Doctor Doom followed Deathstroke's instructions and began broadcasting an open telegram claiming to be from Optimus Prime.
Yes, electromagnetic wave communication was somewhat outdated and primitive in the quantum age, but precisely because it was primitive, it was more reliable, with virtually no possibility of being tampered with.
Why was the international maritime distress signal SOS rather than a satellite phone or GPS coordinates? Naturally, because the former was more reliable. Morse code could be sent by various means under any conditions.
During the few minutes they waited, Deathstroke played a skull-tossing game with Strangle, while Daisy went on a treasure hunt with Professor Xu.
Unfortunately, the white bones on Titan clearly carried no valuable legacy. Even their bones had completely weathered away. If Deathstroke had not possessed special techniques for controlling his strength, picking them up would probably have left him with nothing but a handful of bone powder.
These remains were worthless. They might not even have made decent fertilizer if brought back, since the nitrogen, phosphorus, and potassium had surely long since dissipated.
"Doom is puzzled. Are there really any survivors left in this universe?" Doctor Doom stood with his arms folded atop a remnant wall like a monument.
Deathstroke nodded and balanced the skull in his hand atop Little Sprout's head. "Definitely. Death is dead. Nearly all life in the Cancerverse has undergone aberrant growth, except for those things that never had life to begin with."
"Robots?" Doom nodded, but that answer was still insufficient to resolve his doubts. "If you suspect mechanical intelligences such as Vision or Ultron still exist here, why not simply ask to speak with them directly?"
"You mean the part where I impersonated Optimus Prime?"
Deathstroke smiled faintly, removed the little bone hat from Bean Sprout's head, and took out his