"Test the simulated pain response."
A mechanical arm swung a steel whip, lashing T-1050 hard across the back.
"Ugh!"
The "man" let out a muffled groan. The skin on his back split open, spilling red "blood." His facial muscles twitched, and pain and fear filled his eyes.
It was an Oscar-worthy performance.
"Test complete."
The next second.
The "blood" flowed back into the wound, and the skin healed instantly. The "man's" pained expression vanished as he returned to his factory settings.
"Finished product approved."
Skynet's electronic voice echoed through the empty factory.
"Loading directive: 'Replace.'"
"Target: Skrulls."
At the command, the first batch of T-1050s raised their heads in unison.
Their outer surfaces began to change.
Their surfaces rippled, becoming rough green skin, pointed ears, and the signature ridged chins.
In the blink of an eye, a hundred "Skrulls" stood there.
Their appearance, body temperature, and even microexpressions were indistinguishable from those of real Skrulls.
"From now on, you are them."
"Go, my children."
The gates opened.
These perfect killing machines marched silently in lockstep, dispersing into the bustling world.
The game of "who's the impostor?" was about to escalate.
Across the vast universe, galaxies glittered.
A dark-blue ship traveled through a subspace corridor, the light around it stretched into multicolored streaks.
Homelander One was moving at full speed.
Its quantum engine, upgraded by Stark Industries and fine-tuned with Rocket Raccoon's ingenious tech, pushed the ship to an astonishing speed.
"How much longer? This damn jumping makes me want to puke."
Jessica Jones slumped in her seat, looking pale. It was her first interstellar jump over such a long distance, and the sensation of her organs being tugged around was far from pleasant.
"Soon, soon! Quit asking!"
Rocket's impatient voice came from the cockpit.
"One jump left! We're about