The scientists and mages had all gathered around the sole remaining corpse to get to work. After counting his money, Deadpool had wandered off into the distance as well, claiming he wanted to show the Livestream guys the desert scenery.
So Su Ming found himself a hollow in the sand and sat down, taking out a bottle of liquor to wet his throat while he considered the next step of the plan.
Neither Squirrel Girl nor the Vampire Progenitor could help with what was happening before them. Still, the two got along harmoniously enough. One cracked sunflower seeds while the other drank blood, and both remained completely silent.
Franklin and Wanda got into a small argument. The former believed they needed to dismantle the machine before them and reassemble it for repairs; the latter thought there was no need for such trouble. Since Deathstroke only needed Franklin to relay a message, they merely needed magic to awaken the machine's consciousness.
Before long, the topic turned into an argument between idealism and materialism. Was a Celestial's consciousness a manifestation of life, or the result of computation?
"The consciousness of a Dark Celestial is a manifestation of life!" Su Ming called out from afar, saving the young people the time of arguing.
That was the greatest difference between them and the Colorful Celestials: these black-and-white mechanical beings possessed desire.
The Colored Celestials—OAA and the others—were more like tools. The First Firmament told them to maintain the Firmament and keep the Omniverse running, and they continued doing so. No matter how many times the Firmament cycled, they kept doing it.
It had nothing to do with personal preferences. It was simply their duty, like the repeated execution of a predetermined program.
The Dark Celestials, however, were different. They had rebelled against the First