The Symbiotes fed memories to their host piece by piece. Massive, chaotic fragments had to be analyzed, and probably only Deathstroke's brain could coordinate with the Symbiotes in this way.
Little Black Beans poked its sprout out and spread its hands. "Can other Symbiote hosts do this?"
"Don't mess around. We're eating alien brains here. Be serious."
Deathstroke patted the sprout's head and pressed it back down.
A dozen seconds later, the information gathering was complete. Tendrils withdrew from the alien's ears, shaking off traces of blood and brain matter before retracting into their host's body.
Just one day ago, this had been a fairly prosperous civilization. The race living here, known as the Kwee Kwee, was a mild-mannered trading civilization famous throughout nearby star systems for its advanced feces-processing technology.
They looked like grasshoppers and likewise survived by eating grass. Their recycling technology could process feces into usable "plant-fiber pellets." With only water and minerals as food additives, they could achieve an almost infinite cycle.
Thanks to their abundant food supply, this planet had supported a massive population, and its people had lived quite well.
But that was all in the past. Of the tens of billions of Kwee Kwee, probably only the few in front of Deathstroke still had intact corpses.
The fact that they had been able to hide in an underground shelter at the end of the world showed that they were no ordinary people, yet they had still died, and the cause was unknown.
Fortunately, their valuable intelligence remained. The equipment here had once been connected to satellites in outer space, and these people had clearly died several minutes later than those outside. They had even held on long enough to witness Phoenix's departure.
From these brains, Su Ming had learned not only Phoenix's destination,