Finding a place for New Krypton was a difficult problem.
The exquisite precision of its construction put even Skynet, renowned for precision, to shame. Studying the Inspiration Realm while preserving the lives of those thirty thousand innocent Kryptonians was like trying to poke a mosquito inside a soap bubble with a fine needle-except that, with their current technology, the hand holding that needle might as well have belonged to someone with Parkinson's.
Skynet and Brad's duplicate carefully built an observation laboratory on New Krypton, but they had no idea what to do next. They feared that the slightest careless movement would tear the Inspiration Realm apart or drive it away.
"This feels too strange. I think we have to find whoever built this technological platform before we can figure out how to take our research any further."
After building dozens of experimental models, only to quietly discard each one after running simulations, Skynet's face had turned deathly pale from the repeated failures. It felt as though Skynet's own programming had been trapped inside a local network with no way to break out.
"But we don't have much time. Sooner or later, the other Kryptonians in this universe will discover that something has happened to New Krypton."
Brad's duplicate sat before the computer, biting his lip and staring blankly. After a long hesitation, he began building another contact simulation model with trembling hands, only to reject his own idea ten minutes later.
"I've never seen such a hopeless experiment. There's no sign of a breakthrough whatsoever. Every possibility gets rejected. The further we go, the more it feels like nothing but wishful thinking."
"The problem isn't even how to save those thirty thousand Kryptonians anymore. Even if we disregarded their lives entirely, we still couldn't touch the Inspiration Realm through technological