At the current level of Team K, they no longer need to miserably sift through the equipment and items available to them in the trade fair of the Star Castle.

With Mason, a master of manufacturing, the team has already achieved "self-sufficiency", and what equipment is really needed, directly do a demand analysis and then make a report, and it will soon be able to get the physical object, and it is likely to be better than what they bought from the "thrift market".

Therefore, at this fair, the identity of Team K shifted from item collectors to resource providers.

All kinds of items that Mason had practiced making in the past, as well as various products that the Mason Manufacturing Team had made outside of the production plan, were taken out and sold to their peers in the Stars Club at a fairly good price in exchange for a "meager" return.

But if you really think it's cutting flesh and blood, then you want to keep it simple.

As Damian once mocked Franklin's remark about a certain "truth", how dare you use whatever Mason Cooper gives you? Don't want to die?

But let's be honest, for buyers who are shy and desperate to be armed to stabilize their anxiety and anxiety, if they can ignore the countermeasures and listeners hidden in the weapons they just bought at a very low price, then these sold things can indeed be called "good quality and cheap".

Even if you can't accept that there are some terrible things hidden in the weapon you just bought, it's not a big problem, because with the current level of technology and craftsmanship of the Mason Manufacturing Team, the countermeasures they put in them will definitely not be found so easily by laymen.

Just like the monitors hidden in the product are all nano-parameter specifications.

If you can't find it, you don't have it, and if you can't see it, you don Living blindfolded has never been a kind of life wisdom. Since you know that you are a layman, don't think about so many haves and don'ts.

You see that the power armor given by Team K at a low price is easy to use, right?

It's easy to use.

Don't think about it, just in case one day when you stand on the opposite side of Team K, you are killed directly in the control cabin by a hidden command.

Being a human being is the most important thing.

In short, from the first day of the fair, the K team booth placed on the third floor of Qunxing Fort has become the hottest "Taobao place", with a new rotation every hour and uninterrupted supply 24 hours a day.

From personal defense firearms to well-made, enchanted cold weapons, to armed vehicles that integrate various black technologies, to various power armor and supporting firepower devices from light to heavy.

You can buy everything a member of the Stars Club could want, even high-level magic items.

If you're lucky, you can also find the "genuine military products" that were exchanged from the main force of the K team, for example, several Amazon girls were "lucky" to get a few sets of enchanted versions of the anti-superhuman armor from the second bucket at a very low price.

Of course, the price is that the "shame" they inflicted on the two barrels before has been doubled.

But that's not a bad thing, men and women are happy anyway.

Of course, the benefits brought by Mason Boss to the family members are not only available to official members, but at the same time as the internal booth of the Star Castle opened, the young K team led by Harley and Barbara also set up several booths on the hawker street outside the castle, to deepen the "charity" and welfare of the K team into the hearts of the ronin group and junior members.

This is called expanding the perception of the masses and tapping the sinking market, which is a very important part of the marketing strategy.

While everyone was busy, Mason certainly wasn't idle, he was no longer in the Star Castle but followed the afterlife team to a very special place.

Vault Dweller ship.

The flagship, once belonging to the cosmic conqueror Brainac, has been transformed into an intelligent ship that "dives" between planes.

There was not a single living person in sight, only various programmed machines busy.

Inside this ship is the host of the world of mythology, or rather, the ship itself with considerable technological power has been modified by the data life into the main server framework of cyberspace.

This is also thanks to Mason's previous activity in the S.H.I.E.L.D. world.

Now that this distinguished guest has arrived, Bartmoss, the god of data, has naturally given a rather super-standard reception.

He even took the initiative to download a part of his thread into a specially made bionic body, greeting guests in the material world in a vivid posture.

Not only him, but Ott Cunningham, the assistant of the god of data, Johnny Silverhand's official girlfriend and the big sister who developed the "Soul Slayer" program, also got herself a set of bionic bodies to participate in the conversation with Mason.

The two men were in the main control room of the Vault Dweller ship, and as soon as Mason walked in, he saw a smiling Buttermoss open his arms to him, but did not make further contact and hug, but said directly:

"There's a very special data signal in your bag that feels very similar to what I felt when I hacked into Perfect Ultron's mind module.

It seems that you also brought 'friends' this time. ”

"You're not wrong about that."

Mason shrugged his shoulders and pulled a silver-gray mechanical preservation pod from his bag, reaching out to invite Bart Moss and Ott to get a closer look at its presence.

The Super Demon, which had previously been so powerful in the World War, had once again entered a state of shutdown, and its golden mechanical shell was no longer covered by the various symbolic combinations left behind by copying superpowers.

This super robot is not quite the same as Perfect Ultron, it does not create a cumbersome and exaggerated shape for its shell, and has always maintained its "original appearance" when it was born.

This minimalist design with an industrial aesthetic is what Mason loves.

However, Super Amojo's refusal to communicate was a great headache for him, and this time he took the opportunity to visit the Vault Dweller, so he brought this guy over.

This is also to fulfill the agreement with the master, ask Data Life to help Yamozhuo "see a doctor" and see what is wrong with this unlucky guy?

He gave a brief account of the situation of Amozhuo to Bartmos and Ott, and at the end he said:

"Your member, Cyborg, has also tried to establish a data connection with Amozhuo, but he has failed several attempts, and even the Mother Box has not been able to wake up this guy's logic program.

I seriously doubt that this guy is broken? The brains may all have been burned out. ”

"There is no concept of 'damage' for a superrobot that has evolved itself to this level, Mason.

Machines like Almozo and Perfect Ultron have a high-refresh logic memory, enough to allow them to think in a way that is wiser and more efficient than humans.

Therefore, this must be some kind of data logic that Amozhuo presupposes when he encounters some kind of change. ”

Buttermos pushed his black-rimmed glasses with great interest, he beckoned, and manipulated the mechanical seat in the main control compartment to levitate beside him, and after sitting on it, the data socket of the seat was directly connected to the brain, and the silver-gray mechanical tentacles like snakes were connected to several interfaces of the mechanical preservation cabin.

The god of data sat on the throne of the machine and said to Mason:

"I'll need to go inside Amozhuo's processor to see what it's like, it's going to take some time to crack its ever-updating firewall, which is as complex as a black wall.

Ott, receive Mr. Mason for me, and I'll be back short. ”

After saying that, this guy who advocates efficiency lay down on the mechanical chair and closed his eyes, and as the computing power of the data god was mobilized, the entire Vault Dweller spacecraft entered a low-energy operation mode.

"Buttermoss is happy."

Maintaining the android body, Lady Ott explained to Mason:

"He had thought that he had become too large to return to the material world, but with the Vault Dweller ship as a carrier, he could finally temporarily escape the false world of gods and return to matter.

Of course, in my opinion, this so-called 'real' is not too appealing.

Everywhere there were ruins and broken walls, and it was a desolate scene. ”

Mason didn't answer right away.

He looked at Ott's "human form", and had to say that Johnny Silverhand's stupid taste was indeed good, whether it was his gun or his girlfriend, it was one in a million.

However, unlike Buttermoss, who still maintains a fully realistic personality, Ms. Ott seems to have made some deletions to her "human program", resulting in her still showing a cold and rational posture in the material world.

Like a robot.

Mason doesn't speak, she doesn't speak, and although the god of data asks her to take care of Mason, she doesn't really seem to have much to share with Mason.

This made the atmosphere in the main control room awkward.

"In addition to bringing Yamozhuo over to see a doctor this time, I also came to thank the Kamiko World for their support in the previous war."

Bartmoss was too busy to get down to business, so Mason had to find something to talk about to ease the awkward situation with the cold lady, so he spoke:

"And you've been helping Barbara learn all sorts of tricks in the data field, and while my older sister hasn't said much about it, I'm sure you've helped her a lot.

This is my personal gratitude. ”

Mason took out a wooden box and handed it to Ott.

The latter took it in his hand, opened it, looked at it, took out a charm from it, and said:

"Is this a magic item? It's amazing, it's hard to do accurate analysis with data, so I should probably set up an experiment to summarize it."

"No, what you should be doing now is putting this thing in your body."

Mason stepped forward and took out the Lifebinding Mouse Charm and slammed it against Lady Ultra's head, like a bad joke, but when the spell came into contact with the mechanical body, the cold lady suddenly screamed.

This special spell that gives life to all dead things makes her feel like a living person all of a sudden.

Temperature, sight, and touch no longer rely on sensor readings, but more realistically touch the characteristics of the material world with a reanimated perception, just like "resurrection from the dead" in another sense.

But the problem is that Ms. Ott had already completed consciousness uploading decades ago.

She had long since adapted to being a data being, and now that she was so active that she was almost forgotten, she couldn't adapt to it all at once.

His eyes rolled and thumped as if his brain was down, and he fell straight to the ground.

This scared Mason out of the way.

Fearing that his good intentions would kill him, he hurriedly stepped forward and took out wrenches, pliers and screwdrivers to prepare for first aid.

But to be honest, it really doesn't make sense not to sentence him to life imprisonment for this Jianghu Langzhong who is carrying an engineering wrench and intends to open someone's skull.

Well, remember to bring your engineering wrench with you when you go to court.

"Are you alright?"

A few minutes later, after Mason reconnected several wires from Ms. Ott's back, the unconscious Ott reopened her eyes, and she stared blankly at Mason in front of her, her pupils losing focus.

It took several calls before she reacted, sat up cross-legged with her hands on her chest, looked at Mason with a wary gaze, and screamed:

"You sorcerer who deserves to be burned at the stake! What have you done to me? Why did I become like this all of a sudden! Did you inject me with some nasty data virus? ”

"Very well, the emotions of normal people have also returned, don't worry, Miss Ott, this operation was very successful, and your boring data life is over."

Mason took off his medical gloves stained with mechanical lubricant as he gathered his tools, and he squeezed his eyes at Ultra, who looked very emotional, and said:

"I've put the Rat Charm into your body, and as long as this bionic body is not destroyed, you can always remain in this 'living' state.

I know your story and you know how you struggled with Johnny Silverhand's stupid past, do you want to stop giving you a rat charm to bring Johnny back to life, and then you can continue your relationship or something? ”

"Is this all a change from that strange spell?"

Ott calmed down.

She touched her mechanical heart, which wasn't beating, and looked down at the moving ten fingers, the feeling of being almost forgotten was so new at the moment.

After a few seconds of silence, she looked up at Mason and said:

"But why would you want to do that? A prop that can give a data life like me 'human consciousness' must be precious. ”

"I said it, it's out of my personal gratitude, thank you for taking care of my sister for me."

Mason pushed the frame on the bridge of his nose and said:

"And the sane consciousness data in the world of gods and goddesses are trying to escape from that data cage, and as a 'warden', you occasionally have to come out to breathe.

Don't care, I'm actually just brushing up on favorability.

We're partners now, and it never hurts to have one more friend.

So, do you want to get a rat charm for Johnny Silverhand?

I don't like that idiot.

But for your sake, I can make another one on the spot. ”

"That's it."

Otter Cunningham was a little embarrassed to regain his sensual thoughts, but after hesitating for a few seconds, he begged Mason to prepare the same "gift" for her unconscious dead ghost boyfriend.

"I need to remind you that the rat charm only works on the bionic body, and once your data mind leaves this vehicle and returns to the data world, you will still be transformed back into the sane and indifferent data AI."

Mason reminded as he took out the carving knife and the keel he had just taken from the Stars Society's treasury and began making spells on the spot:

"So don't worry about this vivid perception affecting your logical judgment, I mean just think of it as a little pastime under pressure.

Honestly, I'd love to see the band put on a legendary concert at Osborne. ”

He made a joke, and it wasn't that funny.

But Ott laughed heartily, as if he wanted to release all the negative emotions he had accumulated over the past few decades.

In the time that followed, she and Mason shared many stories of her own lives.

Those memories weren't really forgotten, just sane enough to suppress them as data beings.

The two sat cross-legged on the floor of the Vault Dweller's main control room and chatted happily, making new friends that put Mason in a good mood, and half an hour later, Bartmoss's depth inspection of Amodra was finally completed.

As the silver data cable was disconnected, and the mechanical seat returned to the posture of the throne, Bartmoss's bionic body opened its eyes, he showed rare exhaustion, and rubbed his eyebrows and said to Mason:

"This guy is very sick."

"Huh? How so? ”

Mason pushed the frame and asked.

The god of data organized the language for a moment and said:

"The good news is that the logic circuits and internal modules of the sub-Morjo are healthy and have not been compromised in any way. The bad news is that it's not downtime.

It's much worse than that, this guy is unconscious.

Amozo's data consciousness is not in its body, it is like a hollowed-out shell, and according to the data beacons I found, it is now trapped in a very special space. ”

Speaking of which, Bartmoss glanced at Mason and said:

"So, how much do you know about the 'Metal Spirit', one of the root forces of your world?"

(End of chapter)