civilwarnovels Chapter 3557 Edge of Tomorrow (3)
Chapter 3557 Edge of Tomorrow (3)
Chapter 3557 Edge of Tomorrow (Part )
Gotham University. In the Faculty Club.
Schiller slowly arranged the cards in front of him, took a glass of wine from the waiter, calculated Victor's points in his mind, and thought about the timing of flipping the cards.
The most popular poker game in Gotham is called "Dock Poker", a variation of Texas Hold'em, and a game of guessing points and comparing the size. It is called Dock Poker because it originated from the porters at the docks.
Teachers' clubs also often play this kind of cards, but this group of highly educated intellectuals are all very smart, so they can't win by luck alone. It's mainly a psychological game.
Schiller was a professor of psychology and was well versed in psychoanalysis. Logically, he should have been able to win easily, but his luck was so bad that no matter how many skills he had, he couldn't make full use of them.
Moreover, the other professors were no pushovers, knowing that Schiller could analyze their psychology, and their acting skills were comparable to those of Oscar winners, not only in facial expressions and movements, but also in psychological emotions. Coupled with Schiller's extremely bad luck, he often lost more than he won.
Seeing Victor pull out a straight flush, Schiller sighed. He had already drawn three pairs in a row, and they were not big pairs, but each time he was a few points behind Victor. Today was another day of failure.
Schiller gathered the cards together and threw them in the middle of the table. He took a sip of cold wine and felt better.
The first floor of the club is divided into two areas. On the right hand side of the door is the card playing area, and on the left hand side is the rest area. Schiller and Victor stood up and walked towards the rest area one after the other.
As soon as I walked over, I heard some noisy noises. The professors sitting there seemed to be arguing about something.
Schiller and his friends walked over and sat on the sofa by the window. They asked the waiter next to them for a towel to wipe their hands. Schiller was ready to close his eyes and take a nap.
Unexpectedly, Victor suddenly touched his arm and signaled him with his eyes to look at the TV.
Schiller glanced over and saw some people gathered on the sofa in front of the TV, discussing something in low voices.
Schiller didn't pay much attention, but he saw a green bald head appear on the TV screen and seemed to hear faint sounds like "Brainiac".
Schiller sighed softly. He had a premonition that the peaceful life he had just enjoyed for just two days was about to leave him again.
The phone vibrated twice. Schiller took it out of his pocket and saw a message from Harley on the screen:
"Professor, are you free? I have a part-time job here, would you like to do it?"
"What part-time job? Helping you collect rent?"
"The interview will be at the beverage store outside Gotham University. By the way, if Professor Freese is here, call him as well."
Putting down the phone, Schiller looked at Victor and said, "Harry said she wanted to find a part-time job for the two of us. Are you interested?"
Victor's eyes lit up immediately. Schiller smiled and said, "It seems that she noticed that you are short of money recently."
Speaking of money, Victor sighed, "You don't know how much it costs to raise a child until you have one. Just taking Billy to check his bone problems has cost Nora and I most of our savings. The several projects I have on hand will not be paid for another two months, and I am worried about where to get some money for an emergency."
"I can lend you some, but I don't have much." Schiller shook his head and said, "Our new mayor's tax policy is both retro and advanced. Most of my working capital has been invested in the store, and I don't see any hope of getting my money back yet."
"What kind of part-time job can Harley have? It's not like she's going to the Young Avengers' headquarters to serve tea and water, right?" Victor said as he stood up. "Then I'm willing to do that. It's better than arguing with those project owners."
"Let's go check it out," Schiller said. "There aren't many part-time jobs we can do at the same time. I hope it's not for me to settle the bill."
The two walked slowly out of the school. It was the blue hour when the sky just got dark, and the last bit of orange was smeared on the road. When I stared at it, my eyes seemed to suddenly become insane, and everything I saw became intense.
They arrived at the door of the beverage store outside the school and waited for a few minutes before Harley got out of a sports car and waved to them.
It was closing time at the drink shop, and after the clerk left, Harley turned over the sign at the door and invited the two into the store.
Schiller glanced at the sign on the counter. It seemed to be a new flavor that had just been launched. The picture of grapes covered with water droplets on it was mouth-watering. But when Harley asked him if he wanted a drink, he shook his head faster than a rattle.
Schiller and Victor each had a cup of hot tea, and Harley made herself a large cup of iced tea, took a deep sip, let out a long breath, and then leaned back on the sofa.
"Did you watch the live broadcast on TV?" Harley asked, "There was a green-skinned guy who looked very impressive. He said he could feed all human beings fairly. What do you think?"
Schiller didn't pay attention to Brainiac's live broadcast, but after Harley said it, he could roughly guess what tricks this guy was playing.
Brainiac is said to have a level 12 intelligence, making him the smartest being in the universe. Compared to cosmic overlords like Darkseid, this guy prefers to show off his intelligence. If he can outsmart someone, he will not resort to force at the first opportunity.
It seems that he has seized the weakness of the global depression and started to paint a rosy picture for ordinary people.
“I wasn’t paying attention,” Victor said. “I had a straight flush that time, so I didn’t care what they said.”
Harley looked a little helpless, and her expression and eyes seemed to be saying, "I've had enough of you two old fogies."
She briefly recounted what Brainiac had said and done, then looked at the two of them with some curiosity and asked, "What do you think?"
"How about what?"
"This is the plan he mentioned. Using the ultimate artificial intelligence to distribute global resources and achieve true fairness."
"If he wasn't so smart, I could believe him a little bit," Schiller said, "but he is also an intelligent being with emotions. How can he be better than those rich people?"
"That's right," Victor agreed. "He has his own feelings, his own interests, and naturally he will be greedy. If you expect him to make selfless contributions to mankind, you'd better go to bed as soon as possible. Dreams can give you everything."
"You think he can't do it?"
"Given his ability, he can certainly do it, but he won't do it because it won't do him any good. Unfortunately, not everyone can see this clearly," Schiller said.
"Well, the Justice League is off duty."
"what?"
"The Justice League's official website just sent out a notice that they have resolved the previous disaster and are now going on vacation. Let us fend for ourselves."
"Not surprising," Schiller said, though he sighed.
"Don't you think they have no sense of responsibility?"
"They're just smart," Schiller said with a smile. "If they fail all the time, no one will have high expectations of them, and if there are any flaws later, people will just think that this is what Justice League is like."
"There was a big argument on the official website," Harley sighed, leaning back, bending her arms, and moving her shoulders. "Some people think Brainiac has a point. It's unfair that some people have so much more money than them. If Brainiac can step up and take charge of the situation, then it's okay for him to rule the earth."
"Some people think that those who are not of our species must have different hearts. This guy is full of nonsense and cannot be trusted at all. The Justice League should eliminate this hateful alien as soon as possible."
"Some people also think that perhaps the Justice League can cooperate with Brainiac, borrow his computing power, reorganize the order of the earth, and give the poor more living space."
"Someone else has texted Brainiac, asking him what he thinks about a certain race, group, or type of person, but it seems that no one has responded yet."
"Some people even sent him text messages, saying that if he could eliminate a certain type of people, they would support him in ruling the earth. This of course caused dissatisfaction among many people."
"People are angry but also panicked. They hope someone can step up and take charge of the situation. But the Justice League is really on holiday. No one can be reached by phone. Even the consultation and complaint hotline of the Luthor Group cannot be reached."
"It's not ordinary people who are anxious," Schiller said slowly. "If Brainiac does what he said, the worst result will be that things will remain the same. On the contrary, if Brainiac really does that, the poor people will have a chance to turn things around."
"Yes, the most anxious one right now is Congress," Harley said, taking a big sip of her drink. "They have shut down the text messaging channel and asked everyone not to text Brainiac."
Victor couldn't help laughing, "It's a bit like accusing the fire department of trespassing."
"Is this all they did?" Although Schiller had expected this, he was still amazed.
"That's about right, but many governments do this. Some even completely block the news, so ordinary people don't know anything at all."
"Is the part-time job you mentioned related to this?" Schiller asked.
Harry nodded, suddenly looking a little excited. She put her hands on the table and shook the ice in the cup, making a "crackling" sound.
"Don't you think we should have an organization?"
"what?"
"It's an organization for bad guys! There's one in every universe!" Harley patted the table and said, "Injustice League! Task Force X! Crime Syndicate! Super cool, okay?!"
Schiller couldn't help but roll his eyes slightly.
"First of all, I'm not a bad guy," Schiller said, holding up a finger. "Secondly, the fighting world is for all universes to exchange development experiences, not for you to take the dregs from them."
Harry slowly stretched out five fingers.
"Annual salary: $50."
"These names are too ugly. Let's pick a new one."
She gave too much.