First things first—he ordered a search of the outpost where they were currently located.
The place was like a small villa bolted to the ceiling of an underground cavern, roughly a seven-bedroom, three-living-room, two-bathroom layout.
Quite a few rooms showed signs of having been inhabited by living creatures, and the bathrooms further proved it. Yet for some unknown reason, the only things left in the facility now were those robotic guards.
The creatures had not left in a hurry. Many things were neatly arranged. Perhaps, compared to that enormous Underground City, this place was considered a bitterly cold wasteland, making guard duty here an unpleasant assignment?
"Hey, Slade, I found something."
The gorilla approached with a magnifying glass in one hand and something resembling an old game cartridge in the other.
He was a detective highly skilled at finding clues. His small size often allowed him to squeeze into places humans could not reach, and his thinking was clear as well. He knew to first look for things like maps or guides to unfamiliar environments.
There were many fingerprints on the cartridge's casing, and it was not very clean. It had clearly been used often, so he felt it was worth investigating.
"What is this? A 256-in-1 Tank Battle?" Deathstroke took the brown, cartridge-like object and weighed it in his hand, finding that it was almost identical to what he remembered.
It even had some weight to it. Maybe it was a several-thousand-in-one?
"Even if it is a Famicom game, it is still a medium for storing information. In any case, it looks portable and durable. Intelligent beings tend to seek out such media for preserving their knowledge."
Bobo, old enough to have played the Famicom, pointed at the port and explained:
"I searched the rooms for quite a while,