章節 64: CHAPTER 63
Raven was a force to be reckoned with, and her telekinetic abilities were nothing to underestimate. I felt her power radiating from her as she focused on me. The tension in the air was palpable, and I could feel my nerves on edge.
Despite the danger, I found myself drawn to Raven and her powers. There was a seductive allure to the darkness she represented, a whisper of something forbidden and irresistible. I knew I should stay away, but I couldn't resist the pull of her mysterious presence.
As the seconds ticked by, I braced myself for whatever Raven had in store. Would she try to invade my mind forcefully, or would she break through and uncover my true reason for being there that night? The uncertainty of it all left me on edge, but I couldn't help feeling captivated by the thrill of the unknown.
As I got closer, she placed her hand on my forehead and closed her eyes as if she was searching for something. The feeling was strange, like a part of my mind was being examined.
Raven was a master of telekinesis, and her power was evident in the intensity of her gaze. I felt a chill run down my spine as she focused on me, and I could sense her probing for weaknesses. It was both terrifying and exhilarating, like staring into the abyss and daring it to stare back.
After a few moments, she withdrew her hand and looked at me with a perplexed expression on her face.
"I can't read your mind," she said. "It's as if there's a barrier that's preventing me from accessing your thoughts and emotions. Who… are you?"
I was so relieved when I realized that my mental fortitude was strong enough to resist Raven's powers. But I also knew that I had to be careful with my words and not give myself away.
"I already told you, I'm just a passerby," I replied calmly. "I have nothing to do with the intruder situation at Palmer Tech. I was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time, and this disguise was so I could pull a prank on a friend this evening." I replied, my tone calm and steady. "I was done with that and I was heading home, but not before I told him it was all a prank I orchestrated."
I gave her a nonchalant smile, hoping it would be enough to convince her. However, Raven's gaze intensified as she studied me. I could feel her probing my thoughts, trying to find any hint of deceit.
After what felt like an eternity, Raven finally released me from her telekinetic hold and dropped me on the floor. "Fine," she said, her voice cold and detached. "But don't think for a moment that I believe you. You're hiding something."
I took a second to look at her intently as I gave a mild smirk. I don't know what it was but I was drawn to Raven. Although I did not want to accept it, she intrigued me for some reason.
"One thing is clear, and that is that you have powers. Are you psychic?" She asked with a slight hint of curiosity in her tone.
While you stand here asking irrelevant questions, might I remind you that there was an intruder whom you seem to be tracking. And why are they so important that you are willing to force your way into my mind just to confirm if it was me? I ended her interrogation with a question of mine.
"I'm not obliged to answer you, so goodbye," she said sharply before suddenly turning around and soared off into the night sky. As I watched her silhouette grow smaller and smaller, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to the evasion than just another break-in at the company's lab.
I waited a moment before turning to leave, just to be certain she was gone so she didn't follow me back to my motel for some reason. The moment I lost sight of her in the distance, I turned around and disposed of the disguise as I changed into another outfit and headed straight for the motel.
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[Rachel Roth POV]
The city was reeling from a string of high-tech robberies that had left even the most advanced companies and laboratories stumped. The thief, whoever they were, had been snatching up prototypes left and right, leaving no trace behind. But tonight, the alarm had gone off at Palmer Technologies, and NightWing and I were on the case.
We made our way into the company, our senses on high alert. As NightWing went ahead to secure a potential escape route, I focused my mind on conducting a psionic scan of the area. My powers allowed me to detect any heightened emotions from anyone around us - fear, anxiety, relief - anything that could give us a clue as to who the thief might be.
With pure curiosity I rushed down to the alley. I sensed the strange presence and I saw a man who seemed like he was about to put something into the dumpster nearby. From a distance above the ground, I used my telekinesis to remove his cap and to my surprise he wore a wig and was just disguised as a janitor.
The boy had white hair, which was rare and it could be that he had dyed his hair white.
As I began to interrogate him, I kept a watchful eye on his every move. He had an air of unpredictability, and it was evident that he was up to something unusual. His responses were vague, and it was difficult to discern whether he was being truthful or not. I sensed that he was holding something back, that he was either lying or not revealing the whole truth. I could see that he was also wary of me, putting up a facade that he was calm and collected.
As I confronted him with the accusation of lying, he quickly jumped to his own defense. It was clear that he was not going to back down without a fight. Despite my attempts to read his thoughts and intentions, I hit a wall. His mental defense was impenetrable, leaving me with a feeling of frustration.
In a moment of desperation, I reached out and pulled him into the air. To my surprise, he did not resist, but instead seemed to be weighing his options. For a moment, I thought he might try to retaliate, but then he relaxed, almost as if he had come to some kind of realization.
I made attempts to probe deeper into his mind, I placed my hand on his head and closed my eyes. But before I could make any progress, I was swiftly kicked out and unable to break through his mental defense. Frustration boiled inside me as I tried to make sense of his seemingly impenetrable mind.
However, something even more disturbing caught my attention. As I tried accessing his mind directly, I caught a glimpse of something that sent shivers down my spine. His soul seemed foreign and unfamiliar, as if it didn't belong to this world. The realization left me reeling, struggling to come to terms with the little I found.
I wondered what kind of being I was dealing with. Was he some kind of otherworldly creature that had made its way into our world? Or was there something else going on that I couldn't even begin to comprehend?
Putting that thought aside, I noticed the telltale signs of a latent power lurking just beneath the surface. It was a raw, untamed force that seemed to emanate from his very being, gradually seeping out into the world around him.
He wasn't possessed or anything, but I couldn't give an explanation for what I saw and felt at that moment. I was forced to ask him who he was out of genuine curiosity, yet he shrugged it off and gave another absurd lie as his response.
I received a message from NightWing through my comms, saying he was chasing a trail he was sure belonged to the thief we were chasing. I had to cut my interrogation short and headed straight in NightWing's direction.
I'd have liked to get to know who that strange fellow really was and what his intentions for coming to this world might be. Despite not knowing the extent of his abilities, I couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease. If he were to master those powers, he might be an unstoppable force to be reckoned with. And by any chance if he choses to walk a dark path and use his powers for evil, it'll be very problematic.
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章節 65: CHAPTER 64
[Tom Hendricks POV]
After my successful theft and awkward encounter with Raven, I was finally back home and was putting the finishing touch on my program. The software I "borrowed" from Palmer Technologies made the process a whole lot easier. I used the term borrowed because I only made a copy of my own and did not make an attempt to delete all traces of the file from their server. I have to admit, it was just too tempting to pass up. What? I'm not some heartless dude who derived pleasure from kicking people into the cold corners of depression as I erased their life's work.
After some tweaking and coding I was finally done with the AI, in short my personal butler. While it functioned as a customer service website, it's now able to compute human emotions and updates itself according to the amount of knowledge and information that's passed through the internet. There was no longer a need for me to answer questions that were too complex for it to answer itself because of the lack of human understanding it lacked. Honestly I just hope I didn't mistakenly just created Ultron in the DC verse.
I ran a few tests on it so I could confirm the limits of its knowledge, but there was no limit. I gave it a female voice but with a British accent, just for the fun of it and for my personal liking to the accents of the Brits.
I also installed a security program and a few speakers in my place, in case there was an intruder it'll alert me immediately. My AI was in charge of the security and if there was a breaking, it'll alert me no matter where I was in the house and only to me.
There was no need announcing an intruder alert and informing the intruder that we know about your presence, no that's dumb as fuck if you asked me. I'd rather get informed then take my intruder by surprise["surprise motherfucker"], almost as if I was waiting for them, then make them pay painfully for their insolence.
I couldn't shake off the feeling that my home was vulnerable to burglars, and I wasn't going to take any chances. So, I took matters into my own hands and installed flat metal rods through the walls, connecting them to my windows, doorknob, and even a metal-plated foot mat at the front of my door. This shit was gonna be Home Alone all over again, if there were just normal burglars and I was in the mood to have some fun.
I faced a dilemma: how would I manage to keep my AI program with me at all times? I couldn't rely on my phone, and wearing a headpiece all the time was impractical. My options were limited to a smartwatch or a pair of smart glasses, complete with built-in speakers and visual displays - just like Iron Man. Fuck it, why not go for both.
What I loved about this world was their level of technological advancement. With the incredible brain I was blessed with after my transmigration, nothing was beyond my reach. The possibilities were endless, it was as if I had been given a blank canvas and an infinite palette of colors to work with.
I turned to the only place where anything could be found for sale: the dark web. With a few clicks, I found vendors selling the exact parts I needed for my latest gadgets. It was exhilarating to know that, with just a bit of sleuthing, I could access a whole new world of technology. After placing my order and paying for the parts, I turned my attention to programming and mapping out how I wanted my new system to work. It was a labor of love, tinkering with every aspect until I had created the perfect setup.
As I awaited the delivery of the parts, I felt a sense of anticipation, knowing that soon I would be able to bring my creation to life. The dark web may have been a risky place to search, but the rewards were worth it for someone like me who would do whatever was needed so I could get what I wanted.
The next day, my eagerly awaited package arrived, and I dived straight into building both the smartwatch and smart glasses. It was a complex task, and I worked tirelessly for a week to ensure that everything was perfect. The smartwatch was designed as a support system for my AI program, which was the main installation. Meanwhile, the glasses appeared as a discreet earbud that I could wear on my left ear. The device had two sets of buttons - one in the middle and another at the bottom.
The button in the middle was designed for answering calls with a single click, while a double click allowed me to communicate with my AI assistant. As for the button at the bottom, if held for more than five seconds, it would transform the earbud into a comfortable pair of glasses that would sit snugly on my face.
The glasses were already a technological masterpiece, capable of functions like clear and sunglasses, binoculars, night vision, heat vision, and x-ray. It could even detect things on different light spectrums, giving me a whole new level of vision. Damn it was the whole package, at first I thought I was getting carried away but this was too juicy to not go all out.
Despite the impressive features of the glasses, I knew there was still room for more. However, I decided to focus on perfecting what I had created so far before adding more features. As for the watch, it was equally impressive, boasting features like a laser, a short-range EMP that affected my surroundings but not my personal gadgets, and the ability to hack into nearby devices and copy data on my command.
I guess I've finally taken a step into the tech world. I could make more of these and sell them for high profits but I don't like sharing my toys. It's mine and mine alone.
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A figure stood lurking in the dark as if pondering on something like his mind was occupied with thoughts as he plotted and schemed on how to go about his latest job. The moon shone through the window, casting an eerie light that illuminated the room in an eerie, ghostly way. He took a step forward as the moonlight revealed his mask, and it was none other than the man who would definitely send chills down the spine of the likes of someone such as the Boogeyman himself.
Deathstroke stood in the shadows, his mask hiding his face as he read through the details of his new job. Certain people in high places were not happy with the new developments in Gotham, and they had hired him to take care of the problem - by assassinating the man known only as 'Ghost'.
As a highly skilled mercenary and assassin, Deathstroke was no stranger to this kind of work. But something about this job made him uneasy. He had heard rumors about Ghost - that he was a shadowy figure, almost impossible to track down. And if the people at the top were willing to pay this much to have him eliminated, then he must be a real threat to their operations.
Gotham City was infamous for its crime families and top bosses who always found themselves in legal trouble. But they had a secret weapon - a group of individuals who could make evidence disappear and help them evade jail time, the men at the top. These shadowy figures had long enjoyed a steady flow of income from their criminal clientele. However, lately, the cash flow had begun to dry up at an alarming rate.
They had their men investigate the cause of it and the result they got was that there was someone else who was helping those people to escape the watchful eye of the law while they carried out their operations, someone who made transportation of illegal goods seem like a cake walk, he made stealing from the most secure buildings seem like child's play, he cooked up plans and schemes that made crime seem like checkers to him while others had been playing chess.
The situation prompted them to turn to Deathstroke, a highly skilled mercenary who they believed was the perfect candidate to handle the task of locating and eliminating the troublesome individual.
"Locating this individual will undoubtedly be a challenging task, but the effort will be worthwhile," Deathstroke remarked, his hand stroking his chin as he gazed into the empty darkness with his one good eye. "Given that he leaves no traceable trail, the only way to begin is by offering him a job. If he accepts, I can use that as a starting point to track down his whereabouts."
He knew it wouldn't be easy to meet with him face to face. Ghost was a mysterious figure who tried to play God as he used pawns for his bidding, elusive and reclusive, and even Mr. Falcone couldn't coax him out of hiding. But Deathstroke had an idea. He needed to set a trap so irresistible, so cunning, that Ghost would have no choice but to show himself. And once he did, he would be at his Mercy.
"This was it - a chance to finally uncover the identity of the elusive man who had managed to evade all those who had attempted to track him down," Deathstroke muttered in a serious tone as he removed his mask, revealing his white hair and eye patch while maintaining a focused glare on his face as he continued. "It was a high-stakes game, and the outcome was uncertain, but I had a plan and was prepared to see it through. In this line of work, risks were a necessary component of success, and I was willing to take the necessary chances to achieve my goal."
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