"Quick! Adjust the imaging device! Focus on his brain! What? No brain? I don't care! I want to see his secrets!"
"Increase the energy output of artificial stars Nine through Fifteen by seventy percent!"
"Let's see what secrets this big fellow is going to show us!"
The Shi'ar scientists were beside themselves with excitement. The elderly scientist at their head was still flipping through Mentor's notes, making occasional adjustments to the design.
Nanobots continuously manipulated Galactus's body, using physical means to forcibly compel him to recall his origins.
"No! Planet Devourer only wants to feed! No, Planet Devourer doesn't want to remember!" The more fiercely he resisted, the more excited the Shi'ar scientists became. They poured nanobots into his body as if they cost nothing.
The old king and Vulcan both felt a pang of heartache. One or two nanobots were indeed worthless, but there were simply too many of them. With the money spent making these machines, they could have built several more colossal Cosmic Warships.
But seeing how worked up the scientists were, they could not object.
Through their no-expense-spared investment, the Shi'ar scientists discovered that they were gradually gaining control over Planet Devourer's body. To engineering, the human body was merely a sophisticated machine. Galactus's frame was somewhat larger, but still within the bounds of comprehension. They turned the power of several terminal controllers to maximum and forcibly made Galactus recall the scene of his birth.
At first, there was no response. But gradually, intermittent sounds began appearing on the signal receiver.
After sorting, inputting, and analyzing them, and as their control over Galactus deepened, they roughly deciphered the meaning of those sounds.
"This passage mentions a term. It seems to refer to the ultimate answer?"
"Director, please look at this sentence. It mentions a place beyond