Doctor Doom's efficiency had never been in doubt. Before putting the plan into practice today, he had surely run countless simulations and experiments.
Now, with Little Franklin's help, he quickly finished setting up the temporary apparatus. All he had to do was say what he wanted, and the boy would create it for him.
Though the two had never met before, there seemed to be some sort of connection between this father and son from different worlds.
Doom was not a talkative person, nor was Little Rich. Even so, they got along remarkably well, and the harmonious, warm atmosphere between them was no worse than that around the two at the drinking table nearby.
"Child. Doom asks you: what kind of man is your father?"
After containing the pink, cube-like Zero Matter within a magical energy field and carefully placing it into the apparatus, Doom waited for the substance that should not exist to react with reality. Still, he could not help asking a question.
Little Rich sighed. He created a ball of water to wash his hands, because the dust here was all the ashes of gods from ages past.
The boy hesitated slightly, then raised his head to look at the iron mask and answered:
"Like you. Sorry, I know you are not him, but I am human. I cannot control my subjective assumptions or emotional leanings."
"Emotions only make people weak. Humanity's manifestation of self-awareness is merely the remnant of entropy." Doom folded his arms, his gaze fixed on the pink substance, but then his tone abruptly shifted. "Doom used to think so, but Deathstroke taught Doom another idea: people exist because of emotions. Without emotions, there would be no humans."
Little Rich froze for a moment, then smiled and nodded.
"You do not seem entirely like