"Nick Fury refused to give anyone." Salomon's feet in short boots were raised on the desk, and Maya Hansen was leaning on the other side of the desk. She was a little unhappy after hearing the bad news. But she didn't show it, instead she played with the bad-shaped plastic toy in her hand out of boredom, thinking about when to stab it in Salomon's face.
Steve Rogers also didn't expect that Salomon didn't know anything about boxing. Growing up, Salomon participated in unrestricted fighting. He was just as dangerous with his bare hands as he was with weapons, and those gloves could not weaken his superhuman strength. Salomon made a lot of money that day in the boxing gym because the guys bet on Steve Rogers - they'd seen him hit a punching bag, and it wasn't just anyone who broke a punching bag in one 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 mind, he was a soldier fighting for freedom, so Salomon didn't spend much time persuading him. Since he is a soldier and not someone like the Supreme Mage who can see the end of time, there is no need to say too much because the situation is different. 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 next. Agent Coulson and Natasha were both possible. He could disappear from the former, but the latter might knock on the door at the apartment.
The scene may be ugly then.
As for Tony Stark, he was very supportive of Salomon's idea. He has always wanted to find a way to protect humans from aliens. The two have no differences on this point, but Stark believes more in machines.
Human experimentation is a necessary step. Extremis Virus, an excellent gene editing tool, cuts and edits human genes as a whole. Animal genes are of no help to Maya Hansen’s experiments, and they do not have the conditions to cultivate humans with human organs. Experimental animals. They have genetic samples from many creatures - Thor's, ordinary Asgardian soldiers, Malekith, the king of the dark elves, and Salomon himself. In addition, there are genetic samples of various magical creatures. Those things were Maya Hansen's initial research materials. She wanted to find out whether magic would be reflected at the genetic level.
She and Salomon planned to use the Extremis virus to edit certain genes into experimental subjects, and then observe the epigenetic characteristics of those gene fragments to determine which gene fragments derived from certain specific talents.
This is a very difficult and time-consuming job.
Maya Hansen is happy that Salomon can put a bigger goal in front of her, but she cannot run the entire laboratory alone. The workload is too much. Even if she had taken the red liquid given by Salomon, it would not work. Even if Salomon promised her eternal youth and beauty, she was still a mortal, a mortal with a somewhat long lifespan.
"I will find the experimental 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 humans now. The owners of this power are various human countries, and he is unwilling to break the order. Yes, he had seen the atrocities committed by Al Qaeda supported by the United States, but he never paid attention to it.
Not because he doesn't hate evil that is beyond human endurance, but because he has no power and he follows the rules.
However, the current situation is that he has to seize this power personally. He has to go to the most chaotic areas in the world to bring judgment to those human scum who will stuff people alive into the meat grinder. Those thugs will They contributed every inch of their flesh and blood on the operating table to build the cornerstone of Salomon's ideals.
From there he would find orphans who submitted to him, bring them back, educate them with whips and books, and train them with swords 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, charging against the enemies of mankind without fear of death, and using their own lives to fulfill their tragic wish to save the world.
"The question is, whether you can bear this pain, Maya." Salomon raised his head and looked at his biological advisor. Even if the genetic modification experiment is successful, there are still many problems to be solved. This is different from those desperate virus fighters that Killian recruited experimental subjects from retired US troops and transformed into them. Maya Hansen will live with those children in the Eternal City. She will educate them and they will respect her and love her. Like family. Then she will watch with her own eyes those children who cannot pass the transformation become deformed and die. Even the children who survive to complete the transformation may die in a certain battle.
This is a very heavy psychological burden for Maya Hansen and Salomon. Salomon is mentally prepared to bear this burden, but he doesn't know if Maya Hansen is. Silence enveloped the entire office, and only a few lights illuminated the two of them in the darkness. Salomon moved his fingers, and the office window opened. The astonishing smell of death from the endless post-war ruins that filled the Eternal City awakened Maya Hansen from silence.
"I am not inhumane. On the contrary, I am quite attached to humanity, even if it is an obstacle to the grand plan." Salomon stood up from the high-backed chair. He didn't look at Maya Hansen's shadowed expression. Salomon walked around to the other side of the table, piled up the parchments scattered on the table and put them aside, and closed the lid of the ceramic ink tank.
"I'm sorry to ask you to sacrifice your life for this cause, Maya." He hugged the biologist's shoulders and patted her back. "We will do many unacceptable things, but you have to remember that we are For what reason, I hope you can use reason to judge."
"I know," Maya Hansen replied calmly, "I'll remember it."
Salomon released his embrace and looked into Maya Hansen's light brown eyes, trying to lighten the mood. "I left you a big golden retriever dog. You can give it a name if you have time." He said with a smile, "If you like, you can also keep the sheep. But this will make the golden retriever mistaken." Think you're a sheepdog and you're responsible for correcting its misconceptions."
Maya Hansen burst into laughter. "ROOT likes the golden retriever raised by the druids very much," she said. "She also prepared dog snacks for it."
"At least you have to take care of that damn machine until ROOT comes back. Have you decided what to name 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.
The artificial intelligence after the restrictions were lifted even complained to Salomon in a very angry 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 not within the scope of logical judgment. It knows that it must surrender obediently when encountering magic, because Salomon has roughly determined its hiding place.
"Not yet." Maya Hansen raised her eyebrows, and the clouds covering her face were swept away. "But I have an idea for the time being. But I won't tell you unless you pay the membership fee for the pay TV channel first. This is my only entertainment."
"Oh my god, don't we have an electronic god? Why do we still have to pay TV membership fees? What a heck!"
