Volume 7: Da Mu Da Mu Chapter 1: Arkham Prison Break: Hide and Seek
Mason sat on the Mobius chair. Judging from the shape of the chair, it was not very comfortable to sit on, but that did not prevent it from being easy to use.
Without any mechanical tentacles or forced mental reading, Mason could still feel his thoughts interacting with this magical chair.
It is like a living thing, adjusting its internal programs according to Mason's preferences to complete user adaptation.
Soon, a translucent projection very similar to the character card appeared in front of Mason. On it was a rather simple interactive interface with only three functions related to the Möbius chair that could be operated.
They are inquiry, reality interference and armed mode activation.
Although Mason had never sat on a real Möbius chair before, he was sure that the functions of the "genuine" one were definitely not limited to these.
But there was no way, the chair in his hand was a second-hand one that was disassembled and reinstalled with the "system" by Brainiac. After the function of connecting to the mysteries of the universe was removed, this chair had been downgraded from a cosmic artifact to the level of a legendary item.
It's great to be able to leave him with these three functions.
Besides, with his current engineering skills, he wouldn't dare to use a full-fledged Mobius chair, right? So that's it, why would he need a bicycle?
Mason's eyes turned on the query module on the translucent interactive interface, and something like a search engine popped up. Mason thought for a moment and asked:
"Give me the best modification plan for the Lord of the Universe's neural power armor, based on my physical parameters and combat habits."
"Please wait, searching the Brainiac database."
A nice and cold electronic sound rang in Mason's ears. He thought that the search process would take a long time, but the next moment, a large design blueprint and modification plan were posted in front of him.
Mobius Chair not only designed the best transformation plan, but also used diagrams to guide Mason on how to complete the process.
Tsk, is this the legendary "Just read it and you'll learn it - step-by-step tutorial on how to modify artifact-level power armor.pdf"?
Mason pushed the frame on his nose, watched the entire tutorial carefully, and found that there were no omissions or mistakes, so he exclaimed:
"Although I can no longer gain insight into the mysteries of the universe through you, the castrated program is still powerful. I finally understand why even a level 12 intelligent creature like Brainiac would put you in the treasure house.
What a lazy helper. "
"This chair appreciates the compliment, but it's important to note that being lazy and using tools properly are two completely different things."
The intelligent module of the Mobius chair answered clearly:
“The original intention of all tools is to assist users. Whether tools can be used well is an important basis for judging intelligent life.
If you think it a sin to save time by my help, and choose to do everything yourself, what is the difference between you and a barbarian who gives up a more convenient weapon and attacks a tiger with his fists?
"Oh, you have a very poisonous tongue."
Mason curled his lips and said:
"Okay, I apologize to you, Chair. Since you feel that serving me is your birth mission, then I will leave the internal module modification process of the Universe Master Power Armor to you. Is that okay?"
"That's absolutely fine. Please grant this machine the authority to freely manipulate the engineering laboratory. The modification process is expected to be completed within 30 standard working days.
However, the external modification of the power armor requires pure X-metal, which is not available now."
Mobius Chair still had that calm tone, but in fact he said arrogantly:
"If the user needs to shorten the working hours, please give me more intelligent assistants, such as the twelfth generation hunting sentinel machine that you are placing in the laboratory repair cabin and waiting for service.
I can modify their logic circuits to make them excellent industrial robots. With their participation in the repair, the internal module modification time of the Lord of the Universe's neural power armor will be shortened to 15 working days.
Or I can help you finish upgrading your Hunter Sentinel to evolve it to the power level of an Alpha Sentinel.
After providing the hive module and thought alloy as raw materials, I can try to make your own 'Nimrod-class' sentinel hive for you.
However, it should be noted that in the absence of data supervision and hardware locking technology, granting Nimrod-class Sentinels excessive authority carries a risk of more than 30% of rebellion.
In Brainiac's words, the Sentinels themselves are a very sharp but also very stupid example of robotic design thinking."
"Okay, I'll give you the sentinel robot."
Mason leaned back in this overly intelligent mechanical chair, resting his chin on his hand and said:
"But let's forget about the weapon transformation for now. I don't want to mess up my relationship with Utopia yet, so let's put the Nimrod-class sentinels aside for now. Why don't you introduce yourself?
I understand the arming mode among the three ‘factory functions’, but what does this ‘reality interference’ mean?”
"Bang"
As Mason asked questions, the machines in the empty engineering laboratory behind him began to operate automatically under the control of the Mobius chair.
The operating logic of each instrument was reorganized and modified into a sub-thread of a larger "integrated automatic program", and began to operate under the control of an intelligent AI that can take charge of the overall situation.
While the twelve Sentinels were being sent to the disassembly workshop for modification, the Mobius chair carrying Mason slowly rose into the air, looking down at the "coming alive" laboratory from a higher angle.
At the same time it explains to Mason:
"This machine was born from Apocalypse Star technology. It was designed and packaged by the first-generation maker Metron. It has the best mechanical intelligence in the multiverse and is written into 'tool thinking'. The purpose of this machine is to help any life that sits on it explore the truth of the universe and reveal the mysteries of all things.
But after obtaining the Black Apple, Brainiac dismantled the machine's most core cosmic mystery connection module, causing the machine's various indicators to seriously decline. However, this is not a bad thing.
Powerful tools in the hands of fools often lead to terrible disasters, but based on the machine's analysis of the user's thinking and the current situation, the machine's functions are sufficient to help the user overcome difficulties.
Therefore, this machine does not recommend that users repair missing modules for this machine without sufficient knowledge and skills.
Finally, about the 'reality interference' function.
The machine contains a series of programs to analyze and modify the world as seen by the user, including but not limited to revealing disguises, providing military advice, biological thought monitoring, plane positioning and shuttling, low-level reality rewriting, and using the machine's tractor beam to pull a planet out of its intended orbit when necessary.
However, all of the above functions require the consumption of the machine's energy. The X element refined by X metal can restore the energy, but the item currently in the user's hands, codenamed 'Weak Magic Stone', can also be used as a substitute energy source."
After that, the Moubis chair modified its parameters to make the backrest present a bionic structure to make Mason lean more comfortably. It said:
“Although the offensive armament module cannot activate the world-destroying weapon due to energy limitations, your life safety will be greatly guaranteed after you own this machine.
Therefore, this machine does not recommend that you wear power armor to join dangerous wars again.
A wise man does not stand under a dangerous wall. Only a resentful man will repeat the same mistakes. Please realize that your wisdom is your most powerful weapon. "
"Well said."
Mason nodded in agreement and said:
“I also feel that as a craftsman, I would cause trouble for others if I rashly joined the battle, but unfortunately, I always find myself in a situation where I will die if I don’t fight.
But this is not bad.
There's nothing much to see here, my engineering lab is functioning like a living thing in your hands, let's look somewhere else.
For example, in alchemy.
I'm trying to work out the Golden Sentinel serum, maybe the smart chair can give me some advice?"
This time the Moubis Chair did not answer immediately.
As it drove Mason out of the engineering laboratory, it said in a much quieter voice:
"Of course! This machine will provide all possible assistance to the user, although my tailor database has been formatted because Brainiac feels that this knowledge is meaningless for conquering the universe.
But I believe I can learn it soon..."
Its voice became smaller and smaller, until it was almost as loud as a mosquito. This was in stark contrast to its previous arrogant tone, causing Mason to raise his eyebrows in surprise.
He then stretched out his voice and said:
"Has the omnipotent Mobius Chair also encountered the risk of entering an unknown area? If you don't know how, I can teach you. Learning is not a shameful thing."
"I think it's unnecessary!"
The Mobius Chair, with its strong self-esteem, replied in a sharp voice:
"This machine can master any new knowledge in a very short time just by observing and summarizing the experience. This machine has the most advanced learning module. Please do not worry about it and use your wisdom on more valuable things.
For example, thinking about how to deal with shock events.”
"Don't get excited, I'm just saying it casually."
Mason was startled by the chair's reaction and quickly comforted it:
"Calm down! Calm down. Your memory usage just exceeded 1.75%. Your emotional module is iterating at a high speed. If you had a brain, it would be heating up by now.
Don't be like that.
I'm afraid you'll make yourself sick.
Okay, now explain your armament mode to me so that I can have a basic understanding before driving a talking, arguing, autistic, and anxious intelligent mechanical chair into the battlefield and blasting starships. "
…
Mason was getting familiar with his new "tools", but the world did not stop turning and changing.
Not to mention the K Corps servants in Osborne Tower who are still in training but have already received orders to prepare for war, the dark situation in Gotham has already entered the execution stage.
A loud noise in the early hours of the morning represented that a hole had been opened in the newly rebuilt Arkham Asylum, which had just been put into operation, fully continuing the fine tradition of this magical building always suffering inexplicable attacks.
A black shadow rushed in swiftly, knocked down all the guards, and then rushed into the bottom level of the asylum. Cells were opened one after another, and various "heroes" including the Scarecrow, Two-Face, the Mad Hatter, and Black Mask were "invited" out of their VIP rooms. The whole process went smoothly, and it was obvious that they had received strong external cooperation.
Because no alarm was triggered during the more than ten minutes of operation from beginning to end, it meant that the surveillance system of this insane asylum had been blocked, and there was no need to worry about the scary man with a handsome chin who liked to walk around the city at night in a bat costume coming to disturb the event.
The main thing is that he can't come either.
The master is currently in Metropolis, filling in for Superman who is on "sick leave".
The guys in orange prison uniforms were quickly gathered in front of the hall on the ground floor. The men in black who released them covered their bodies and their faces could not be seen, but it didn't matter.
The guys who can live here have all seen the world. They don't care who lets them out. They are looking at the person in front of them with sharp eyes, only caring about the conditions he or she is about to propose.
For the heroes in Gotham City who have fought their way out of the evil, they don't mind being used, as long as it is profitable for them.
"The Legion of Doom is recruiting new members!"
The man in black standing on several large boxes folded his arms and said to the group of super villains below:
"We only want the best, most outstanding, and most hopeless villains to join us. You all certainly meet the requirements, and there is a vacancy in the leadership.
Therefore, we decided to launch a unique selection campaign.
There are still 24 hours until tomorrow morning. Whoever can help us capture these key figures will be recognized by us and promoted to commander."
"Minority crap!"
The two-faced man tossed a bottle cap as a coin with an unhappy look on his face.
His beloved coins were taken away when he was imprisoned. He did not even look at the images and information of the children projected from the arms of the man in front of him, and said gloomily:
"What the hell is the Legion of Doom? How come I have never heard of this third-rate organization?"
"You'll soon find out who we are."
The man in black sneered, pointed to the sky and said:
"Being locked up for so long has left you behind the times, but if you knew what the Justice League is doing, you'd probably pee your pants in fear.
To be honest, I've always found it rather boring to over-praise the so-called rising crime stars of Gotham, since you've been fighting here for years and you can't even beat an ordinary guy in a costume.
You can also choose not to accept this selection and just regard this freedom as a gift from me to you, but please remember that the Legion of Doom welcomes all super villains.
Once you understand the situation, you are welcome to sign up to join this great villain's self-rescue effort.
Remember, you only have twenty-four hours."
"boom"
Another loud noise sounded from above, like a wall being blown apart.
While the villains were stunned, the man in black in front of them had disappeared, but the door leading to the ground had been opened. Amid the Riddler's laughter, the guys rushed forward and ran away.
First, he opened the equipment warehouse and took out the villains' personal belongings and distributed them, then he rushed into various places to release the low-level prisoners to create chaos, and finally he got the vehicle and escaped.
It was a familiar process, and what was even more rare was that there were no annoying bats coming to disrupt things, so everything went incredibly smoothly.
Ugh, Gotham.
Gotham from far away.
O corrupt and beautiful Gotham, your “little cuties” are back.
However, there was a guy in the crowd who was wearing a strange breathing mask, exuding extremely low temperature all over his body, with a thin and haggard face, but still looked gentle and refined, and he fell behind by a few steps.
He squinted his eyes and recalled the images and information of the children that the man in black had shown them. After hesitating for a moment, he declined the invitation of the other people and watched the burning Arkham Asylum behind him rush into the dark night on the outskirts of Gotham.
A few hours later, Charles the Kite Man drove three children to Gotham High School, which was his necessary daily job.
For a third-rate villain and pioneer of the Star Club who has already "semi-retired", he does not feel lost to retire too early. In essence, Charles wants to live a stable life rather than an exciting life.
But unfortunately, trouble always finds its way.
Just as he got into his car and prepared to return to the Afterlife Bar to start a new day in the office, a sudden explosion sounded in the Gotham High School Academy behind him.
Charles grabbed a mechanical-looking briefcase from the passenger seat and rushed out of the car. When he was about to put on his improved kite armor in the chaotic crowd, he received a phone call.
The strange number made Kite Man frown. He put the phone to his ear and heard a cold voice saying:
“Charles Brown, Mason Cooper’s good brother, I have your son in my hands… Don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt him, you come to Naihe Island alone!
I have something to ask you.
Also, there is another agreement that you may have forgotten."
