The Liquid Robots army was sweeping through the city. They were not carrying out a massacre; they only eliminated those who resisted violently, driving everyone else who obeyed back into their powerless homes, as if locking them in cages.
Many people could not see those cages, but in the information age, everyone actually lived inside an Information Cocoon. Once the power was cut and they were confined to their homes, it was equivalent to losing all perception of the outside world.
Overall, a worldwide blackout could mean many things. More intelligence would be needed to determine the exact situation.
There was no one at the docks at night, so naturally no robots came here to sweep the area. This place appeared calm and peaceful instead.
Black waves gently rocked the white vessels, while the fires of the city occasionally reflected across the water, creating a different kind of beauty.
Su Ming carried the chimp toward a luxury yacht, one that looked exceptionally high-end even among the many private yachts. He then jumped onto the deck and knocked on the door leading from the cabin to the rear terrace.
"Anyone home? South Harbor Community of Gotham is here to spread some warmth."
"...I don't understand the joke, but I somehow feel that even if someone were inside, saying that would make them too suspicious to open the door." The chimp's eyes turned deadpan. He did not understand what Deathstroke meant, but his beast instincts gave him the chills of a bad joke.
Faint footsteps came from inside the cabin, and Strangle caught the scent of several kinds of cosmetics, the sort with heavy yet gentle fragrances.
Unexpectedly, the door opened just like that, revealing a woman inside wearing a pencil skirt and suit jacket.
"Hello, Mr. Deathstroke from Another World. Please