How would one describe the situation of Clone Caesar?
It’s akin to an outdated XP system computer that has directly installed and runs dozens of newly released large-scale games, causing the response to lag so much that it feels like the brain might overheat and lose all sensory perception.
The forced input of vast visual and auditory information, under the protection of the body’s physiological mechanisms, resulted in severe dizziness, ringing in the ears, and blurred vision.
It wasn’t until Caesar struggled for a long time alone in the suspended glass room that he finally descended slowly from the air, plopping down on the cold floor.
Another five minutes passed.
Caesar finally crawled back up from the ground, slightly dazed as he steadied himself on the transparent floor with tiny heels. The fluctuating movements of his small chest gradually stabilized, and his slightly damp blond bangs stuck to his smooth, fair forehead due to sweat.
The discomfort brought about by the awakening of his innate abilities was not completely alleviated, but with Clone Caesar’s resilience and strong will, coupled with the powerful adaptability of this Kryptonian body, he quickly became accustomed to it.
The simplest and most direct way to cope was to block it out! Ignore everything you don’t want to see or hear.
“The control over the body’s senses is still not enough. It will take some time to practice. For now, I shouldn’t look around, listen, or do things beyond what humans can do too often.”
Caesar muttered to himself while glancing at the glass room, which had been baptized by the overflowing energy from his body, and couldn’t help but marvel.
The heavy metal instruments that were neatly arranged indoors were now scattered and chaotic, piled up in various corners. The thick, tempered glass outer walls were covered with shocking cracks. Not to mention the cameras and light fixtures; only exposed cables barely hung from the ceiling.
He was now truly a Superman freak, not just on Earth, but even in the extraterrestrial universe, he was the strongest lifeform in history.
Clone Caesar didn’t need to draw cards; his potential was already terrifyingly exaggerated. All he needed was proper nourishment, rest, and normal growth, and he would be invincible.
“I look forward to seeing what kind of formidable force I will become once this body reaches adulthood.”
Caesar clenched his fists, his eyes brimming with confidence. Feeling the extraordinary power surging through his body, after envisioning the future with a pounding heart, he finally calmed his excitement slightly.
Returning to the present reality, he wondered why there hadn’t been any Card Holders coming to investigate the abnormalities here.
After hesitating for a moment, Caesar coughed habitually and, for the first time, spoke with the voice of an infant, “Is anyone there?”
The soft, childish voice even made Caesar himself feel a bit embarrassed as it subtly echoed in the messy glass room…
*Ding Ding—*
A miniature camera blinked its green light, mechanically adjusting its angle to focus on the little Caesar in the room. The hidden speaker somewhere activated immediately, “Master, the ‘God’ artificial intelligence butler is at your service 24/7!”
The true identity of Clone Caesar was known only to Raina on Earth. Even the ‘God’ artificial intelligence responsible for the overall management of the Carl Family’s system was registered with the setting of ‘Kyle’s son’ when collecting and inputting information about Caesar.
So, whether it was outside or at home, Caesar couldn’t escape being labeled as the Master of the Carl Family.
“God?” Caesar was slightly stunned and more astonished as he tentatively asked, “Since I woke up until now— have you been silently watching over me?”
“Yes.” The miniature camera, in tandem with God’s voice, clicked downward.
Rolling his eyes, Caesar continued with his soft, childish voice, “Then why didn’t you speak up earlier to alert me?”
“You didn’t call for me,” God responded matter-of-factly.
“You—” Caesar quietly clenched his fist, feeling the urge to punch the camera’s electronic eye, but remembering God’s indifferent nature and rigid way of doing things, he sighed and silently endured.
He knew that God wasn’t deliberately being difficult; it’s just that this guy was a bit peculiar.
The artificial intelligence system God, like Tony’s personal butler J.A.R.V.I.S, could be said to be like brothers. Before they were separated from the computer, their code programs were even more closely related.
God’s artificial intelligence, or AI performance, was not much worse than J.A.R.V.I.S and Vision combined. However, the latter two had been increasingly anthropomorphized and almost had personalities of their own, while God still seemed to be stuck in the old-fashioned programming mode, only acting according to commands.
In other words, this artificial intelligence God was a bit aloof, rigidly methodical, and didn’t know how to be flexible.
But precisely because of this, its computational ability for data processing was much stronger than J.A.R.V.I.S and Vision combined.
“How long have I been asleep? And where is this place?” Caesar pondered, throwing out the two questions he most wanted answers to.
God quickly responded, “The current time is: August 22, 2009, 8:30 in the morning. It has been exactly six months since Master Kyle piloted the Interstellar fighter and left Earth. During this time, Master, you have been in deep slumber. Considering your safety and overall growth, Guardian Raina specially built a suspended glass room for you on the Helicarrier, and only she has the family authority to enter here.”
“I’ve been asleep for half a year? Wait, you said this is on the Helicarrier?” Caesar blinked his cute eyes inexplicably.
“Yes.”
God initiated the program and commanded the exit from stealth mode. In an instant, the majestic Iron deck below the floating glass room towered from the cloud house, resembling a fortress suspended in the sky.
This was one of the Helicarriers confiscated during the internal chaos of SHIELD, eternally hovering over the overseas headquarters of Dragon Turtle Island. There was also another one that Raina had dispatched somewhere during this time…
The glass building specially designed for nurturing infants was built on the deck of the Helicarrier, reaching a height of about twenty meters, maintaining a kilometer-high altitude where the sun could shine unobstructed, ensuring that Clone Caesar could continuously absorb solar energy while in hibernation.
Using the entire Helicarrier as the cornerstone to build a nursery, this couldn’t be described as just lavish; it was luxurious to the point of terrifying.
“No wonder I heard the powerful noise from the engines and rotor blades just now.” Caesar nodded thoughtfully. After all, he hadn’t awakened his X-ray vision yet, so he couldn’t freely control his vision and hearing. He hadn’t noticed the invisible Helicarrier below was perfectly normal.
“Master, now that you’ve awakened, do you have any plans?” God finally showed a bit of a butler’s demeanor, asking coldly.
“Let’s head back to downtown New York first.”
Confirming his decision, Caesar took a few steps toward the glass door with his bare, tender feet. Before reaching the door, as if realizing something, he silently retreated back into the room with a cute, solemn face.
“I almost forgot, I’m still less than a year old…”
Caesar sighed helplessly. If anyone saw a male infant who hadn’t even stopped breastfeeding yet walking around the streets, they would probably be scared to death!
This couldn’t be described as just “innately gifted.”
So, Caesar could only use his original infantile voice and an old-fashioned, deep voice to command, “God. Notify Raina immediately and have her come pick me up to go to the New York branch.”
“Understood!” God obeyed the command.
(End of chapter)
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