After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

"...If I'm not mistaken," the artificial intelligence stared at the operating machine hesitantly, "Are you planning to use this machine for making mutant soldiers to create your own child with Mr. Wayne?"

Hilda was stunned for a moment: "Ah...it seems to be true? If you don't tell me, I haven't noticed yet—this is indeed my biological child with Bruce. It sounds good?"

"Yeah, very good, very creative gift," the artificial intelligence sighed quietly, "Mr. Wayne will definitely be very 'surprised' by this."

"Yeah," Hilda didn't hear the deep meaning at all, "I think so too, and if he is not satisfied, I can make another one, as much as I want, that's great. And this machine is made My child will grow up to be a powerful soldier in the future, helping me protect Bruce...it's even more perfect."

——No, don't you think something is wrong?Even without a human brain, artificial intelligence that has absorbed a large amount of Internet information is still aware of the problems in this matter, the first of which is——

"...actually, as far as I know," he said, "humans in general tend to have a less friendly attitude towards such experimentally synthesized children."

Hilda looked over in surprise: "Why?"

"I don't fully understand the thinking of people on Earth," the artificial intelligence confessed. "However, they seem to only accept children born through natural reproduction."

"...You mean," her voice sank, "Bruce won't admit it's his child?" And—natural reproduction?Come on, she's an alien, who knows if there will be any reproductive isolation between her and Bruce?Besides, natural reproduction has never appeared in her life dictionary. No matter how much she loves Bruce, it is impossible for him to include a matter that has never been considered in her life plan for him, right?

"I can not confirm."

"Okay, but that's not that important," Hilda thought for a while, and said, "I can tell him that I picked up this child and wanted to adopt him, and Bruce adopted both of them. I have a child, so I probably wouldn’t mind adopting another biological child, right?... Then, I’ll simply set the child’s age higher to make it easier to adopt.” She turned on the screen and began to re-enter the command, “How about 7 years old? Like? Oh, shit!"

"What's wrong?" Xiaolan asked.

"It's more energy-intensive to change the settings of the instrument midway," Hilda frowned. "It may be a little slower. In this case, I won't be able to bring this child back today."

"Perhaps you can wait until Mr. Todd runs away and bring this kid back," suggested Xiaolan, who, from a data collection point of view, knows more about Earth customs than Hilda and has a better say on the issue , "It is said that human beings need a substitute only after losing someone. This is called a substitute. At this time, the card brings the child back, and it is easier for Mr. Wayne to accept him as a member of the family."

"Is that so?" Hilda thought for a while, "Well, it sounds good. Anyway, the program has been set up, and I don't mind waiting a few more days."

"But this child will look similar to Mr. Wayne?" Xiao Lan asked, "Mr. Wayne may have doubts..."

"No," Hilda waved her hand, "Bruce is innocent, if I make any excuse, he will believe it."

Artificial intelligence: "..." He thought about Bruce Wayne's part-time job, and felt that Hilda's misunderstanding of Bruce Wayne was a bit big.

"He is one of the smartest earthlings I have ever met," he said tactfully, "and it is said that earthlings have a blood sensor in their bodies. If they see their relatives who are connected by blood, they will have a certain induction."

"...Is it so amazing?" Hilda touched her nose, thought for a while in distress, and finally got along with a solution that didn't work, "...that's good, I insist that I don't know anything, just say I picked up this child innocently, but as for the identity of this child and where it came from... how would I know?" She spread her hands with an innocent look on her face.

...that was a really good idea.

"Perfect solution." Hilda clapped her hands, "Now we can leave—"

"Wait, you haven't given this child a name yet." Xiao Lan reminded, "This is also an indispensable step in the customs of the earth."

Hilda suspected that Xiaolan was giving her a problem: "Name, why is it a name again? I'm not good at naming names... Xiaobai? Xiaohei?"

"...I'm afraid these names are not appropriate for human pups."

"Actually, he's not all human cubs." Hilda folded her arms, her face serious, "He's half an alien."

"..."

"Tom? Jack? Jerry?" Hilda tried to find a few decent names from her life on Earth, "Tim? Edward?"

Blue: "Tim sounds good."

"Tim Wayne?" Hilda read it again, "No, I always feel that this name sounds not so easy to pronounce, and this kid will have a face similar to Bruce, I can't accept being called a small version Bruce 'Tim'. . . . Naming names is definitely not something I'm good at—forget it, why don't you just ignore this question and let Bruce do it then?"

Xiaolan: "But——"

"No but, it's so decided!" Hilda vetoed the artificial intelligence's suggestion, and she patted the machine containing her and Bruce's children, "My dear, grow up quickly, so that you can replace your Two elder brothers, stay with your poor father well."

"Maybe you shouldn't put so much pressure on an embryo," the artificial intelligence said, "I have collected knowledge about prenatal education, and many human education experts think..."

"Little Lan," Hilda interrupted him, smiling threateningly, "You're really not quite right today... If you keep talking, I'm going to keep you here as a prenatal education for my child."

artificial intelligence:"……"

He shut up.

"When the baby comes out of the machine, I will give him to Bruce. We will get married and live happily together." Hilda pulled a strand of hair behind her ear, and walked briskly down the road with her hands behind her back. Stairs, happily turning around in this cold and weird laboratory, as if turning a blind eye to the horrible monsters in containers, just thinking about the bright future.

"When he gets tired of staying on the earth, I will choose a suitable opportunity to take him on a trip around the universe..." She stopped, her tone slowed down, "Everywhere we go, I will lead him to travel through the mother box. I will build a palace for him wherever Bruce likes - when our tour of the universe is over, it will be the moment when I conquer the entire universe and kill the new gods... And Bruce, he will climb to the pinnacle of cosmic power with me, and enjoy all the glory with me."

"Are you going to confess to Mr. Wayne your ambition to conquer the universe?" Xiaolan asked, "With all due respect, Mr. Wayne may not understand your grand ambitions, and with his character, he may even stop you, after all , on Earth, conquest equals aggression, equals injustice."

"Injustice?" Hilda repeated slowly, "but I've always been like this. If Bruce can't understand...then I can only keep him here until I return triumphantly after everything-"

"Ding"

The cap of the lighter was removed, and the flame ignited, and the next moment, with the movement of the stubby finger, the flame went out.

Curls of smoke floated from the cigar butts, Oswald Coppert sat on the boss chair, smoking a cigar, while pulling a sneering smile, he looked at Poison Ivy standing in front of him: "... You guessed right, I am indeed very familiar with Hilda Walker, but so what? Who gave you the confidence to make you think... I will help you deal with Hilda?"

He said it lightly, but in fact there were several mutant bodyguards standing around, as long as the situation was wrong, they would shoot and kill the lunatic in front of him.

Poison Ivy showed a smile: "You don't have to be like an enemy, Cobbot, of course we can be partners in the face of common interests. And I, unlike those hypocritical humans, I have always treated partners very friendly."

Coppert scoffed at this: "I didn't agree to cooperate with you."

"It's a pity. You are so loyal to Hilda Walker, but she doesn't regard you as a friend..." Pamela sighed, her face full of regret, "The secrets she hides from you are not a single star."

Penguin's face darkened for a moment: "What do you mean by that?"

"If there are no attractive interests," Pamela said, "do you think that someone like me who has been hurt by her... will try to move her mind?"

Penguin stared at her.

So Pamela knew he was hooked.This cunning and greedy man, no, it should be said that all human beings on this planet are so disgusting and have no loyalty at all.

...But that's exactly what she wants, isn't it?

She walked towards Penguin slowly, leaned down under the vigilant eyes of the bodyguards and Penguin's acquiescence, and whispered something to him.

Penguin's pupils shrank suddenly, and he looked at Pamela suddenly: "What you said is true?!"

"Of course," the Poison Ivy girl nodded slightly. On her fingertips, the vines slowly entangled and a small flower bloomed, "...if it wasn't for my darlings who conveyed this little news, this It would be a complete and utter pity for the news to be buried forever in the Lioness Pavilion, wouldn't it?"