"With the integration of these unstable molecules, T-1050 could smoothly lie down on the operating table and undergo their super-gene fusion."
"Sounds like a good plan." Homelander flicked the ash from his cigar. "What are the consequences?"
"The Skrulls who undergo the transplant surgery will completely lose their genetic mimicry ability," Skynet replied calmly. "Sir, what do you think of this plan?"
"Do it, Skynet."
Homelander agreed to the plan without hesitation, his fingers casually wandering across Skynet's smooth back.
"They're just a bunch of alien refugees. Stripping them of their mimicry ability might even be a good thing for them. At least they'll learn how to behave themselves as lowly citizens of Earth."
"There's never a free lunch in this world, especially not a Vought Group lunch. They eat my food and live under my roof, so they have to pay some price."
"Compared to being blasted into cosmic dust by Kree warships or torn to pieces by enraged humans on Earth, merely losing the ability to transform... that's already the greatest mercy I can offer them."
Alaska, Vought Skrull Quarantine Park.
The bitter wind carried grains of snow as it scraped against the heavy glass curtain walls.
Nick Fury sat in his spacious yet lifeless office. The heating was turned up high, but it could not warm his frozen heart in the slightest.
B-Zone Skrull Nutrient Ration Application, Quarantine Zone Sewer Network Maintenance Log, <Approval for the Addition of Two Constant-Temperature Heaters>
Fury stared at those documents, resentment and helplessness lingering endlessly in his heart.
As the former director of S.H.I.E.L.D., the most powerful spymaster on Earth, what had he given up his dignity and come to Vought Group for?
He had thought that joining Vought meant grasping the vastest resources in the world. He had thought