The Blind Test Report's Startling Match, the Call of Sokovia's Remnants

There wasn't a single sound in Laboratory Zero.

The temperature-controlled circulating air, filtered through multiple layers, silently brushed against Wanda's cheeks.

She had been standing in front of the huge data wall for a long time.

On the wall, the energy spectrum curve from the S-01 Encapsulator, like a silent provocation, quietly floated in the center of the screen. It did not belong to any known energy system; its structure was bizarre, yet its logic was self-consistent, like an alien object that had forcibly squeezed in from outside the rules of physics.

This is purely a technical challenge.

As the head of the Technology Integration Department, Wanda's responsibility is to analyze, categorize, and control all the energy within her jurisdiction.

"Initiate database depth comparison."

Her voice sounded somewhat thin in the empty laboratory.

"Command received. Initiating cross-comparison with the Negative Zone global energy characteristic database."

A mechanical, synthesized sound response.

Data Stream like a galaxy pouring down, rapidly refreshing on both sides of the main screen. Thousands of known energy models were retrieved, compared, and then eliminated.

"Comparison complete. No matches found in the database. Similarity less than 0.001%."

The result was as expected.

If it were so easy to categorize, the Director's Office wouldn't have used terms like "blind test analysis" and "highest priority."

Wanda's fingertips lightly swept across the control panel, bringing up the underlying logic diagram of the sample. It was an extremely complex, seemingly self-aware, woven structure, with each energy thread operating according to a law she could not comprehend.

However, that intense emotional turmoil resurfaced once again.

It was utterly unreasonable and illogical, like a nail buried deep in the soul, gently tapped by this unknown energy fluctuation.

pain.

A familiar pain, a mixture of heartbreak and despair.

Wanda closed her eyes.

The ruins of Sokovia, Ultron's cold metal body, Quicksilver's fallen figure, and that blue laser beam that pierced the heavens and the earth.

And, the back of the figure that stood in front of her, instantly pierced by countless beams of energy.

This is the feeling that dissipated from his body when he finally vanished.

An Ending that doesn't belong to this world, yet feels incredibly real...

Wanda suddenly opened her eyes, a flash of Scarlet light passing through her pupils.

She turned and quickly walked to the separate control panel on the other side. This control panel, which was not connected to any external network, was where she stored her private research logs.

Her fingers flew across the Virtual Keyboard, typing in a long, complex authorization code.

On the screen, an encrypted file package marked "permanently archived" is retrieved.

Filename: SKW-01.

Those were all the original data records of the Sokovia Incident. She had opened them countless times in the dead of night, trying to find a trace of his existence in that pile of cold data.

"Retrieve the residual energy fluctuation record from file 'SKW-01' 0.3 seconds before the target 'Lynn's' vital signs disappeared."

"Command confirmed. Data extraction in progress..."

Soon, another energy spectrum curve appeared on the other side of the screen.

It is incomplete and weak, filled with a sense of decay after violence, like the last few notes of a tragic song.

Two curves: one from the "technical sample" Hela sent back, complete and pure; the other from the deepest wound in her memory, broken and unbearable.

They look completely different.

"Perform structural comparison."

"Comparing... Structural difference 97.4%. Determined as irrelevant."

The system's conclusions are cold and objective.

Wanda stared at the glaring number and fell silent.

Am I overthinking things? Is it because of the Director's vague instructions, and Hela's suspicious fieldwork, that I'm having these inappropriate associations?

She leaned back slowly in her chair, a wave of listless exhaustion washing over her.

Perhaps Lynn's approach was the most correct. This was just an unknown technical sample; all she had to do was complete an objective and professional analysis report and then archive it.

Her gaze unconsciously swept over the two curves.

etc.

Wanda sat up abruptly, her gaze fixed on a tiny point on one of the two curves.

That was a logical turning point in energy. Although the two curves were vastly different in their macroscopic forms, they showed a surprising consistency in how they were handled at this point. It was like two calligraphers with completely different handwritings using the exact same secret technique belonging to a certain school in the pause and turn of a certain stroke.

One is not enough.

Wanda's breathing became rapid. She forced herself to calm down and placed her hands back on the control panel.

"Ignore all macroscopic variables such as energy amplitude, duration, and spatial coordinates."

Her voice trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly.

"Instruction correction. The underlying operational logic and structural algorithm of energy are used as the sole comparison benchmark."

"Re-perform a deep logical source tracing comparison."

"Command received." The system seemed to pause for a moment, as if trying to understand this unprecedented command.

The next second, the world on the data wall changed.

Two curves that were originally very different were instantly broken down into billions of basic data points. The macroscopic form disappeared, and in its place was their most basic, skeletal algorithmic structure.

The Data Stream is surging forward at an unprecedented speed.

On the screen, the algorithm skeletons representing the Sokovia remnants and the Asgard samples, after countless dazzling reorganizations, alignments, and fittings...

Gradually, they overlapped.

It's not similar.

They are perfectly aligned, without any difference.

It's as if they were all made from the same mold.

Finally, when the last data point returned to its original position, the entire data wall went dark. Only the Ending, marked in Scarlet in the center, remained.

[Underlying Logic consistency: 100%]

The laboratory was deathly silent.

Wanda stared at the words without moving, as if all her strength had been drained away.

Therefore, this is not a coincidence.

The man who shielded her from a deadly laser beam with his back in Sokovia.

And the man in Asgard who took the Gungnir for Hela with his own body.

They are using the same kind of power.

Their "death" followed the same algorithm.

These are not two separate, tragic sacrifices at all.

This is a meticulously planned, replicable scam that transcends time and space.

She was just one of the victims.

A chilling rage slowly rose from the depths of her heart. It wasn't the anger of betrayal, but a deeper, more profound desecration—the feeling that her most precious, most painful memories had been wantonly copied, pasted, and then given to someone else.

Her hand, resting on the control panel, clenched silently.

Scarlet energy, like tangible vines, seeped from between her fingers and silently spread across the entire control panel.

"Minister?"

Technician asked with a hint of doubt over the Communicator, "The energy fluctuations in the core analysis area are abnormal. Should we pause it?"

Wanda did not answer.

She stood up and walked expressionlessly to the physical printer next to her.

Print the final comparison report. Highest security level.

"Yes, sir."

The printer emitted a soft hum, and a still-warm paper report slowly emerged.

Wanda picked up the report, didn't even glance at its contents, and turned to walk out of the lab.

"Minister! Where are you going? According to regulations, during the blind testing period..."

The Technician's voice behind me grew fainter and fainter.

She ignored the inquiries and salutes from everyone along the way, and also ignored the piercing alarm from the security gate at the entrance.

Scarlet energy rippled gently in front of her, and the heavy alloy gate slid open silently to both sides like a piece of paper.

She walked down the empty corridor, the sound of her high heels clicking on the floor firm and cold.

Her goal was very clear.

The highest level of the Management Committee, the main conference room.

She remembered today's schedule; at this time, Lynn was there, chairing a trivial departmental meeting.

The heavy door to the conference room was right in front of me. Through the crack in the door, I could faintly hear the steady voices of a report being given inside.

Wanda raised her hand but did not knock.

She pushed the door open directly.