Tim, who had been helping out in the lab, saw Pamela, who had been scrolling through short videos on her phone, suddenly spring up like a carp flipping itself upright. With a howl, she darted straight for the experimental equipment.
"What? What happened?" Tim had been feeling a little sleepy, but she startled him so badly his hair practically stood on end. He stared at Pamela and said, "What's wrong with you? Did someone break in?!"
Pamela merely wore a disdainful expression. "You wouldn't understand. Hurry up and get me the research report for the second phase of the plant enlargement test. I need to finish the genetic testing tonight..."
"What exactly happened to you?" Tim looked at her in astonishment.
"Fine, go draw your pictures." Pamela waved him off.
Tim narrowed his eyes. He knew something had happened that he wasn't aware of. He gave Pamela a Batman-like look of disapproval and showed no intention of leaving the laboratory.
"Fine, fine." Pamela fetched the report as she said, "Brainiac sent me a plan for counterattacking Apokolips. My plants will play a very important role in it. And in the subsequent Apokolips development plan, both the idea of using Apocalypse's Domain's special radiation to study mutated plants and applying Darkseid's Parademon conversion technology to plant mutation are genius concepts. If he'd said this earlier, I might already have attacked Apokolips..."
Tim opened his mouth. In truth, he hadn't understood a word of the part about the mutated plant technology Pamela was talking about. But he understood one thing. "So you don't plan on slacking off anymore?"
Pamela rolled her eyes. "What do you mean, slacking off? I was strategically adjusting my rest schedule. But after thinking it over, people still need to strive. They need to realize their own value.