American Comics: Beginning with Luke the Maker

"Oh, damn! What happened to me?"

Simmons, whose brain was physically restarted, rubbed his head and stood up from the ground. He felt that just before he fell into coma, a powerful force rushed into his brain, or in other words, his thinking, causing his thinking to have cognitive changes. mess. He then passed out directly due to the body's protective mechanism after the trauma.

"It seems that you are already awake." A pleasant female voice sounded next to him. Simmons and Sam, who got up from the ground almost at the same time, turned their heads and looked at the source of the sound.

The one who spoke was the burgundy woman who had been silent. Her face still looked indifferent to the point of being cold, and the eyes she looked at them did not contain any kindness or goodwill, but instead looked down with an uncomfortable arrogance. But surprisingly, she didn't take action against the two of them again.

"What happened? Aren't we fighting with you? Yes, why are we fighting with you? It's because you want to steal the supreme wisdom from us, and we must strike first."

Simmons asked and answered questions to himself in a daze, feeling that his brain was a little out of use. He now has a vague illusion that his previous mental state was not quite right, that he was too impulsive and reckless. This impulsiveness and recklessness seemed normal under the cover of the circumstances and emotions at the time, but at this moment, he always felt that the process was a little strange.

This strange feeling is unclear and even has no reason, because all decisions and actions seem to have their own self-consistent logic.

"You have been brainwashed by the supreme wisdom. Including them." The voice of the woman with long burgundy hair was slightly ethereal, which made Simmons and the others follow her eyes and see Qing Qing who seemed to be in deep sleep on the other side. Tianzhu and the others.

"What happened to them?"

It was Sam who spoke. Although they had not known each other for a long time, this did not prevent him from having a good impression of these novel alien companions.

"I just packaged their consciousness programs and uploaded them to the data battlefield of the Supreme Intelligence to help." The woman said lightly.

"You said we are controlled by the supreme intelligence? This is a bit ridiculous. How can a supercomputer program brainwash us? There is no problem with my memory." Simmons looked at himself, and he was armed to the teeth with the equipment of the supreme intelligence. , all disappeared. Not even his little pistol was saved.

"Are you sure? Generally speaking, after you wake up from the brainwashing state, you will feel something strange. If you don't notice it, it can only mean that you are mentally insensitive and you are a useless fool." The woman's tone changed day by day. Without delay, with the help of the mechanical tribe and preparations in advance, she has now been able to completely suppress and gradually freeze the operation of the supreme intelligence, and even force it to enter deep sleep again, or even completely enter a shutdown state.

After all, although the supreme intelligence has certain authority in this space, the authority of the mechanical race is higher.

"If your brain and the mechanical [brain] are regarded as a system program, they are just incompatible with each other. But is this incompatibility unbreakable? The answer is no.      This technology has been in our empire for a long time It has developed to a quite complete level. Including some people who have removed part of their biological brains and replaced them with mechanical brains. To do this, only an interface and a decoding program are needed. The encryption of the supreme intelligence is very interesting, but I Good at cracking these.”

Listening to the woman speaking in the calmest tone, words that made his scalp tingle, Simmons once again felt a sense of fantasy. If his memory and various details in his memory hadn't told him for sure that his [travel] was a real accident, he would have doubted whether he was having a nightmare. Of course, after listening to the woman's words, while he was doubtful, he also couldn't believe whether his memory had been tampered with.

He knew about the brainwashing situation. After all, as an agent of a secret department, he certainly knows that some departments have a complete set of procedures and experiences for brainwashing, including drug control and mental brainwashing, etc., but those who told the woman were modified and changed like a program. Those departments in his memory couldn't do it at all. Even if he knew this technique, he would follow the scent of the hyena and come around like crazy and bite him twice.

"Why are you telling us this? There is no need for you to say this." Simmons vaguely felt something was wrong. He always felt that the cold woman opposite should not take the initiative to tell them these things, and even kindly help them release their brainwashing control and so on. In Simmons' view, it would be more in line with the style of the woman in front of him to treat them as enemies and deal with them directly during the battle.

"There's nothing to say, it's just that you were chosen." The woman still answered straightforwardly. Seeing the confusion in the eyes of Sam and Simmons, she said again: "Look at your right arm, you are concentrating on it." look."

Simmons and Sam raised their right arms in confusion, followed the woman's prompts, and looked at it intently. Just as they were confused, they suddenly felt a burning pain on the back of their hands.

A golden, intimidating, eye-like pattern that naturally carries some inexplicable coercion, turns from indifferent to conspicuous under the focused gaze.

"What is this?" Sam was shocked and stretched out his hand to wipe it, but the eye pattern did not fade like the tattoo. But the strange thing is that when his attention is not focused on it, the pattern disappears on the skin like invisible ink.

"Mark." The woman said: "Since you don't know anything, I can explain it to you a little more. This mark is the mark of the dimensional beast. They are a kind of life that can bring the life of a certain universe to the world." Out of your own universe and into the existence of other universes. You can understand them as buses, subways, airplanes and other means of transportation between universes. But at the same time, you can also regard it as a trading place where universes gather. Generally They will only randomly select certain life forms and take away some resources when they are close to a certain universe.

You are obviously the people in this universe who are temporarily favored by fate. Because of our arrival, you were chosen by the dimensional beast to leave a mark. Thank it, this mark has become your temporary escape from death. And the answers I give you can also relieve some [debt]. "

"Wait, you mean, you are not from aliens, but from outside the universe? Now that we have obtained this mark, we also have the ability to go outside the universe?" Simmons is worthy of being an agent of the secret department, and soon I understood what the woman said. "Also, what is the dimensional beast? A beast from outside the universe?"

"I've answered enough for you. Our goal has been achieved! You will naturally understand more about everything after you are led there." The woman then resumed her silent attitude, and her body began to change. A dense and colorful light exudes from the inside to the outside. In the surprised eyes of the two Simmons, their bodies gradually faded.

"Wait a minute, at least send us back first! Or tell us how to leave this shabby place before we leave!" Simmons stood up and tried to save the woman, but in the end he only grabbed a piece of empty air. (End of chapter)