CAAT still lingered on their doorstep. Deathstroke was waiting for the "syringe" and the "medicine" to be ready, so he had some time to eat fried chicken with Black Mouse.
In truth, if he had not been trying to cure the sick and save lives, he could have taken another route entirely. He could have found a way to make Mouse act, confront CAAT head-on, and wipe out everyone it controlled, whether physically or mentally.
But that would have been going a little too far. Humanity needed to maintain its numbers in order to reproduce and thrive steadily. Though most people still did not realize what the existence of humans in other Parallel Universes meant, that knowledge would be useful someday.
This was only the early stage of the Cosmic Voyage. In the not-too-distant Future, travel across different Parallel Universes would become possible. And as social creatures, humans naturally hoped that the worlds they "crossed over" into would contain others of their kind, rather than leaving them to face an I Am Legend-like situation the moment they landed.
That was why Su Ming had used this plan: preserve the patients' bodies, replace their personalities, correct the errors caused by their indoctrination, and retain their value on the material level.
As long as they lived, those new personalities would eventually show their humanity. It was as natural as weeds growing from barren ground.
Still, because he had used the Anti-Life Equation again today, Su Ming could not help thinking of Uncle Darkseid. He remembered the good old days when the Dark Tyrant had played mahjong with him and Monitor, recalling his face and voice.
Come to think of it, Uncle Darkseid had given him quite a few good things: Sepulk, the Spectre Universe, special energy like Fire Pits that drew upon