
"Huh? Only level seven?"
Harry was immediately dissatisfied.
She knew that Brainiac was a level 12 intelligent creature, and the difference of five levels made her feel like a fool. She cursed that there was something wrong with the machine and wielded the N-metal hammer, eager to smash it open.
But soon, Harley jumped down with a wicked smile and pushed Sweetie onto the throne. She wanted to see what level of intelligence the always smart Sweetie had.
Maybe he's not even as tall as her.
Mason was very interested in the criteria for judging intelligent life. Brainiac must have designed a very rigorous and sophisticated set of criteria.
So he lay down too.
This time the blue beam scan took a very long time, as if Mason's "composition" was too complicated and it took more time to describe and judge him.
During this time, Harley had called over all the guys she thought were smart. Doom, Reed, John Parker and others were all called over by her to stand in a row and wait for a standard to be set for everyone's intelligence.
After nearly ten minutes of analysis, Mason's conclusion was finally issued:
"Non-standard humanoid creature, mixed bloodline, long-term mental stress, abnormal knowledge, medium level of brain development, high potential, comprehensively judged to be a ninth-level intelligent life.
The potential is fully unlocked at level eleven."
"Level nine, that sounds amazing!"
Harry pulled Mr. K down from the mechanical throne with shining eyes. No wonder he could fool her with his intelligence two levels higher than hers. But Mason was not very satisfied with this judgment.
As far as he knew, under this standard of intelligence, Luthor was at level nine, and even Superman, who usually didn't use his brain, was rated at level nine.
But the potential to unlock the eleventh level of wisdom made him feel that his future was promising.
But before Mason could be happy for long, Doom and Reed's wisdom judgments came out one after another. These two guys both had level ten wisdom, which made Mason's face fall all of a sudden.
Well, natural geniuses are awesome. No wonder they can work together to break through the data firewall written by Brainiac himself.
But it's pleasing to know that Zhang Parker is only level nine. This guy who combines the wisdom of Peter and Dr. Otto is no smarter than himself.
“This judgment is obviously vague.”
Dr. Reed did not indulge in excitement because he was judged to be high. He carefully read the judgment criteria for intelligent life and shook his head and said:
"It's not just intelligence alone. There are other influencing factors, so we can't just use data to judge who is smarter. After all, everyone has their own areas of expertise..."
"Non-standard humanoid creature, low intelligence, soul consciousness pollution, magical body, mystical knowledge, poor thinking, pessimistic mentality, complicated emotions, and worried about gains and losses.
Comprehensive evaluation determines it to be a level 6 intelligent life form."
The new comments interrupted Dr. Reed's explanation. Everyone looked back speechlessly. The Lord Hunter, who was lying on the mechanical throne and had refreshed the lower limit of wisdom, now had a blank expression on his face.
Under Harley's mocking gaze, she gritted her teeth, drew out the long sword at her waist, and was ready to teach this stupid machine a lesson!
No matter how miserable I am, I can't be more stupid than that psychopath Harley Quinn, right?
Everyone present here was either level nine or ten, but I ended up with a level six. Hey, this is as embarrassing as being executed on the spot for being a poor student hanging out with the top students, asshole!
"This thing must be broken!"
She screamed out of control, rarely:
"I need to give it a physical repair! How dare you laugh at me? That's unforgivable!"
"Level 6 intelligent creatures are just like normal humans. It's not laughing at you, Ms. Ciri. Calm down! Calm down! This is the fruit of technology."
A group of people tried to calm the irritable Ciri, and then dragged her out of the main control room. Then the Exile spacecraft was completely sealed and began to repair itself.
Ciri was so angry that she was filled with resentment towards the world . She didn't even say goodbye to Mason and simply left in anger and returned to Star Castle.
Harley was pleased with this.
She had always felt that there was something unclear between her sweetheart and his long-legged female boss, but there shouldn't be any substantial progress.
After all, I am so cute and well-behaved...
"A fight has started! A fight has started over there!"
Mason was about to leave when he heard a flashing phantom cat with a bandage on its face shouting to him:
"Two Hulks are fighting, Mr. Mason, go and stop them. The Black Hulk has made the King Hulk angry, and he wants to kill that fake guy who wants to die."
"Just hit me as you like."
Mason showed no interest in this and said:
"Father Banner won't be killed so easily. He still has a long way to go to realize his suicidal ideal. Strange, we need to talk."
He spoke to the sky.
The next moment, a black shadow floated up, pulling Mason and Harley away from the spot, and then emerged from the darkness as if rising from the water.
Hei Qiyi, who was sitting on the meditation mat in front of him, stared at Mason with a very strange look, then he raised his hands and patted his chest several times, saying:
"Yes, it was a great performance. You accomplished a feat that moved me. But I am curious, Mason. You only needed to call me to end the crisis, but you had to restrain yourself from seeking help.
Are you deliberately trying to show me your abilities?
Or is there another purpose?"
"I just wanted to tell you, Stephen."
Mason came forward and sat cross-legged on another meditation mat, and said to the powerful Black Strange very seriously:
“I can do a lot of things without your intervention.
But this is not a provocation. I just want to prove that the cooperation between us is equal, and there is no unequal relationship where one person needs the other or one person cannot live without the other.
This will also be our future cooperation model.
If you can accept this, our union will officially begin?"
