"You recited that poem well, but don't ever recite one again." Luthor returned to the camera, glanced at the dejected chimp, and slowly shook his head. "Hearing that filthy stuff nearly made me mess up my experiment."
"Heh heh, forget that. What were the results?"
Su Ming patted the chimp's head. Bobo hung his head miserably, clearly never wanting to dabble in the arts again.
"It is indeed Clayface Plasma. Wait, don't jump to conclusions. I'm not finished yet." Luthor smiled and raised a hand, displaying a projected report. "However, it isn't the original plasma I released before. Some little genius improved it, and in a direction even I hadn't anticipated."
"Oh? There's someone on Earth you'd call a genius?" Su Ming raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
"Just petty cleverness. Nothing compared to me. To use one of those Eastern sayings you like, how can the glow of a firefly compare to the radiance of the bright moon?"
Luthor lifted his chin again, wearing the same disdainful smile Su Ming had worn when mocking Bobo's lack of knowledge. He sped up as he spoke:
"Someone replicated Clayface Plasma and purified it further, then combined its transformation factor with some kind of carbon-based metal to create Nanomachines."
As he spoke, Luthor eagerly demonstrated the Nanomachines he had captured. Within that drop of bodily fluid, countless tiny metallic structures could be seen.
Stimulated by electricity, they could continuously transform and replicate themselves. They originally resembled miniature spiders, yet could change in countless ways like building blocks.
Through different combinations and arrangements, they could imitate all kinds of cellular forms, and seemed capable of mimicking inorganic matter as well.
Once such Nanomachines were injected into a human body, they bypassed the obstacle of plasma being non-injectable, achieving a better and more stable transformation effect.