Bab 38: The Beginning of The Plot (Edited)
"As you wish!" Grete gracefully took Charles' arm, and they walked away as if attending a grand banquet.
Alex chuckled, observing Charles smitten with Grete. Understanding his friend's behavior, Alex couldn't help but tease, "Mr. Pervert, any thoughts about our dear Grete?"
"Clearly love can't be far behind," Alex quipped.
"Girls, trouble is on the horizon!" Alex turned to the three beautiful women, his demeanor becoming serious. "The CIA is in trouble, and it's related to mutants. Charles, with his peaceful ideals, is bound to get entangled in this mess."
"Mutants? Are there more mutants out there? I thought... there were just a few of us," Raven's eyes widened with a mix of surprise and excitement, eager for action. Over the years, their mutant team had remained a small, close-knit group.
"Exactly!" Alex sighed, rubbing his temple. "But you don't need Charles to get involved; you will be too. We may share the same kind, but not all mutants are friends. Just as there can be murder and war among humans, the same holds true for mutants."
"War? Fighting? That sounds fantastic!" Raven's eyes gleamed with excitement, revealing her warrior spirit.
Alex smiled helplessly, continuing to sip his drink. However, Emma spoke softly, "No matter what path you choose, I'll support you."
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Charles, taking a bottle of red wine from Alex's cabinet, poured a glass for Grete, and remarked, "You know, Alex may be a bit unreliable at times, but he has excellent taste in wine. This Bordeaux is worth trying. Give it a taste."
"Thank you," Grete replied, taking a sip of the wine. She then got straight to the point, asking, "Professor Xavier, what are your thoughts on genetic mutation?"
"Genetic mutation? Well, that's my area of expertise!" Charles began to speak with confidence, swirling his wine glass. "The emergence of Homo sapiens, from Neanderthals, was essentially a genetic mutation or, one could say, evolution. Neanderthals..."
"Charles, I've read your papers!" Grete interrupted.
Charles paused, then continued, "Certainly, genetic mutations exist even today! They're always present. Take you, Miss Grete, for instance; your amber eyes are the result of a genetic mutation."
Grete was momentarily taken aback and then shook her head with a hint of resignation. "Professor, can you keep a secret?"
"Absolutely," Charles nodded vigorously.
"So..." Grete reached into her bag and retrieved a stack of documents, handing them to Charles. "Professor, you should take a look at these. They include photographs!"
In the photograph, a man wielded a whirlwind in his hands, creating a mesmerizing spectacle.
Charles examined the image, his curiosity piqued. "The angle of this shot is quite impressive, achieving such an effect. The photographer certainly has skill."
Grete, however, corrected him, her expression solemn. "This isn't a photograph; this man can actually control the whirlwind."
Gretel, with her arms folded, chimed in. "That's precisely why I've come to you, Professor of Genetics Charles Xavier!"
Charles was taken aback, his astonishment evident. It seemed there were more individuals with extraordinary abilities in the world than he had ever imagined. It was a marvel to behold. The revelation hinted at a world far more intricate and mysterious than the one he had comprehended, stirring both excitement and intrigue within him.
As a telepath Charles exercised great restraint when it came to his own abilities, avoiding delving into others' memories unless absolutely necessary. However, Grete's revelation intrigued him deeply.
"Charles, I'm hoping to enlist your assistance," Grete proposed, extending an invitation for them to join forces in uncovering the truth.
"Absolutely! I'm in, and I'll also get Alex and the others involved!" Charles responded with genuine enthusiasm, ready to involve his companions in the quest.
"Alex and his companions?" Grete's expression soured. Frankly, she still harbored resentment toward the playboy. Moreover, representing the CIA in this endeavor, she believed it wasn't a place for playboys to frolic. Charles suggesting the inclusion of Alex and his trio of companions seemed almost like a jest to her.
(End of this intriguing chapter)
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Bab 39: Nature of Human (Edited)
Seeing Grete's incredulous expression, Charles couldn't help but let out a hearty chuckle. "You know," he began, "Alex may look like a playboy, but beneath that suave exterior, he's a professor of genetics and the youngest one at Oxford University. Not to mention his remarkable achievements in scientific research and development. Would you believe me if I told you he calculated the most crucial formula for producing neutron bombs?"
As Charles painted a vivid picture of Alex's intellectual prowess, Grete's eyes widened in astonishment. Who would've thought that the debonair playboy had such substantial accomplishments to his name?
Charles wasn't done yet. He continued, "And that's not all. Alex has delved into the realms of medicine, chemistry, geography, mathematics, history, and philosophy, excelling in each of these fields. His talent surpasses mine, I must admit."
Charles spoke with a solemn demeanor, clearly in awe of his friend. "Even Raven has been influenced by Alex and has become an expert in genetics. Jessica, whose parents are both PhDs, is a national gymnastics champion and an accomplished chemist. Emma, well, she's an expert in psychology. But that's not the most impressive part of this group."
He paused and then added, "Alex has been my friend for nearly two decades. Despite my deep affection for you, Grete, I can't help but hold him in the highest regard."
However, Grete couldn't help but be shocked at Charles's earnest description. "Professor, your words are quite a tough sell!"
Just then, Alex entered the room, impeccably dressed in a suit. He cast a nonchalant glance at Grete and said, "Miss, even though your world might be mysterious to me, don't underestimate my knowledge. Do you know the nature of human beings, Miss Grete?"
Perplexed, Grete asked, "What are you getting at?"
Alex's expression turned serious as he declared, "Repetition."
The three women who had followed Alex into the room couldn't contain their laughter as they witnessed Alex's playful teasing of the CIA agent.
Grete, clearly annoyed, implored, "Sir, please stop joking, will you?"
Alex maintained his seriousness and said, "I'm not joking, Grete. Remember how you learned language? When your father said 'dad,' you repeated. And when he pointed to an apple and said 'apple,' you echoed the word 'apple.' But there came a time when you started to mix things up. You'd see a pear and still say 'apple.' That's when he corrected you, saying, 'This is a pear, not an apple.'"
"You begin to recognize this distinction. Furthermore, in the context of contemporary physicalism, we reject supernatural forces, and a more radical approach is to reject both the 'connotation' and the mind. In this context, we only acknowledge that what is physically present is worth discussing."
"So, the essence of human beings is that of Repetition." Alex poured himself a glass of wine, swirled it gently in the glass, and spoke softly.
"Alright, these ideas that Alex is discussing may sound abstract, but there's a certain logic to them." Grete nodded thoughtfully, finding merit in what Alex was saying.
"Miss Grete, what are your thoughts?" Alex asked Grete with a light smile. The room buzzed with a mix of amusement and contemplation, as Alex effortlessly shifted the conversation from playful banter to a philosophical exploration of human nature.
"Charles is right; you are indeed a respectable scholar," Grete replied, acknowledging Alex's unique perspective.
Despite the somewhat perplexing nature of Alex's discourse, it held a certain power that Grete couldn't deny. The CIA, usually concerned with practical matters, found itself navigating philosophical waters—a departure from the norm.
Grete found herself pleasantly surprised by the unexpected depth within the group. Initially seeking Charles, a genetics expert, she discovered a wealth of expertise among Alex, Raven, Emma, and Jessica.
Subsequently, Charles, Alex, Raven, Emma, and Jessica followed Grete's agent onto the plane, setting foot on American soil.
"Charles, from this moment on, all five of you are consultants to the CIA."
Upon arriving at the CIA building and entering an office, Grete handed out documents to Alex and the others.
"Well, as for the salary…" Alex picked up his ID, glanced at it, then looked back at Grete with a playful smile.
"Alright, Alex, let's not put Miss Grete in an awkward position. I'm afraid the salary won't be enough to live lavishly for even a day," Charles chuckled.
Examining their IDs, Raven, Emma, and Jessica expressed dissatisfaction with the photographs.
"Can I have a word with the photographer? My photo looks terrible!" Raven quipped.
"I'd like a word with the photographer too!" Emma exclaimed, visibly displeased with her aged appearance in the photo.
Grete, sharing their sentiment, remarked, "That photographer's skills leave much to be desired. The photo he took of me makes me look twenty years older!"
"The photography is dreadful; they should consider replacing the photographer," Jessica suggested.
Observing the three women making a fuss about their photos, Alex sighed and addressed them, "Well, you all volunteered for this, so let's not make too much of it. I didn't force you to come."
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