The conversation between the two women gradually drifted into the philosophy of being human versus not being human. It felt like a lecture from psychiatric experts, leaving no one with much desire to keep listening. Matters of the mind were all ideas, thoughts, notions—concepts that had yet to be put into practice—making them even harder to judge as right or wrong.
Or perhaps there was no right or wrong to begin with.
The Man of Steel was great, but flesh and blood was not bad either. By becoming human, the Adjutant had indeed given up some things, such as the Autobots' ability to transform into cars with a clatter. But in exchange, she had gained a human body capable of eating, drinking, and enjoying life.
Which was more important depended on the person. In any case, Su Ming had let her choose for herself, and she had chosen to be human.
As he filled in the larger wormhole, Su Ming glanced at Black Flash beside him, who was holding up a wooden board. A mummified corpse was nice too, at least it was quiet and would not chat with people about inappropriate topics.
"By the way, I never asked you—what does the Speed Force think about this situation?"
"No opinion." The blackened corpse raised its sign. Seemingly under the control of the Speed Force behind it, it quickly added another sentence to the board: "Cannot see stories that have not happened."
At that point, Su Ming roughly understood. Stories the Speed Force could not see fell under Dream's jurisdiction. It could only see the past, present, and Future, nothing else.
For three-dimensional beings like humans, the past, present, and Future encompassed their entire understanding of time. But beyond human comprehension lay things broader and deeper still.
"I think I understand.