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"Oh, damn! What's wrong with me?"
Simmons, his brain physically rebooted, rubbed his head and stood up. He felt a powerful force rushing into his brain, or rather, his thoughts, just before he lost consciousness, causing cognitive confusion. He then passed out directly under the protective mechanism of his post-traumatic body.
"It seems you are awake." A pleasant female voice sounded beside him. Simmons and Sam, who got up from the ground almost at the same time as him, turned their heads and looked towards the source of the voice.
The one who spoke was the burgundy-colored woman who had remained silent the entire time. Her expression remained cold, almost callous. She looked at them with neither kindness nor affection, but rather a condescending, uncomfortable arrogance. But surprisingly, she didn't attack them again.
"What happened? Aren't we fighting you? Yes, why are we fighting you? Because you want to snatch the Supreme Wisdom from us, so we must strike first."
Simmons asked and answered himself in a daze, feeling his brain wasn't working properly. He had a vague feeling that something was wrong with his mental state, that he had been too impulsive and reckless. This impulsiveness and recklessness had seemed normal under the circumstances and the emotional mask, but at this moment, he couldn't help but feel that something was amiss. ♡♢ ♦♦
This strange feeling is hard to explain, and even has no reason, because all decisions and actions seem to have their own self-consistent logic.
"You have been brainwashed by the Supreme Intelligence. Including them." The voice of the woman with burgundy hair was a little ethereal, which made Simmons and the others follow her gaze and see Optimus Prime and the others on the other side who seemed to be in a deep sleep.
"What happened to them?"
The speaker was Sam. Although they had not known each other for long, this did not prevent him from having a good impression of these novel alien companions.
"We just packaged their consciousness programs and uploaded them to the data battlefield with the Supreme Intelligence to help." The woman said lightly.
"You said we were controlled by the Supreme Intelligence? That's absurd. How could a supercomputer program brainwash us? My memory is fine." Simmons glanced at himself. All the equipment he had been armed to the teeth by the Supreme Intelligence had disappeared. Not even his small pistol was saved.
"Are you sure? Generally speaking, after waking up from a brainwashing state, there will be some strange feelings. If you don't notice it, it only means that you are mentally insensitive and a good-for-nothing reckless man." The woman's tone was neither hurried nor slow. With the help of the mechanical clan and advance preparations, she was now able to completely suppress and gradually freeze the operation of the Supreme Intelligence, and even force it to go into dormancy again, or even completely shut down.
After all, although the Supreme Intelligence has certain authority in this space, the authority of the Mechanical Clan is higher.
"If you consider your brain and the machine's brain as a single system program, they are simply incompatible. But is this incompatibility unbreakable? The answer is no.
This technology has long been developed to a considerable degree in our empire. This includes some people who have had portions of their biological brains removed and replaced with mechanical ones. All that's needed is an interface and a decoding program. The Supreme Intelligence's encryption is fascinating, but I'm good at breaking it."
Listening to the woman's calm, chilling words, Simmons once again felt a sense of wonder. If it weren't for his memories and the various details within them, which assured him that his trip was a genuine accident, he would have suspected he was having a nightmare. Of course, after hearing the woman's words, while he still harbored doubts, he also felt a bit hesitant to believe his memories had been tampered with.
He knew about brainwashing. After all, as a secret service agent, he knew some departments had complete brainwashing procedures and experience, including drug control and mental brainwashing. However, the departments he remembered were incapable of modifying and changing the procedures he had told the woman. Even if they knew about the techniques, they would be like hyenas smelling the scent, swarming around and taking a few bites.
"Why are you telling us all this? You don't have to." Simmons felt something was amiss. He felt the cold woman across from him shouldn't have spoken to them, or even offered to help them break free from their brainwashing control. Simmons felt that treating them as enemies, to be dealt with directly during combat, was more in line with the woman's style.
"There's nothing to hide. You've just been chosen," the woman replied bluntly. Seeing the confusion in Sam and Simmons' eyes, she added, "Look at your right arms. Focus on them."
Simmons and Sam raised their right arms in confusion, and as the woman instructed, they looked at them intently. Just as they were confused, they suddenly felt a burning pain on the back of their hands.
A golden, intimidating, eye-like pattern that naturally carries a certain inexplicable pressure. Under the focused gaze, it becomes conspicuous instead of being sparse.
"What is this?" Sam reached out and rubbed it in shock, but the eye pattern, like a tattoo, didn't fade at all. But strangely, when he wasn't focusing on it, the pattern disappeared from his skin like invisible ink.
"Mark," the woman said, "Since you don't know anything, I can explain it a little more. This mark is the mark of a dimensional behemoth. They are beings that can take life from a certain universe out of their own and into other universes. You can think of them as transportation between universes, such as buses, subways, and airplanes. But you can also think of it as a trading place where universes converge. Generally, they will only randomly select certain life forms from a universe when they are close to it and take away some resources.
You are clearly the ones temporarily favored by fate in this universe. Because of our arrival, the dimensional beast has chosen you and left a mark on you. Thank it, for this mark has become your temporary escape from death. And the answer I give you can also forgive some of your debts.
"Wait, you're saying you're not from outer space, but from beyond the universe? Now that we have this mark, we have the ability to travel beyond the universe?" Simmons, a secret service agent, quickly understood what the woman meant. "Also, what is a dimensional beast? A beast from beyond the universe?"
"I've explained enough for you. Our goal has been achieved! You'll understand everything once you're taken there." The woman returned to silence, her body radiating a multicolored, hazy light. Under the astonished gazes of Simmons and the other man, her body gradually faded.
"Wait a minute, at least send us back! Or tell us how to get out of this awful place!" Simmons stood up and tried to hold the woman back, but all he managed was empty air.