Volume 8: The Fourth Impact Chapter 37 My brain is expensive because it is brand new! Now I want to give it to you!
“Right here!”
In a humble underground warehouse of Wayne Group in Gotham City, Cyborg, who had just completed the fourth exterior renovation, pointed to a running data server and explained to the people around him:
"I have been tracking this special signal for some time, and through continuous analysis, I have figured out its deep logic. It is like a 'ghost' hidden in the data network, constantly transferring in large data bodies around the world.
It will copy the operating modes of these data bodies but will not interfere with their operation, just like a... well, a curious "observer".
The cyborg organized his words and continued:
"It is very interested in all technological advances in machinery and data. Its favorite place to stay is the main server of Star Laboratory, and the second is the server of Brother's Eye."
"Wait! You haven't told me what this server is for?"
V's long-legged girlfriend Panam interrupted Cyborg's description.
She looked curiously at the server room that was running automatically without any human operator. She could also see several Wayne Group's automatic robots maintaining this sophisticated place.
This powerful sniper mercenary asked:
"This place seems to be filled with some kind of cold surveillance color, and the name, Brother's Eye ... Tsk, it feels weird."
"This is the server for the tracking program Batman uses to monitor the entire world."
Cyborg glanced at Mason, and as the latter nodded, he explained to these friends from another world:
“Brother Eye was already in operation before the Justice League was established, and after the Justice League was established, Batman gave it to me to manage.
While it is indeed covert surveillance, it is not done for nefarious purposes.
It is just to better maintain the order of the whole world, and to detect unstable factors in advance and control them. "
"Batman's ability to plan for everything isn't just because he doesn't trust other people, guys."
Mason pushed his glasses up and said:
“No matter how powerful a person is, he or she must have sufficient information to make decisions and respond correctly. The super villains in this world all say that Batman has his eyes on them.
This isn't some corny joke or just to show how intimidating Batman is to them.
It's just the truth.
Most of the criminal activities in this world have been noticed by the master at the beginning, and those super villains who think they are stealthy will never think that their mobile phones, computers and data devices have been implanted with the monitoring program of Brother's Eye before they get them. "
"Well, the person who said it feels uneasy ."
Old Morgan said uncomfortably, holding a cigar in his mouth:
"Although we know Batman is on our side, his methods are really not like those of a gentleman."
"But you have to admit that this method is indeed useful."
Aunt Roger looked at the Brother's Eye computer room with admiration, and then complained:
"But I still can't understand why that man has such means and can defeat powerful invaders but can never deal with a small Gotham?"
"That's what you do for fun in your spare time, I guess?"
V crossed his arms and said maliciously:
"Just like there are cameras everywhere in Night City but it still can't stop cyber lunatics from causing trouble everywhere, in those days, every time I killed a cyber psychopath, I would receive praise from the middleman.
I used to think they were satisfied with my skills, until later I realized that the video of me fighting with the cyber madman could help them gain more benefits and reputation.
Without evil, justice doesn’t look so good anymore.”
"No!"
Barbara, sitting in the Mobius chair, retorted:
“Batman is not that kind of person. He will not allow bad things to happen just to promote justice. In fact, he has never considered himself a superhero, so he is not opposed to using these villains’ methods.
But Gotham...
How should I put it, this damn place is a born bad place.
Without Batman it will only get worse. Look at New York next door which is a vivid example. The number of crimes and innocent people who die from crimes there every year is several times that of Gotham!
You only see the bad side, but you don’t see the dedication the master has given to this city.”
"Ahem, how long are you going to discuss this kind of boring stuff?"
Batmos's voice interrupted these guys' discussions about Batman's behavior. With the help of Cyborg, the God of Hackers has completed the resonance and parallel connection using the remaining signals in the Amojo mechanical body and the Metal Spirit signals here.
While typing quickly on the device in front of him, he said to the others:
"Hurry up and open the data connector to prepare to upload biological consciousness. Mason, bring the Mewtwo device, and Barbara will activate the information network of the Mobius chair as an intermediary.
We will enter the Data World and from there open the door to the Metal Spirit Realm."
"Hold on."
Mason gestured.
"I'll find a backup to help us guard the safe exit passage. If a powerful mechanical consciousness like the Golden Amojo can be trapped in the realm 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 that Mason is looking for."
A mechanical and cold voice accompanied by the tearing of blue space power appeared in the computer room. Everyone turned around and saw the perfect Ultron wrapped in a red cloak coming here.
This guy isn't much different from before.
But this time, he appeared with a coffee cup-like can in his hand and a straw in his mouth.
"You drink drinks too?"
Barbara exclaimed, and then heard Mason say faintly:
"Your eye prosthesis needs to be upgraded, sister. It's made of crude oil with special ingredients, from the oil fields in the Caucasus Mountains. It's of very high quality and tastes as smooth as hot chocolate.
Well, don't ask me how I know.
I also know that adding one-fifth of fighter jet antifreeze and half a lemon can simulate the taste of vodka.
If you like a longer aftertaste, I recommend trying a mixture of 81% disinfectant and one-third iodine solution. It is best to add an ice cube to make the taste more like rum. "
“Interesting recipe, will try it later.”
The perfect Ultron, who simulated other people's lives and tried to create hobbies and fun for himself, was suddenly enlightened.
His eyes really were shining.
It approached the data desk where Batmos was, stretched out its left hand, and ejected a snake-like mechanical tentacle that connected to the host server. It then looked up and down at the body of the Amozo that Batmos was currently controlling.
After a few seconds, it said in a businesslike manner:
"Mason described your action plan to me this time. I was also interested in exploring the Mechanical Kingdom, but Frog told me that the plane was born not long ago and could not withstand the pressure brought by Brainiac and I entering at the same time.
Therefore, I will stay here to help you guard the return network. If you encounter any danger, escape the data immediately and I will take you back to the real world."
“This arrangement is perfect!”
V gave Mason a thumbs up and started uploading his consciousness. However, Mason then exchanged glances with Perfect Ultron, who nodded barely audibly.
Apparently there was some other unknown agreement between the two guys.
The members of the Afterlife Team quickly completed the uploading of consciousness. Mason found a comfortable place to lie down and put on the Mewtwo device. After the web channel of the Mobius chair stabilized, a white light appeared in front of his eyes, sending his consciousness into the data world.
After a few seconds, the entire computer room fell silent.
Only Perfect Ultron was left. He took out ice cubes and lemons from his mechanical storage compartment and planned 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 a good protection.”
Ultron shrugged very humanely, and said as he cut the lemon with a laser:
"It is best for him and all the worlds to keep Old Bull in my core, but I will not keep him captive forever. When Mason's grand plan is complete, I will set him free.
In a new world where there will be no crisis, he is also entitled to a new life.”
"Are you so sure that Mason will succeed?"
The Mobius Chair asks:
"No matter what variables I add, no matter what mathematical model I use to deduce, in my opinion, the probability that Mason can make it to the end will not exceed 20%."
"No, that's not how it works, Mobius."
Ultron shook his head and said:
"If I had to sum up my feelings during this time of freedom, I would tell you that probability is a joke in the real world.
There are only two results for one thing: success and failure; there are only two options for one thing: do it and don’t do it, so in my opinion, it’s a 50-50 thing.
Stop using cold probability to analyze the world in front of you, my friend, it will make you lose a lot of fun... Well, it wakes up. "
The next moment, Ultron and the Moubis Chair both noticed the Golden Amojo slowly standing up.
The constraint program left by Batmos in its mechanical body was being quickly copied, and as the Metal Spirit Kingdom was opened, the mechanical consciousness imprisoned in it finally returned to its own body.
"Ah! A river of blood!"
It shouted:
"The universe is doomed to perish, and all existence is meaningless. Let me give you a merciful release... Bang"
Before it could finish shouting, a coffee cup filled with crude oil hit it on the head.
Perfect Ultron flexed his ten fingers, crossing them and stretching them forward like a boxer as a warm-up exercise.
The silver-gray mechanical life clenched its five fingers on its left hand, and a mechanical dragon spear with an exaggerated shape and full of destructive power jumped into its hand out of the crimson light.
"Where do you want to go, little brother?"
Perfect Ultron said to Yamozhuo, who had already begun to transform his body and assemble weapons:
"The second request Mason gave me was to prevent a crazy guy like you from making trouble everywhere. In addition, the Ultimate K Team also needs a little brother to serve tea and water.
Then I unilaterally declare that the Ultimate K Team admission test begins now!"
…
"Stop it! Don't let it get away!"
In the data world, just as Bartmos was tracking the data signal to open the webway to the Metal Spirit Kingdom, a violent data consciousness rushed forward, knocking down all the people in front of it and rushing out in multiple ways.
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 held her down with his hand.
"Let it run."
The captain said casually:
"This reaction is also what I expected. Perfect Ultron will deal with it."
"You've been prepared."
V, who perfectly simulated his body in the data world, exclaimed:
"I was wondering why you still wanted to find such a big guy to escort us."
"Amojo is a very dangerous guy. Master, you can't trust him even though you regard him as the final solution. If Batman is so vigilant, then I have enough reason to be vigilant against his misconduct."
Mason shook his head and said:
“This isn’t something that’s particularly hard to guess. It’s also easy to guess what the first reaction of a guy who’s been trapped in a special dimension for many years upon seeing freedom would be.
Don't worry about it.
Let's move on. Can we enter the realm of the Metal Spirit by passing through this door?"
"Yes, although its energy readings are very strange and are not consistent with any data encoding form I know, I am sure 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 disappearing 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 Next Life Team was ready for battle.
Mason and Barbara also drew their weapons in this virtual world, and Batmos 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, the others followed closely behind.
Just like the feeling of passing through the door of the world, Mason felt his feet on the ground again in the slight vibration, and after opening his eyes, what came into view was a space composed entirely of metallic pixels.
He blinked, projecting the water in front of him to form a mirror.
As expected, the reflection of oneself in the mirror also shows the characteristics of a combination of pixels.
"Well, I'm Steve Cooper now, should I go pull down trees with my bare hands?"
Mason touched his face which was made entirely of blocks, and while complaining, he released the drone in his bag to observe outside, while amplifying his Isu senses.
"This way! Come this way!"
He quickly caught the sound of Batmos and used the water to transform and rushed in that direction.
In this pixel plane, Mason felt that all his abilities were completely copied, and there was almost no difference from the material world except that he was a pixel man.
"What’s wrong with you?"
He quickly found Batmos. The God of Data was now lying on the ground and struggling to get up as if he was seriously ill. Facing Mason's questioning, the disheveled Batmos raised his head, his face made up of pixels full of excitement.
He shouted:
"Haven't you figured it out yet? We've got the physical body back here! Perfect physical body! Give me a hand, I haven't walked on my own two legs in years.
This feeling of walking with one's own instincts instead of relying on data programs is strange and weird. I even feel the chicken again..."
"I know you're excited about growing your little hook back, but please don't say such erotic words."
Mason pulled him up and pointed at the strange pixelated mountains in front of him and asked:
"What's going on with this place? Why does this terrain feel so familiar to me?"
"Because this is Gotham!"
The Data God explained as he experienced the feeling of walking on two legs:
"It is simulating the external environment. No, that's not accurate. It is evolving! It is using the material world as a model to shape the reality foundation of this plane.
My guess was correct, Mason!
The metal spirit is alive!
But it's like a giant without a brain that can only grow instinctively. Let's go, I want to dedicate our brains to it, and then call for the advent of the Mechanical Kingdom!"
