In the S.H.I.E.L.D. office, Nick had just picked up his coffee cup and taken a sip when Natasha walked in with a file. She was flipping through the papers and said, "Director, there are 26 items waiting for confirmation today, and there are a few more from yesterday..."
"Okay, I know. Just leave it there, and I'll finish it as soon as possible."
Natasha was about to leave when her phone rang. She answered and said, "Hello?... Oh, yes, but he's busy right now. Okay, I'll pass it on to him."
"Director, it's Stark on the phone. He wants to know if you're free this afternoon to go to the Stark lab and see the results of the material research they did with Wakanda. They've produced a sample..."
"Help schedule it for 5 pm this afternoon."
"Director!" Coulson walked in, waved at Natasha, and then approached Nick. "Professor Arkham... I an, Professor Rodriguez, just called to ask if you're free for lunch. He wants to discuss his plans with you."
"Lunch? I'm afraid I don't have ti for lunch. Let's et at 2 pm."
"Wait." Natasha turned back and picked up the form. "No, Director, don't you rember? You have to et with the SPEAR director at 3 pm. You won't have enough ti to get there in an hour..."
Nick was thinking when suddenly, there was a "sizzle" in the air, and a portal appeared. Strange stuck his head out and looked down at Nick. Nick looked up at him, and Strange said, "Co with quickly. Loki wants to talk to you about establishing diplomatic relations with Asgard. This is a big deal..."
Before he could retract his head, another head erged from the portal. It was Wanda. She ran her fingers through her red hair and said, "Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.? Professor X has sothing to discuss with you..."
Before she could finish, another head erged from the portal. It was Venom, with his mouth wide open, showing his sharp teeth as if he were about to bite off Nick's head. He said impatiently, "Blue Spirit's mother wants to talk to you. Hurry up and go!"
"Why do you all have to co one by one instead of finding a place where everyone can communicate and discuss everything clearly?" Nick covered his forehead and said.
At this mont, two hands erged from the portal and pushed down all three heads. Schiller stuck his head out and said, "Good question. I was just looking for you to discuss this plan. Don't you think it's ti to establish a dedicated organization?"
Two hours later, in the eting room of Arkham Sanatorium, Nick picked up a bottle of wine from the table and poured a little into his glass. Strange was dozing off on the back of a single sofa.
Stark was holding a drawing and using his free ti perfectly. Schiller was still writing his dical records, and Loki was standing by the window, undoing the braids that Frigga had made for her.
When Charles walked in, he saw this scene and said, "Sorry, I'm a little late. After all, I'm not very mobile..."
After Quicksilver, who was pushing the wheelchair, went out first, Stark saw that everyone was almost there, and he said, "To be honest, we should deal with this problem as soon as possible. We should have established an organization earlier. But now it's still a ss, and the efficiency is so low."
Nick shook his head and said, "It's not that simple. Look at the people sitting here. If we want to work together, many people will lose sleep."
"But if we don't work together, I won't be able to sleep either." Strange covered his eyes and looked very tired. He said, "I'm already busy enough dealing with Kamar-Taj and Sanctum Sanctorum every day. Our one-way communication takes up all my spare ti."
"Who isn't?" Stark sneered. "I spend a lot of ti on this inefficient communication network every day. It's a piece of shit."
"Well, suppose we want to establish an organization now to deal with these ssy space wars, interstellar diplomacy, and other matters. What should we call this organization?" Strange asked.
"I think it should be called Aven..." Stark hadn't finished the na when Schiller interrupted him, "Why not call it Radiance Alliance?"
"But..."
"No buts. Forget that unlucky na."
Nick looked at him very puzzled and said, "Last ti we discussed what to call the Superhero Squad, you denied my proposal and said it was unlucky. Why is it unlucky?"
"Forget it. If there's one thing I want most in this organization, it's the power to na it. Of course, I'm very democratic. If you're not satisfied with the na Radiance Alliance, we can change it. As long as it's not what's in your mind."
"Forget it. The na is just a code. Let's focus on sothing practical. The most important thing is where to set up the base of this organization. How should we build the communication network? How can we maximize efficiency?"
At this point, Schiller cleared his throat, and everyone's attention was drawn to him. Seeing his expression, Stark suddenly had a bad feeling. Sure enough, Schiller said, "...Do you know what the Mind Palace Theory is?"
Half an hour later, Nick rubbed his forehead and said, "How many years has it been since I've listened to a lecture like this? I feel like my brain is a ss now."
"I understand the principles you're talking about, but what does that have to do with building a base?" Stark looked at Schiller and said.
"Wait a minute. You're not thinking of building this base in a dream, are you?"
"This is the most efficient thod," Schiller explained. "During the day, everyone is busy. Nick has to work for S.H.I.E.L.D., Tony has to do research, Strange has to manage the Sanctum Sanctorum, Loki has to return to Asgard's confinent, Professor Charles has to manage the mutant school, and I have to manage the sanatorium."
"Why don't we use the ti at night? We can solve all problems in our dreams. If I had such a good thing while working, I would wake up laughing from my dreams."
Stark raised a finger and said, "First, how do we connect our dreams?"
Charles glanced at Schiller and said, "Perhaps in your opinion, the consciousness space does not exist, and dreams are false. But in reality, it is not."
"If we must explain it scientifically, it is brain waves. Human brain waves are real, so the consciousness space also exists. As long as we can connect the brain waves, we can achieve true ntal connection."
"Perhaps you have heard of my ability. In fact, I use brain waves to connect to other people's brains."
"When your brain waves are simultaneously connected to my brain, it is equivalent to your brain waves also being connected. In this way, we can achieve ntal communication and appear in the sa dream."
"A few days ago, Professor Charles and I were studying this topic, and we have already made an experintal product, which is a base in a dream with all the functions it should have. We can try it first and then make adjustnts..." Schiller said he was prepared.
Charles looked at everyone's expressions and said, "I can assure you that this dream will only reveal what you want to reveal."
Charles' expression was still kind, but his next words were sowhat chilling. He said, "If I really want to use my ability to do sothing, then in front of , no one has secrets."
Charles has never revealed the upper limit of his ability, so no one knows what he can do. Compared with magnetism, telepathy is a more subtle power. Perhaps there are no dazzling light and shadow effects on the surface, but it is more deadly.
Loki asked, "I am not human, so you can..."
Charles smiled and said, "All intelligent life is equal."
Everyone looked at Charles' face. His face was very old, his eyes were still kind, and there was no attack, but people saw a powerful aura on him that was comparable to Magneto.
"Wait, if you can connect people's brains, does that an you can form a ntal network? Does that an you can also create a supercomputer composed of human brains?" Stark's eyes gradually lit up.
Charles calmly said, "In theory, I can connect the brains of all humans. Such a ntal network is much stronger than any supercomputer, but I cannot do this."
"Human beings are not computers. Their brains also carry emotional modules. Once their brains are used for calculations, it is likely to affect their emotions or greatly compress their emotional modules, which will cause them to lose their humanity."
Stark said regretfully, "Indeed, this is a problem."
"Professor Charles and I have been doing similar research. If there are results, we will tell you as soon as possible. But in any case, tonight we will try to see if you can enter the base in the dream."
At night, Stark was busy in the laboratory, and Peter sorted out the files on the desktop and said, "Mr. Stark, I'm going back. If it's too late, my aunt will worry."
"Okay, you can go." Stark turned his head and looked at the sky outside. It was actually very late now, but he didn't want to rest at all. He just wanted to finish this project quickly.
Just as he was staring at a model carefully, he felt a wave of drowsiness hit him, and his vision beca a bit blurry. Stark squeezed his eyes hard and rubbed his eye sockets with his hands, trying to make himself more awake.
He felt his breathing slow down and gradually beca a little short of breath. So he found a chair and sat down. Within two seconds, he fell on the experintal table.
Peter, who had returned because he forgot sothing, just saw Stark lying on the table. He walked over and took a closer look, and found that Stark's chest was rising and falling regularly, indicating that he was asleep.
When Peter was about to leave, he heard a voice say to him, "Turn off the lights."
Peter thought it was Stark who spoke, so he walked to the wall and turned off the lights. But when he walked out of the door, he felt that the voice did not sound like Stark's, and it seed that it was not spoken with the mouth, but rather in his mind.
He used his spider sense to sense it, but found nothing unusual. So he thought that Stark was too tired and changed his tone of voice, and didn't take it seriously.
At this ti, Stark found himself in a white space. He took two steps forward and found a beach in his sight. The waves were beating against the coast, making a relaxing sound. At the beach, there was an old mansion, and at the end of the mansion was a lighthouse.
When the light from the lighthouse shone over, Stark instinctively squinted his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a room. Schiller stood up from the sofa in front of the fireplace and said to Stark, "You finally ca."
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