Volume 7: Da Mu Da Mu Chapter 74 This Yamozhuo is seriously ill, how about we take him...
With Team K's current level, they no longer need to go through the trade fair in Star Castle to sift through their available equipment and items.
With Mason, the manufacturing master, the team has already achieved "self-sufficiency" long ago. If they really need any equipment, they can just do a demand analysis and write a report and get the actual equipment quickly. And it is very likely that it will be better than what they buy from the "second-hand market".
Therefore, at this trade fair, Team K's identity shifted from item collectors to resource providers.
All the items that Masons had made in the past to practice their craft, as well as the various products that the Mason Manufacturing Group had made outside of the production plan, were taken out and sold to their colleagues in the Star Society at very favorable prices in exchange for a "meager" return.
But if you really think this is just cutting losses to make up for the losses, then you are oversimplifying.
Just as Damian once said in mockery of Franklin, you dare to use whatever Mason Cooper gave you? Are you going to die?
But to be honest, for buyers who are short of money and urgently need weapons to stabilize their anxious minds, if they can ignore the countermeasures and eavesdropping devices hidden in the weapons they just bought at a very low price, then these things being sold can indeed be described as "good value for money".
Even if you can't accept that there are some terrible things hidden in the weapons you just bought, it's actually not a big problem, because with the current level of technology and craftsmanship of the Mason Manufacturing Group, the countermeasures they put in will definitely not be easily found by outsiders.
Just like the monitors hidden in the products also have nano-parameter specifications.
If you can't find it, it doesn't exist. If you can't see it, it doesn't exist! Living with your eyes blindfolded is a kind of wisdom in life. Since you know you are an outsider, don't think about so many things.
Do you think the power armor that Team K kindly gave you at a low price is useful?
As long as it works, that's fine.
Don’t think too much about the horrific scene that one day you will be standing on the opposite side of Team K and be blown to death in the cockpit by a hidden command from them.
As a human being, being happy is the most important thing.
In short, starting from the first day of the trade fair, the K Team booth located on the third floor of Star Castle has become the hottest "treasure hunting ground", with new products replaced every hour and a 24-hour uninterrupted supply.
From personal defense firearms to well-made cold weapons with superior enchantments, to armed vehicles integrated with various black technologies, to various power armors from light to heavy and supporting firepower devices.
Everything the members of the Star Society want can be bought here, even high-level magic items are available here.
If you are lucky, you may even be able to find "genuine military goods" exchanged from the main force of Team K. For example, several Amazon girls were "lucky" enough to get several sets of enchanted anti-Superman armor from Ertong at a very low price.
Of course, the price they paid was that the "shame" they had previously inflicted on the second barrel was returned double.
But this is not a bad thing, both men and women are happy anyway.
Of course, the benefits that Boss Mason brings to the family members are not only for the formal members to enjoy. At the same time as the booth inside the Star Castle opened, the young K team led by Harley and Barbara also set up several stalls on the hawker street outside the castle, in order to instill the "philanthropy" and welfare of the K team into the hearts of the ronin group and lower-level members.
This is called expanding public awareness and tapping into lower-tier markets, and it is a very important part of marketing strategy.
While everyone was busy, Mason was certainly not idle either. He was no longer in the Star Castle but followed the Afterlife Team to a very special place.
The Exile ship.
This flagship, which once belonged to the universe conqueror Brainiac, has now been transformed into an intelligent spacecraft that can "deep dive" and shuttle between various dimensions.
There is not a single living person to be seen on it, only various machines controlled by programs busy at work.
The mainframe of the divine world is housed inside this ship, or in other words, this technologically advanced spacecraft itself has been modified by data life forms into the main server framework of cyberspace.
This is also thanks to Mason's previous activeness in the SHIELD world.
Now that this distinguished guest had come, the Data God Batmos naturally gave him an extraordinary reception.
He even took the initiative to download part of his own threads into a specially made bionic body, so that he could greet guests in the material world with a vivid attitude.
Not only him, but also Otto Cunningham, the assistant of the God of Data, Johnny Silverhand's real girlfriend, and the big sister who developed the "Soul Killer" program, also made herself a bionic body to participate in the conversation with Mason.
The two were in the main control room of the Exile. As soon as Mason walked in, he saw a smiling Bartomos opening his arms to him, but there was no further contact or hug. Instead, he said directly:
"There is a very special data signal in your bag, which gives me a very similar feeling to the one I got when I hacked into the mind module of Perfect Ultron.
It seems you brought a 'friend' with you this time."
"You're not wrong to say that."
Mason shrugged, took out a silver-gray mechanical storage cabin from his bag, and extended his hand to invite Bartomos and Ott to observe the contents up close.
The Super Yamozhuo that had shown great power in the world war before has now entered a shutdown state again. The various symbol combinations left after the replication of superpowers are no longer seen on its golden mechanical shell.
This super robot is a little different from the perfect Ultron. It does not give its shell a complicated and exaggerated shape, and has always maintained its "original appearance" when it was born.
Mason really likes this minimalist design full of industrial beauty.
However, Super Yamozhuo's refusal to communicate gave him a headache, so this time he took the opportunity to visit the Exile and brought this guy over.
This is also to fulfill the agreement with the master. Please ask Data Life to help Yamozhuo "treat the disease" and see what went wrong with this unfortunate guy?
He briefly introduced the situation of Amozo to Bartmos and Otto, and finally said:
"Your member Cyborg also tried to establish a data connection with Yamozhuo, but he failed after several attempts. Even using the Mother Box could not awaken this guy's logic program.
I seriously doubt if this guy is broken? His brain may be burned out. "
"For a super robot that has evolved to this level, there is no concept of 'damage', Mason.
Mechanical entities like Amojo and Perfect Ultron have rapidly refreshed logical memory, enough for them to think more intelligently and efficiently than humans.
Therefore, this must be some kind of data logic that Yamozhuo presets when encountering certain changes. "
Bartomos pushed his black-framed glasses with great interest. He waved his hand and controlled the mechanical seat in the main control cabin to float to his side. After sitting on it, the data socket of the seat was directly connected to the brain, and he controlled the snake-like silver-gray mechanical tentacles to connect to several interfaces of the mechanical storage cabin.
The God of Data sat on the mechanical throne and said to Mason:
"I need to enter the processor of Yamozhuo to see the specific situation. It will take some time to crack its constantly updated firewall. The complexity of this thing is comparable to the black wall.
Ott, please keep Mr. Mason here for me, I'll be back soon."
After saying that, this efficiency-loving guy lay down on the mechanical chair and closed his eyes. As the computing power of the God of Data was mobilized, the entire Exile spacecraft entered a low-energy operation mode.
"Bartmos is pleased."
Ms. Ott, who maintained the android's body, explained to Mason:
“He had thought that his data consciousness was too large to return to the material world, but with the Exile spacecraft as a carrier, he could finally temporarily escape from the false world of Gods and return to the material world.
Of course, in my opinion, this so-called 'reality' is not very attractive either.
There are ruins everywhere, a desolate scene.”
Mason didn't answer right away.
He looked at Ultra's "human form" and had to admit that Johnny Silverhand's stupid taste was really good. Both his gun and his girlfriend were rare treasures that were one in a million.
However, unlike Bartmos, who still maintains a fully simulated personality, Ms. Ott seems to have made some deletions and modifications to her "humanity program", causing her to still behave in a cold and rational manner in the material world.
Looks exactly like a robot.
Mason didn't speak, and she didn't speak either. Although the God of Data asked her to receive Mason well, she really didn't seem to have any thoughts to share with Mason.
This made the atmosphere in the control room awkward.
"In addition to bringing Yamozhuo here for medical treatment, I also came to thank the Shenyu World for its great support in the previous war."
Bartmos was busy and couldn't talk about business, so Mason had to find some topics to ease the awkward situation with this cold lady, so he said:
"Also, you have been helping Barbara learn various skills in the data field. Although my sister has not said much about this, I believe you must have given her a lot of help.
This is my personal thank you.”
Mason pulled out a wooden box and handed it to Ott.
The latter took it in his hand, opened it, took out a talisman and said:
"Is this a magical item? It's really amazing. It's hard to accurately analyze it with data. Maybe I should set up an experiment to summarize it..."
"No, what you should do now is put this thing into your body."
Mason took a step forward, took out the Life-Binding Rat Talisman and slapped it on Ms. Ultra's forehead, like a bad joke. But when the talisman touched the mechanical body, the cold lady suddenly screamed.
This special spell that can give life to all dead things made her feel like she was alive again.
Temperature, vision and touch no longer rely on sensor readings but on revived perceptions to more truly touch the characteristics of the material world, like "resurrection from the dead" in another sense.
But the problem is that Ms. Ott had already completed mind uploading decades ago.
She had long since adapted to the state of being a digital life form, but now her perceptions that had been almost forgotten for so long were becoming active again, and she couldn't adapt all of a sudden.
His eyes rolled back and he fell to the ground with a bang, as if his brain had crashed.
This also scared Mason.
Fearing that his good intentions might result in death, he rushed forward and took out a wrench, pliers and screwdriver to provide first aid.
But to be honest, it would be hard not to sentence this looks like he's carrying an engineering wrench and planning to open someone's skull, to life imprisonment.
Well, remember to bring your engineering wrench to the court session.
"Are you okay?"
A few minutes later, after Mason reconnected several wires on Ms. Ott's back, the unconscious Ott opened her eyes again. She looked at Mason in front of her blankly, her pupils out of focus.
After several calls, she finally responded. She sat up with her hands on her chest, looked at Mason with a vigilant look, and screamed:
"You are a wizard who deserves to be burned at the stake! What did you do to me? Why did you make me become like this all of a sudden! Did you inject me with some vile data virus?"
"Very good, your normal emotions have returned. Don't worry, Ms. Ott. The operation was very successful. Your boring life as data is over."
Mason put away his tools and took off his medical gloves that were stained with mechanical lubricant. He winked at Otto, who looked very emotional , and said:
"I have placed the rat charm into your body. As long as this bionic body is not destroyed, you will remain in this 'alive' state.
I know your story and your past with Johnny Silverhand, that stupid idiot. How about I give you a rat charm to bring Johnny back to life, and then you two can continue your relationship?"
"Are these all changes brought about by that strange spell?"
Ott calmed down.
She touched her mechanical heart that was not beating, and looked down at her moving fingers. The feeling that was almost forgotten was so new at this moment.
After a few seconds of silence, she looked up at Mason and said:
"But why would you do this? A tool that can give a data life like me 'human consciousness' must be precious."
"I said, this is from my personal gratitude, thank you for taking care of my sister for me."
Mason pushed the frame of his glasses on his nose and said:
"Besides, all the conscious data in the world of the Shinto shrine are trying to escape from that data cage. As a 'warden', you have to come out and take a breath of fresh air occasionally.
Don't mind me, I'm just trying to improve my favorability.
We are partners now, and it never hurts to have one more friend.
So, do you want to get a Rat Charm for Johnny Silverhand, too?
I don't like that idiot.
But for your sake, I can make another one on the spot."
"Then..."
Ott Cunningham, who had regained her emotional thinking, felt a little embarrassed, but after hesitating for a few seconds, she asked Mason to prepare a similar "gift" for her troublesome boyfriend.
"I need to remind you that the Rat Spell is only effective on the bionic body. Once your data mind leaves this carrier and returns to the data world, you will still turn back into the rational and indifferent data AI."
Mason took out the carving knife and the dragon bone he had just taken from the Star Society's treasury and began to make a spell on the spot, while reminding:
“So don’t worry that this vivid perception will affect your logical judgment. I mean, just treat it as a little entertainment under pressure.
To be honest, I would like to see Samurai perform a legendary concert at Osborne Tower. "
He made a joke, and it wasn't that funny.
But Ott smiled happily, as if he wanted to release all the negative emotions that he had accumulated over the past few decades.
In the following days, she shared many stories about her life with Mason.
Those memories were not truly forgotten, but one had enough sanity to suppress them while being a data lifeform.
The two of them sat cross-legged on the floor of the Exile's main control room and chatted happily. Making new friends also made Mason in a good mood. Half an hour later, Bartomos finally completed the in-depth detection of Amojo.
As the silver data cable was disconnected, the mechanical seat returned to its throne position. Bartmos's bionic body opened its eyes. He showed a rare fatigue, rubbing his brows and saying to Mason:
"This guy is very sick."
"Hmm? What do you mean?"
Mason asked, pushing the frame.
The God of Data organized his words and said:
"The good news is that the Amodra's logic circuits and internal modules are healthy and not damaged in any way. The bad news is that it is not down.
It's much more serious than that, this guy is unconscious.
Yamozhuo's data consciousness is not in its body, like a hollowed-out shell. According to the data beacon I found, it is now trapped in a very special space."
At this point, Bartmos glanced at Mason and said:
"So, how much do you know about the 'Metal Spirit', one of the root powers of your world?"
