"Mm, you saw it too. My Anti-Life Equation can control human minds, turning them into my slaves and leaving their heads filled with nothing but darkness."
Su Ming raised a hand, letting Little Superman inspect the goods while he gathered his words.
"This method of control is somewhat like manipulating a puppet on strings. I can give him orders and make him keep typing and chatting online, except this time, it'll be to sing your praises."
"I think I understand. They're like mindless zombies."
Little Superman crossed his arms and took a deep breath. Of course he knew about the Anti-Life Equation. He shook his head repeatedly as he said, "But you can't do that to my parents and neighbors, much less Laurie. People controlled by the Anti-Life Equation lose all sense of self. I don't want to live in a world filled with puppets, either."
"Mm, it is troublesome. People controlled by the Anti-Life Equation won't even eat or drink unless I personally order them to. They're fine as disposable cannon fodder, but they really aren't a long-term solution."
After ordering the fat shut-in to kill himself and watching his back as he went to find a rope and hang himself, Su Ming continued talking with Little Superman.
"Of course, we won't use methods like this on your relatives and friends. Aren't we discussing ways to change the broader social environment?"
"Mm. Is there another way?"
Little Superman did not like puppet worlds. He had earned Earth Prime's Rebirth through labor, not so he could play with puppets.
"Yes. Adjutant, find another test subject." Su Ming shut the door, creating a sealed murder room. He even kicked away the stool beneath the fat man dangling from the bathroom door, watching him kick his legs numbly. "This time, we'll try