Trajectory of Dawn in the World of American Comics

Mason, who had just placed a production order, climbed out of the suitcase factory and saw the communication equipment on his desk operating automatically.

The optical projection that could only be generated within one meter of the surrounding area was upgraded. With the cooperation of other projection equipment in the room, Batemos' figure was projected in front of the large French windows in the office.

The God of Data, dressed as an IT man, was holding his old mug and staring at the wasteland outside the window.

Mason didn't try to understand the guy's thoughts and mentality at this time, but he knew that Bartmos, who advocated efficiency, couldn't just run over to see the scenery.

"I guess, you want to complete the trip you've been thinking about?"

The captain leaned against the table, picked up his own cup, poured a few drops of concentrated refreshment into it, took out the orange water and poured it in, then put it on his mouth, took a sip, then frowned, squeezed out a candy cube and threw it away went in.

Then he opened his mouth and said:

"Is there any result in the tracking of Metal Spirit Kingdom?"

"It is true that the way to go to the root has been clarified, but I am here to talk about more than that."

The God of Data withdrew his gaze from the landscape of the real world. He looked back at Mason, took a sip of data water, and said:

"I calculated the world fusion plan you gave in the mainframe of the exile spaceship, and after adding the theoretical model given by Tony Stark's Legion to it, I discovered a terrible thing.

Even if your speed force cannon successfully reduces the mutual pressure of the colliding planes, in the most optimistic case, the pressure directly acting on the earth can still crush each other in a few minutes.

You know very well that the results of continuing to advance this plan will not be optimistic.

But you didn't mean to stop it at all. I just visited the database of the earth's magnetic field generators that have been installed in other worlds. You didn't tell other partners about this risk.

So I'm here to ask you, do you have any other aids?

Or, are you going to put all your eggs in one basket? "

"I still have a way."

Mason tasted his orange refreshing water, and didn't hide it but said directly:

"But there is still a lack of necessary data support. The Tony Legion is dealing with this matter, and perhaps there will be results in the next few days.

The plane puncture of the speed force cannon is only to reduce the expansion pressure inside the plane, and the buffer measures when the impact collision occurs are not in the early construction. "

"Your buffer measures refer to the Isu Aurora Devices being built in various worlds and the unexpected cosmic tuning fork?"

Battmos blinked and asked:

"Have you thought of a way to use them together?"

"It's just a general idea. I won't be so full of words, but I think they will work. Both of them have the function of stabilizing the plane. When they are in effect, they should be strong enough to withstand the impact weakened by the speed gun. pressure.

However, this requires further testing.

You may be able to extract part of the computing power of Mikoshi World, I mean to make it a redundant area, and I still need to use your strong computing power to complete this idea. "

Mason grinned, took a gulp of orange juice, and said:

"However, this test will have to wait until I get the complete operation guide for the cosmic tuning fork. Let me tell you about your business now? Are you coming to me to take me to see the kingdom of metal spirits?"

"certainly!"

The God of Data laughed, pushed his black-rimmed glasses, and said:

"I'm going to explore unknown places, and I'm shouldering the group mission of the data beings to expand to the next stage. Although there will be no punishment if I fail, the benefits I can get if I succeed will be quite amazing.

In this case, it is natural to look for a powerful companion!

And when it comes to exploration and development, no one is more proficient than you. If I don't look for you, an A-level member who will be outstanding among the stars, who else can I look for?

Get ready. "

Butmoss glanced at the time on the wall clock in Mason's office and said:

"The exile spaceship is about to arrive in the planetary orbit of the Gotham world, and the body of the golden Amjo is ready. This time, I will download my main program and logic modules to complete this journey to find the kingdom of the mechanical god."

"Do you need a team? Or a partner?"

Mason asked, the God of Data shrugged and said:

“Of course, the fewer people there are, the better.

Metal Spirit's mechanical kingdom is not a place that will be merciful to flesh and blood. I have assembled the afterlife team as the backbone, but I need to find a powerful commander for them. "

"It's all acquaintances, which is awesome."

Mason snapped his fingers, glanced at his schedule, and said:

"Give me an hour to complete the adjustment of the manufacturing plan, but I have to bring Barbara, her super hacker may be able to help."

"Please, I'll walk with you, Mason!"

Buttermoss pursed his lips and said:

"You already have the strongest hacker ancestor in the entire parallel world system, why do you need to bring a less outstanding apprentice?"

"Isn't this going to find her to go and learn from you?"

The captain rolled his eyes and said:

"If your expedition is really successful, then all the data life in the entire Mikoshi world will find a new home, and it will not be so easy to find you at that time.

Taking advantage of this last opportunity for cooperation, it is not our style not to hurry up and grab the wool.

I promise she won't hold back, and I'll give her the Möbius chair to use. "

"Well, with that super mechanical chair, her ability can reach the point we need, so let's do it."

Buttermos waved goodbye and said:

"See you in an hour."

"hum"

The figure of the God of Data turned into pixels and disappeared into the air, but a few seconds later, he poked his head out of the air again, and said to Mason who was sitting on a chair and was about to adjust the production plan:

"There is one more thing I think you will care about. Ms. Ciri entered Night City in a low-key manner three hours ago. With the help of the prosthetic doctor Consus, we completed the transcoding of her soul."

"Um?"

The trigger keyword made Mason look up, he pushed the mirror frame to look at Buttermos, and said:

"How is the result?"

"not so good."

The God of Data sighed and said:

"Her soul has been 'polluted' too badly. Even if Mr. Black Strange purifies her, even if Ott personally participates in the extraction of consciousness, in the end, she can only transcode the biological consciousness data with a completeness of 68%.

Although this level of data is enough to complete her "data ascension" in the Mikoshi world, because of the incomplete biological consciousness, even if she is constructed as a complete body in the Mikoshi world, you will most likely only get a simulated body. The true degree is 100% a silver-haired doll who can only respond instinctively.

There is also a high probability that it will be accompanied by various cyber diseases caused by the loss of emotion and memory modules.

While a one-to-one bionic sex doll may suffice for some men, I'm sure you're not looking for such an outcome if you're looking for perfection.

So, my suggestion is, start from other aspects.

This kind of pollution event related to supernatural power is really beyond the scope of us data beings who are good at dealing with it. If it is really not possible, I can help manually program the part of her missing biological consciousness.

But I can only make it as realistic as possible.”

"Is the programmed consciousness still her?"

Mason shook his head and said:

"I'm hi. Ahem, I mean, I've adapted to being a real Ms. Hunter, so I'm no longer satisfied with just being realistic. Let me do this."

"I will keep that data as a backup plan in case of irreversible desperation."

batmoss says:

"Although sex dolls can't satisfy you, it's still good to have a thought."

After saying that he disappeared again, Mason felt a little heavy, but he quickly adjusted his mind and connected to Barbara's data communication after completing the redesign of the manufacturing process.

The optical projection program upgraded by Batemos no longer only projects the upper body, but very powerfully projects the full state of Batgirl at this time and simulates the scene she is in.

The unseemly state of her and Grayson in front of her made Mason's eyes widen, and then he coughed and covered his eyes.

He said:

"Two minutes for you guys, you and Grayson! Get dressed, damn it. I know it's exciting, but please don't pick up the comm in this situation please?"

In addition, the legendary single-branch line I reassembled on your arm prosthesis is for fighting, not for playing this kind of game for you. Oh, forget it, hurry up!

Alive. "

"ah"

Batgirl let out an exclamation.

She thought she could avoid embarrassing situations by wearing good clothes on her upper body, but who would have thought that her stinky brother would even upgrade the optical projection communication, which suddenly revealed her truth.

Then hurriedly retracted the monomolecular thread, jumped off the young master and put on his clothes in a hurry, the young master also covered his lower body in embarrassment.

He also complained about how it's so difficult for couples who get together more often and get together less often to do something that they like to see and hear!

As expected of a superhero, the speed of changing clothes is really fast. Thirty seconds later, the two people who looked embarrassed reappeared in front of Mason. The captain sighed and said:

"Barbara is coming right back to the Raw Bar and waiting for me there. Buttermos gave us a temporary development request and we're going to act with him this time.

The Mobius chair will be handed over to you to use, remember to bring enough hacker replica chips, this time you may learn many useful skills from Batemos. "

"Oh well."

As soon as she heard that she could act together with the idol of hackers, Batgirl immediately became excited, humming a song and searching for the components she needed in the messy bedroom, while the young master licked his face and asked:

"Can I act together with you? You see, my fiancée is going to go out and do her best. I only have to worry about staying here. Isn't that good?"

"You can go play with Xinghuo Girl and finish what you didn't finish just now."

Mason said teasingly:

"Confidence is good, Grayson, but you have to have a clear idea of ​​your strength.

This time we are going to find the mysterious kingdom of root power, I am not scaring you, if something happens in the middle, you can happily wave goodbye to the material world you are familiar with.

So you can also go, remember to buy an insurance in advance, the beneficiary writes Barbara Gordon.

OK, just kidding.

Buttmoss has confirmed the path, and this quest won't last long.

It will take your girlfriend back in six hours at most, you still have time to prepare a candlelight dinner for her or something Well, prepare two, Harley and Quinn have been in a bad mood recently, I think I need it too Soothe my crazy girlfriends. "

"Hey, romance, I'm pretty good at that."

The youngest smiled, turned around and kissed Barbara who was about to leave. When he turned back, Mason had already cut off the communication.

"You can go find Starfire Girl."

Batgirl packs her hacking kit into a suitcase, winks back at her boyfriend, and says:

"I really don't get mad"

"Don't say such naive words, Corianta and I are really just colleagues."

Young Master emphasized:

"You have to have some faith in me."

"Tch, I have confidence in you, especially in the aspect of attracting bees and butterflies."

Barbara rolled her eyes, stretched out her hand and slapped the young master's ecstatic buttocks hard, whistled like a female hooligan, opened the door and strode away.

Ten minutes later, the cool Batmobile drove into the underground parking lot of the Afterlife Bar. Barbara took off her helmet and tossed her long hair gracefully. Then she saw Mason waiting in front with a suitcase.

There is also a Mobius chair floating next to him, and that smart chair is arguing with Mason.

"It's useless for you to object! This machine is already preparing to reset the first passenger to Barbara Gordon, and she has a higher degree of fit with this machine than you in every aspect."

The smart chair full of futuristic machinery screams:

"You just use this machine as a combat tool, but you ignore the power of this machine in all aspects. Barbara can give full play to the excellent functions of this machine."

"I didn't say no."

Mason was too lazy to quarrel with his chair, he sighed and said:

"I don't use you really not because you're not strong enough, it's just that you can't use it most of the time, and you won't let me take you apart to see the internal structure."

"Your craftsmanship is too bad! This machine is just worried that you will damage the perfect structure of this machine."

The Mobius chair complained, and a flicker appeared next to Barbara, carried her on the chair amidst the screams of the hacker girl, and then started the precise teleportation.

In a flash of light, Barbara and Mason were sent to the main control room of the exile spacecraft that was cruising at a constant speed in the orbit of the earth.

"Yo, idiot."

V's voice sounded afterward, full of the elegant, easy-going and simple temperament of the people of Night City.

The bastard mercenary stepped forward to help Mason take the suitcase very graciously, and said nice things to ask Mason to help him take a look at the firearm in his hand and make some improvements.

The rest of the afterlife team was already waiting here. Apart from Mason's familiar people, he also saw five black military combat prosthetics.

Obviously Adam Hammer's model.

But replacing that uncomfortable face with a mechanical-style helmet looks incredibly thick and powerful.

"click"

The mechanical hatch of the main control room opened, and the golden Yamozhuo walked into it at the pace of Batemos. The God of Data has not done a full logic download for a long time, and it seems a little uncomfortable to be placed in the entity .

He shook hands with Mason, but he crushed the captain's five fingers and left arm with too much force. Fortunately, he was in front of a water man who was not afraid of death, otherwise this would be enough for Bartmos to be convicted of intentional injury.

"Uh, there is a small problem with the program of the output module, it doesn't matter, I have already rewritten the program."

The hacker god hurriedly apologized.

But the tired Mason waved his hand and said:

"Hurry up, you obviously can't control the overly powerful machine of the Golden Yamozhuo, and you are not a combatant yourself, so don't rush out if you encounter trouble.

I let you rush, you rush again. "

"Okay, okay, I listen to you."

Batemos's face was reflected on Golden Yamajo's face full of mechanical sense but without complete facial features, and then he activated the communication, and the voice of Cyborg soon rang out in the main control room.

A cyborg who is one of the members of the Parallel World Data Life Alliance reported:

"The abnormal data signal of Metal Spirit has been captured and locked, and it is currently staying in the third database of 'Brother's Eye', the coordinates have been uploaded, please come and gather as soon as possible.

With four hours remaining until its next transfer, that should be enough time for us to capture the entrance to Mechanoida. "

"Let's go then."

Buttermos waved his hand and said to the others:

"The mechanical kingdom of the metal spirit exists but is unconscious, while the miraculous world is full of consciousness that has nowhere to go but longs for reality. The fusion of the two will create a perfect creation that belongs to mechanical life.

Maybe that's the data detachment we've been looking for!

That is the heaven we have been longing for.

For our world, for all worlds, go, brothers! "