Cyborg still had no idea who wanted to capture him. Not long after he and Chief entered the Consciousness Web, they were attacked by those Alien Robots. He lured the enemies away from his teammate and began his life on the run.
Gradually, he realized they did not want to kill him. They wanted to capture him alive. After being separated from Chief, he had no way to leave the Consciousness Layer and could only flee while waiting for rescue.
He believed the Justice League would definitely come to save him. It was just that, in his imagination, Batwoman would come—not Deathstroke.
Modern cities were impossible to stay in. Those pursuers could hack into the vast majority of electronic devices. Modern society was, in truth, a society beneath surveillance cameras. Even everyone's phones could leak any secret.
So he kept running until he fled into this sector where dinosaurs lived. There were no electronic devices here, and thus no eyes made of glass and polycrystalline silicon.
"But the voice in my head has become more urgent. There's always a stretch of time every day when my head hurts like hell."
Victor held a thick branch over the fire, roasting a lizard as he spoke to the group. He also gave the umbrella-carrying girl a few curious looks, but she merely smiled back at him.
Looking at his pockmarked, utterly unround appearance, Deathstroke reached out and rubbed Cyborg's metallic bald head. Then he told him who was behind all this, selectively sharing some of his findings.
"Grid is back. If you've forgotten that name, just think of it as a computer virus."
"I clearly formatted him and sealed him in a corner of my mind..." Victor's hand trembled. He was very familiar with that name, yet he could not remember exactly