[New York had the New York Metropolis, the Chrysler Building, and beauties from Sex and the City. Now—it was also a zombie paradise!
If you could survive here, you could survive anywhere—but first, don't get eaten.]
A lively voice echoed through the laboratory, making Peter feel a little awkward—
Because that was his voice!
It looked like his counterpart on the other side was filming some kind of promotional video...
Peter said awkwardly, "Ahem... how about we receive the information in text mode? The signal should be better in theory."
Of course, the person on the communication channel couldn't be him—or rather, not him from this universe.
"Looks like the kid's recording... uh, a survival video?" Tony joked. "Optimistic. I like it."
"Mm... I think that's a good suggestion. Switch to text messages," Harry instructed.
With the current signal strength, transmitting video information was extremely difficult. Sending text first was perfectly normal.
As it turned out, the information they received changed after the switch as well.
[Pizza time!]
[My favorite pizza place is gone, but the pizza machine is still there. From now on, I can eat pizza without paying—NYPD isn't going to arrest me, are they? Spider-Man stealing pizza!]
[Image]
There was even a photo attached below the message, probably a pizza-eating selfie. Unfortunately, it couldn't be displayed due to transmission limitations.
Peter in the laboratory looked utterly embarrassed. He covered his face with both hands, thinking that it was a good thing they could only transmit text right now.
Did he really look that stupid to outsiders?!
Still, it looked like that world had already fallen completely into chaos. Otherwise, no matter how silly he was, he shouldn't have posted a photo of himself stealing pizza on social media...
"Ahem," Harry coughed. "Start negotiating with him."
Harry thought