Chapter 391: Psychological burden (second update)
"Nick Fury refuses to give people." Salomon's feet in short boots were raised on the desk, and Maya Hansen was leaning on the other side of the table. She was a little unhappy after hearing the bad news. It's just that she didn't show it, but was playing with the badly shaped plastic toy in her hand, thinking about when to stab it in Salomon's face.
It also didn't occur to Steve Rogers that Salomon knew nothing about boxing. Salomon, who grew up in unrestricted combat, was just as dangerous unarmed as he was armed, and those gloves didn't diminish his superhuman strength. Salomon made a lot of money that day in the gym because the guys bet on Steve Rogers--they'd seen him hit the punching bag, and it's not common for people to break a punching bag a day. In comparison, Salomon, who looks like a spoiled playboy, is much weaker.
Nick Fury was right. Although Steve Rogers was moved by some of the ideas he said, he still refused to agree with his ideas. In his view, he was a soldier fighting for freedom, so Salomon didn't spend much time persuading him. Since he is a soldier, not someone like the Supreme Mage who can see the end of time, there is no need to say too much about the different patterns. It's just that Salomon thinks that Nick Fury will not let him go so easily, and many people will come to talk to him in the future. Both Agent Coulson and Natasha are possible, the former may not be seen, and the latter may knock on the door of the apartment.
At that time, the scene may be ugly.
As for Tony Stark, he is very much in favor of Salomon's ideas. He has always wanted to find a way to protect humans from aliens. The two have no disagreement on this point, but Stark believes in machines more.
Human experimentation is a necessary step. Extremis virus, an excellent gene editing tool, cuts and edits human genes as a whole. Animal genes are not helpful to Maya Hansen's experiments, and they have no conditions to breed experimental animals with human organs. They have genetic samples from many creatures - Thor's, common Asgardian soldiers', Malekith's (blood taken from his armor) and Salomon's own. In addition, there are genetic samples of various magical creatures. Those things are the original research materials of Maya Hansen. She wants to find out whether magic will be reflected at the genetic level.
She and Salomon plan to use the Extremis virus to edit certain specific genes into the experimental body, and then observe the epigenetic characteristics of those gene fragments, so as to determine which gene fragments certain specific talents come from.
This is a very difficult and time-consuming job.
Maya Hansen is very happy that Salomon can put a bigger goal in front of her, but she cannot run the entire laboratory alone, and the workload is too great. Even if she had taken the red potion given by Salomon, even if Salomon promised her eternal life and eternal youthful beauty, she was still a mortal, a mortal with a long lifespan.
"I'll find the test subject for you." Salomon sighed.
The reason why he wants to use criminals who have been recognized by human society as experimental materials is because he knows that he does not have the power to judge human beings. The holders of this power are various human countries, and he is unwilling to break the order. Yes, he has seen the atrocities of the Al Qaeda supported by the United States, but he has never paid attention to it.
Not because he doesn't resent evils that are beyond human capacity, but because he has no power, he follows the rules.
However, the current situation is that he has to seize this power himself, he has to go to the most chaotic area in the world, and bring to trial those human dregs who will stuff people alive into the meat grinder.
From there he will find the orphans who will come to him, and bring them back, and educate them with whips and books, and train them with knives and muskets. Then he will send the qualified ones to the operating table. He will put on armor and equip them with weapons, and they will stand with him on the battlefield, bravely charge against the enemies of mankind, and use their lives to fulfill the sad wish of saving the world.
"The question is whether you can bear this pain, Maya." Salomon raised his head and looked at his biological consultant. Even if the genetic modification experiment is successful, there are still many problems to be solved. This is different from those Extremis fighters that Killian recruited from the retired US military to transform into experimental subjects. Maya Hansen will live with those children in the Immortal City. She will educate them, and they will respect her and love her like family members. Then she would watch those children who couldn't pass the transformation become deformed and die, and even the children who survived the transformation might die in a certain battle.
This is a very heavy psychological burden for Maya Hansen and Salomon. Salomon is ready to bear this burden, but he doesn't know if Maya Hansen has it. Silence enveloped the entire office, and only a few lights illuminated the two of them in the darkness. Salomon moved his finger, the window of the office opened, and the amazing smell of death from the rolling and never-ending post-war ruins in the Immortal City awakened Maya Hansen from her silence.
"It's not that I'm inhuman, on the contrary, I'm quite attached to humanity, even if it's an obstacle to the grand plan." Salomon stood up from the high-back chair. He didn't look at Maya Hansen's shadowed expression. Salomon walked around to the side of the table, piled up the parchment scattered on the table and put it aside, and closed the lid of the ceramic ink tank by the way.
"I'm sorry to ask you to dedicate your life to this cause, Maya." He hugged the biologist's shoulder and patted her on the back. "We will do many unacceptable things, but you have to remember what we are for. I hope you can judge with reason."
"I know." Maya Hansen replied calmly, "I will remember."
Salomon let go of his arms. He looked at Maya Hansen's light brown eyes and tried to make the atmosphere more relaxed. "I left you a big golden retriever, you can give it a name if you have time." He said with a smile, "If you like, the sheep can also stay. But this will make the golden retriever mistakenly believe that he is a shepherd dog, and you have to correct its wrong thinking."
Maya Hansen burst out laughing. "ROOT loves the golden retriever that the druids have," she said, "and she has dog treats for him."
"At least until that damn machine gets ROOT back, you have to take care of it. Have you figured out a name for it?" Salomon raised his eyebrows. After the server is installed, ROOT is dispatched by artificial intelligence to perform tasks. In this regard, the artificial intelligence said that because of the physical extension promised by Salomon, ROOT had to perform a series of dangerous tasks.
After the restriction was lifted, the artificial intelligence even complained to Salomon in a very dissatisfied tone.
Salomon didn't know what the AI's mission was, and he didn't care. It was enough for the AI to understand that Salomon's threat to it was genuine. Things like prophecy spells are beyond the scope of logical judgment. It knows that it has to surrender obediently when encountering magic, because Salomon has roughly determined its hiding place.
"Not yet." Maya Hansen raised her eyebrows, and the cloud covering her face was swept away. "But I have an idea for the time being. But I won't tell you, unless you first pay the subscription fee for the pay-TV channel, which is my only entertainment."
"My God, don't we have an electronic god, why do we have to pay TV membership fees? What the hell!"
Ask for a ticket! Make up for those who skipped the subscription, otherwise it would be silly to jump out of someone who hasn't seen it.
