Marvel Book of Magical Events

The Immortal Enoch recognized the Emperor when he first saw him.

It was not entirely because Constantine stood beside the emperor and showed vigilance towards others to prove his identity, but also because Enoch had witnessed the existence of supernatural forces more than once during his long mission career. There are also cases of other civilizations using supernatural powers in the original database of the Immortals, but these cases are all from the perspective of the Immortals, using data and conjecture to understand deeds that they will never be able to understand.

To assume that Enoch has a human-like perspective because of his bionic appearance is to commit a common empathic error. The human beings observed by Enoch are very different from the human beings observed by humans - it appreciates beauty and ugliness, but it does so through a comprehensive analysis of the "beautiful" samples evaluated by others, and then marks them after finding the common points. feature. People who have certain characteristics are "beautiful". People who do not have certain characteristics and have never been evaluated are "ugly" or "ordinary". The more characteristics, the higher the "beautiful" level. It doesn't matter whether they are coordinated or not. And other factors.

Although this is just an example, it is enough to illustrate the difference between Enoch and human thinking.

The thinking mode of immortal people completely follows the program, and it is almost impossible to deviate from it.

Almost, but not completely impossible.

The decision Enoch made today is very intriguing. Constantine was keenly aware of the strangeness in it, otherwise the emperor would not have come to the lighthouse base. For Enoch, it was a crucifixion. It cannot detect that the existence of the Emperor itself should have normal data for the collection of "human beings". For Enoch, the Emperor itself does not exist because the Emperor should not be called that in all its observations. "Human beings" should instead be classified as "phenomena".

There is no height, weight, hair color, skin color and other attributes that a "human" set should have, but all the elements around it and Enoch's own photography installation indicate that there is a "human being" in front of it, not a "phenomenon", no matter what it is. Whether data that should belong to the "human" collection was detected. Just like standing under the clouds on the top of a mountain and looking up at the lead-gray clouds in the sky, the thunder all over the sky pierced the clouds and the air, and the loud noise that shook the mountain fell from the sky and hit it. The air was full of restless electric charges, but it was unable to use any It has the observation methods to measure temperature, chemical composition, density and other material data of the real universe.

Enoch even had to shut down many observation equipment and use the simplest camera system to ensure that the precision parts of the bionic eyeball would not be burned. Just as human eyes cannot see stars directly, Enoch cannot use its visual input system to see the emperor's existence directly. All it can see is the simplest and shallowest surface.

This logical confusion caused slight problems with its processor.

It even felt... fear. Enoch was sure that he did feel fear.

This is an emotion that a silicon-based sentient being should not have.

No, silicon-based sentient beings are not supposed to have emotions.

Enoch discovered that he had acquired emotions during the mission, and it was only now that he realized this fact belatedly. Even after running thousands of self-tests, no clues can be found. There is no error code prompt, no redundant code, and its system is as clean as when it was just shipped from the factory.

Enoch felt fear.

Fear made it obey the emperor's orders. It wasn't until it reorganized the memory overflow of the emotional center and the "human" collection through emergency programming that it discovered that Constantine was standing in front of it, still holding the terrible weapon in his hand, and the mechanical violence was already loaded. . "You will accept a new task." Constantine said bluntly, "You will dedicate all your memories for research."

"how……"

The emperor disappeared from its presence without leaving any trace.

The door to the control room opened, and disappeared together with the sisterhood who were standing outside the door in full armor, holding cloaks, wine bottles, wine glasses and battle flags in their hands. The girls armed with bolters and chainswords, wearing pitch-black power armor and crimson tabards, struggled to keep quiet under the emperor's orders. There was absolutely no way they could evacuate so quietly. Enoch's repeated sound reception system completely failed to pick up their noisy conversation as always, as well as their low growls due to their efforts to suppress their excessive bellicose emotions.

"You will undergo a small amount of modification to adapt to our digital protocol." Constantine's face was still as cold as marble. "I recommend that you accept this modification, lest we have to tear open your bionic skin and forcibly access your information. Terminal. The team led by Epsilon Rodney Radium 223 has produced a preliminary anatomy of immortals through research on your kind, and we now know where to access your data port."

"Why don't I remember what just happened?"

"That's normal," Constantine replied, "because he doesn't want you to remember what he looks like, that's all."

"Ten minutes." Bayonetta tilted her head and placed her watch on the small white round table next to a glass of classic martini. As Salomon walked into the glass conservatory, she could feel the air temperature rising slightly by a few degrees. She captured the unburned etheric light in his eyes, like a dazzling golden halo in his dark pupils during a total solar eclipse. All around sparkle. She didn't want to ask what happened in those ten minutes that actually required him to use supernatural powers, but when something involved the manor, she had to ask. "You are on time, dear little boy. But why do I still hear so much noise in the manor?" She pointed to the sky outside the glass conservatory, which was blocked by rose bushes and vines. An aircraft was landing slowly a kilometer away. "And That aircraft. What is that, a Pegasus?"

"There is a group of Sisterhood armed men in training and Dinah is training them to serve."

Salomon grinned, looking like he had a headache. He just asked Dinah to send the Sisters to help Constantine with the security work at the lighthouse base to bridge the security void caused by the mass evacuation of the First Secret Regiment. However, when Dinah learned that he would go to the lighthouse base, she still After adding some services that he didn't need much - carpets, paintings, wine cabinets and wardrobes were all arranged into the lighthouse base - now he brought the girls back to the manor, and the things left at the lighthouse base were waiting. Then just send someone to clean it up, and then transport it back together with the dangerous items in the warehouse at the lighthouse base.

The overzealous sorority militants, or "bomb chicks" as they were called, took emotion control classes.

The Sisterhood, an order founded by artificial humans (Homonculus), has a natural sense of worship for its original members because of their special characteristics and is extremely exclusive. Without mandatory orders, they will not interact with anyone except Other departments outside the Praetorian Order worked together. The so-called emotional control courses of the sisterhood are not meditation and meditation courses attended by Silicon Valley elites in the secular world, but a preparation program that combines penance, whipping, and introspection, from arena combat to gun maintenance, from memorizing tactics Everything from guidelines to counting ammunition.

The armed personnel of the sisterhood who can participate in this mission are all girls who have stood out from the course. They will not have more than five scars left on their bodies due to failure in arena combat (first blood rule). Their anger control is also very good (by the standards of the sisterhood), and the aiming reticle in their eyes will never lose sight of the enemy. The key is that the war drums of hatred forged by past sufferings beating in their ears will not swallow up their sanity. Compared with the earliest fanatical worship, the creed of the sisterhood has been much more restrained now. Tita's modification of the creed is barely satisfactory. She painted white laurels around the golden lily marks on the power armor shoulder pads of these warriors to commend them. Excellent conduct.

Distinguished warriors, including Tatiana, were on the emperor's watch list.

Tita wanted the emperor to weigh the worth of these warriors and judge their abilities. Suffering did not kill their lives, and arduous training failed to wear out their will. They still maintained their anger and calmness, except for the Praetorian Guards (the androids of the Sisterhood never thought that the Praetorian Guards were better than themselves. Although Both are creations of the Emperor, but the artificial beings of the Sisterhood believe that they are more pure because they are created from scratch, new human beings created by the Emperor from the void) No one is more suitable to serve the Emperor than them, Tita and Dai Na said this with confidence.

"Welcome to you and your team, Agent Coulson."

As the supreme military commander of the space station, Tita welcomed the second batch of foreign guests of the space station. Natasha Romanoff does not need to screen these guests, because Tita and Immortal City have all the information about this group of people. As a former S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, Natasha Romanoff does not need to Let Agent Coulson know she's here.

"The Emperor ordered you to train here." Tita was wearing ceremonial power armor, carrying a long sword given by the Emperor on her waist. The personal black bearskin given to her by the Emperor was also draped behind the power armor, like a plush The black cloak made her look a whole lot bigger. "You will receive the most rigorous training here. The education given to you by SHIELD is as sweet as the desserts in a coffee shop."

She glanced at the team of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents with stern eyes. Melinda May puffed up her chest as if challenged and stared back with fierce eyes. Tita didn't care about Melinda May's reaction at all, but Continue to look at this team with your eyes. Leopold Fitz and Gemma Simmons were clearly focused on the space station, marveling at the technological advancements in the details they noticed, until they were struck by Dita's physical sword-like gaze. Sweeping, the false pain nerve response almost made them jump.

Although they were forced into the Tianma super-heavy assault transport craft, their experiences along the way shocked them. Including but not limited to such a huge and heavy body with a fantastic payload, after vertical take-off and landing, it can fly at a speed that no aircraft in the world can match, and it can fly directly out of the Karman line without the need for additional rocket thrusters.

Compared with the somewhat "disgraceful" performances of Leopold Fitz and Gemma Simmons, Daisy Johnson and Elena Rodriguez are much more nervous. Tita stared at them for quite a long time, at least in terms of their somatosensory time, which was a long time - these two were in the greatest danger, so the explosive collars around their necks were always on to prevent them from using their abilities against them. The Tianjian Space Station wreaks havoc. As for the agent team's attempt to remove the collars from their necks in accordance with Earth's laws, neither Tita nor the agents of the First Secret Corps turned a deaf ear.

"You have already received the training list and work and rest list." Tita held the handle of the long sword with one hand, and lowered her other hand so that she could touch the handle of the plasma pistol on her thigh at any time. She didn't need to, as a Golden Guardsman and a Sisterhood Tactical Team were standing behind her, but she expressed her aggression to Coulson's Agent Team anyway. "Don't leave the designated activity area, don't try to escape from the space station, don't try to attack any staff, don't try to learn about the space station's intelligence, and don't try to cause damage to the space station. If any of the above behaviors are discovered, they will be killed without notification. I hope you will Understand, your lives are in my hands now."

"Do you need to be so harsh?"

Tita turned around and looked into Amon's eyes, as if questioning why Amon would ask such a stupid question. "I know this group of people." She watched Team Coulson being escorted through the airlock door by the soldiers of the First Secret Regiment and disappearing behind the gravity elevator. "They will always think that they are right, unless their wrong decisions bring consequences. Scars that will never heal, otherwise they will never reflect. Short-sighted, arrogant, arrogant, they need to be whipped."

"My Lord objects to such punishment being inflicted on innocent people."

"I never think they are innocent, Amon." Tita tilted her head, and a sisterhood android behind her held the helmet to her. Tita put on the helmet skillfully. After the air-tight lock made a hissing sound as the air pressure was balanced, Tita's voice took on a mechanical stiffness. As if to show her tough attitude, Tita put on her helmet and spoke to Amon, who was the emperor's representative. Although she was a little resentful that the Imperial Guard had such a high status, Tita still accepted the order. "Every one of their actions involves innocent people, and they never realize it because they have been blinded by their self-righteous justice." She said, "If you have questions about my orders, here are You are welcome at the training ground."

"Training Course?"

"In the arena, the commander welcomes you to challenge her." A sorority android laughed. The girl looked at the guards. Although Amon was much taller than them, these artificial people were not timid at all. They do not consider the Praetorian Guards to be new or male versions of themselves, they always consider themselves to be the best of creation. "It doesn't matter whether it's the first blood or the third blood. The loser must obey all the orders of the winner."

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