Chapter 4394: Far Star Project (19)

"Do we want to go up and take a look?" Diana asked.

"Don't rush yet." Bruce turned to look at Victor, then said, "Still have strength?"

Victor gave him an OK gesture. Bruce said: "Black out all electronic equipment nearby. Don't let anyone discover we've boarded the spaceship."

Victor nodded, a flash of light in his eyes. He was already very skilled at doing this kind of thing. Thus, all electronic equipment within a few kilometers was disconnected, and even filming became impossible.

The members of the Justice League boarded the spaceship. This spaceship was much larger than it looked, overall presenting a hemispherical shuttle shape, a bit like a grain of rice cut vertically. Bruce saw many fixing piles on the lower disk of the spaceship; this should be a multi-purpose spaceship that could land directly on the surface and connect with the surface to become a base.

The style of the spaceship was completely different from Earth. Most parts of the hull were dark metal, almost without decoration, but because the equipment shape itself had a technological aesthetic, it looked quite good.

Diana turned her head left and right, looking at everything inside the spaceship, then said: "Are you planning to use this spaceship? But will that Darkseid play tricks on the spaceship?"

Bruce shook his head and said: "The moment I enter the spaceship, Darkseid will abandon all arrangements here, so as not to let Apokolips suffer along with the spaceship."

Diana opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but discovered there didn't seem to be anything to say. This reminded her of the evaluation of Batman by her sisters in the Battleworld. They had once told her that if something fell into Batman's hands, you'd better not think about getting it back, otherwise during the year-end cleaning, you would find tons of nano-cameras in your home.

Darkseid definitely didn't want the spaceship to fall into Batman's hands, but to let him take the spaceship back, he dared even less, not even daring to remote control it—who knew what kind of things Batman would install on the spaceship? Hadn't the lessons of the Multiverse War been enough?

Of course, even so, Bruce still checked the spaceship inside and out, and even had Victor use the Mother Box to scan it, and only after confirming there were no problems did he start the spaceship.

"Where are we going?" Diana asked.

"Mars." Bruce replied.

The huge spaceship took off and rose into the sky again; not long after leaving Earth, it had descended above Mars. This place was already desolate, and under Martian Manhunter's guidance, they found the abandoned Martian city from years ago.

Although the people inside had all died, they hadn't died from external attacks, so the whole city was preserved very well. Martian Manhunter stood in the spaceship looking at them and said: "You guys go down and take a look; if there's anything useful, move it back; I won't go."

Bruce nodded and took the others down. But after a while, they returned empty-handed. Martian Manhunter looked at him with some confusion; Bruce said: "The situation of the city below is much better than I imagined. I hope this place can become the base for the Justice League. I don't know what you think about this?"

Martian Manhunter hesitated; it wasn't that he was reluctant, he just didn't want to stay here for a long time, as this would bring up many bad memories for him. And at this time, Bruce opened his mouth and said: "Don't you Martians have any gene preservation plans?"

"What?"

"Generally, civilizations that have developed to this extent will find ways to preserve their group's genes to cope with various sudden natural disasters. At least humans have gene banks and seed banks. Don't Martians have them?"

"I... don't know very well." Martian Manhunter said, "I am a Martian Manhunter, that is, a police officer on Mars, not a scientist, and I haven't done research work, so I don't know about gene-related things. But according to what you say, maybe there are."

Martian Manhunter also said with some disappointment: "Even if there are, maybe they are of no use. Martians can only breed naturally, and now the Martians who might still be alive are all male, without the ability to be pregnant."

"This is not urgent," Bruce said, "Although humans can only rely on natural breeding, as long as civilization still exists, technology can always develop. Maybe it won't be long before there is independent embryo cultivation technology."

Martian Manhunter thought Bruce was comforting him; he just smiled reluctantly: "I hope so. Since there is no one here anymore, use it if you want. However, Earth can't be left unwatched; I'd better go back first."

"Don't rush." Bruce stopped him again, then said, "Tell me about Martian civilization. I just visited your city, and I think this is a quite developed and prosperous civilization; I'm quite interested, and it would be even better if you could talk about it in detail."

Martian Manhunter wasn't willing to bring up sad past events, but if it was Batman, he was afraid he had to talk; after all, he would have to make a living under someone else's command in the future, so he couldn't refuse his superior again and again.

Not just him, the mentality of the others had also changed. Before, they just treated Bruce Wayne as a financier, but now it was different; he was the veritable number one person in the Justice League, their leader. Some things that could be done or not done were better done.

Martian Manhunter sighed long, sat down on a seat in the spaceship hall, and began to narrate. Bruce recorded while recording, writing and drawing from time to time. He also drew a map of the Martian city below, let Martian Manhunter mark some important locations, and opened his mouth to ask a few questions from time to time. The questions asked were all-encompassing, such as Martian education models, Martian economic development, Martian natural scenery...

Some questions Martian Manhunter couldn't answer either. Although he was a hero on Mars before, he wasn't a ruler; he didn't know how many policies were formulated or why they were formulated that way.

Fortunately, the Justice League pooled their wisdom; everyone could infer the answers to some questions by guessing; for those they really didn't know, they could also conduct field trips. Because Martians were exterminated by viruses, many materials were preserved very well and could be checked out completely.

Bruce just dragged the Justice League to play a puzzle-solving game for most of the day. Everyone was dry-mouthed, and they were all confused, not knowing how Bruce suddenly became interested in researching Martian civilization.

Only Victor, who had discussed the space station design drawings with Bruce, seemed to have some guesses. When announcing the intermission and everyone else planned to go to sleep, Victor was the last to leave. He sat at the table, looked at Bruce who was going to boil coffee, and said: "Are you planning to use Martian civilization to do something?"

"Remember what I said?" Bruce looked back at him.

"... Create a new Cold War?"

Bruce nodded and said: "Judging from the current technological development of humans, wanting to reach Mars is still very difficult; at most, they can only throw a few Mars rovers, and the range of activity is very limited, so they haven't discovered the Martian city until now, and don't know what's going on inside at all."

Victor gradually opened his mouth wide and said: "Are you planning to..."

"Whether Martian civilization really exists is not important; what's important is that humans—especially the US government—must know that the aliens they are looking for are far away in the sky and close in front of them. On this planet, which can be called Earth's twin, there is a civilization far more developed than humans, and it is sharpening its knives at Earth."

"I knew it." Victor said, "This space station you created is completely different from the previous ones, and it doesn't look like a style you would design."

Victor had already discovered when making the model that this space station designed by Bruce was completely different from the space stations humans had before. Or rather, it deliberately avoided all forms of the original space stations; whether it was the exterior design or the working principle, it was very strange, as if... it was just to let people see at a glance that this was an alien product.

If it weren't so, the initial model wouldn't have been changed again and again. To have practicality while having a strange appearance, the difficulty would naturally be higher than usual; and because it was different from previous space stations, there were no reference materials to find, so he could only slowly knead it by feeling.

"But, how are you going to make them believe there are people on Mars?"

"It's not that there's no one on Mars; aren't there us?" Bruce handed him the coffee, then said, "The few of us are enough to simulate a civilization."

"Fantasy." Victor sighed.

"There may be many great civilizations in the universe, but civilization itself is not something great and unreachable. In the absence of the ability to find out the truth, making things up out of thin air is not difficult. Because many things in human society look illogical at first glance, so even if some parts are made up quite bizarrely, as long as there is enough conclusive evidence, people will believe it."

"But..."

"Do you think those people in the Capitol are very real?"

"What?"

"Assuming you want to design a game, would you write the villain like this? Creating homeless people, forcing scientists to death, setting fires everywhere to provoke wars. Super-powered individuals and monsters have already fought three hundred rounds, and if they are not careful, Earth will be destroyed, but the theme they argue about every day is still whether to re-vote."

"They are indeed stupidly unrealistic." Victor said, "If I made them the villains of the game, it would be like I spent a lot of time indulging in gameplay and art, and then polished the plot three days before release, and finally left two hours to write the characters—as long as all the bad things are blamed on them."

"The world is like this. Darkness has never had any 'depth' to speak of; the worst bad guys are bad on the surface, not only not covering it up, but even not thinking it's shameful, but proud of it, and even formulating a system to turn black into white and whitewash peace. Those game characters who seem very bad but have hidden motives, or have some very profound philosophical thoughts behind doing bad things, basically only appear in games; the artistry on them is too strong, and instead, it will appear somewhat fake. Because of this, fictional stories have never been difficult; to achieve credibility, it is to create conclusive evidence that matches the fictional story."

Victor looked down at the model in his hand and said: "I'll go down and walk around to see if I can get any inspiration."

"Go." Bruce nodded at him.

Hal was the first to wake up. He was just mentally exhausted; after taking a nap on the bed, he was full of life again. He came to the hall, saw Bruce working, glanced at the Hellbat armor he had placed to the side, and moved to Bruce's opposite side somewhat hesitantly.

"We can't go back for a short time, right?" Hal's question was very smart; he didn't ask about Bruce's plan directly, just beating around the bush. Then he added, "I just want to call my girlfriend to let her rest assured."

"Victor has already set up the communication device." Bruce pointed to the equipment next to him. Hal walked over to make the call immediately.

He naturally didn't reveal that he was on Mars, just saying that the Justice League was busy with work and might not be able to reply to messages in time for a few days. Carol naturally expressed understanding, but still asked: "How is the space station construction going?"

Hal looked back at Bruce, and Bruce nodded at him. So Hal said: "No problem, it should be completed very soon." ===== CHAPTER 4395 =====