Very good, the underlying code of the New World Project is running normally, the virtual memory overlay was also very successful.
Colt." Alisa lightly patted Colt's shoulder, "The doctor is asking you a question.
Colt looked up and found that all the doctors were looking at him. He traced back the audio archives in his brain to find the question that had just been asked.
The doctor is asking if you want to stay in the hospital for observation, or go home?
Colt displayed his phone screen: 【Go home】
The doctors briefed the parents, stating that while Colt was very healthy, his lower left wisdom tooth was growing horizontally and needed to be extracted before it pushed against the molar in front of it. Colt's Super Brain made its presence felt at this moment, automatically surfacing images of the wisdom tooth extraction: anesthesia, an incision in the gums, drills, hammers, pliers.. half an hour if you're lucky, two hours if you're not.
I remember refreshing Alfred's hair, I remember refreshing Jason's mental state, I remember refreshing Timothy's spleen and removing his impacted wisdom tooth.. why did I forget to refresh my own wisdom tooth!
Colt really wanted to slap his past self.
Joseph went to see the doctor, so Colt did not ask Alisa to support him and stood up on his own.
His body was fine; he was just like an astronaut who had spent too much time in space, unable to adjust to Earth's gravity. After all, the Ghost field started as a vacuum, he needed to breathe before air would appear; gravity was negligible, most of the time he was simply floating, relying on his Spiritual Power to create a floor to walk on.
Colt missed his Flying Skateboard; perhaps a flying wheelchair would have been even better.
Colt kicked a bed, then a wall, nearly crashed into the door.
Joseph placed his hand between Colt's forehead and the door, looking at Colt with a disapproving gaze, lowered his voice: "I told you, don't run around the house like this."
Colt didn't want it to be like this either.
In the past, he had always used spiritual power reflections to build environmental models in his mind and then used spiritual power to pave the way. It seemed like he was walking on his own, but in reality, it was like riding an elevator; he simply couldn't get used to having his legs coordinate with his eyes to walk!
Under Alisa's worried gaze, Colt refused Joseph's help, insisting on going to the toilet and changing his clothes by himself.
The private ward was like a luxury apartment, with a separate wet and dry bathroom area and even a bathtub.
Colt locked Joseph outside the door.
He didn't go to the restroom, nor was he in a hurry to change his clothes; instead, he stood before the mirror, observing himself in the reflection.
It had been a long time since he last looked at himself in a mirror.
Spiritual Power feedback could simulate the appearance of one's own facial features in the mind, the colors of the eyes and lips could be rendered according to RGB values. Combined with the holographic avatar Timothy had crafted, Colt had a concept of his own appearance. However, seeing himself appear in the mirror felt truly strange, like a horror movie.. No, before, it actually was a horror movie.
Colt waved at the mirror and touched his face, the person in the mirror made the exact same movements as him.
It was just like standing in front of a virtual projection that mirrored his every move.
Colt brushed back his bangs; his hair had a messy look, as if he had used hair gel, but in reality, he just hadn't washed it in a few days. His silver hair had a lustrous grayish-white tone rather than being pure white, his eyebrows were very distinct, the color of his eyelashes was not jarring.
Colt breathed a sigh of relief.
He had always been worried that he would be like an albino, looking transparent, fragile, weak. Fortunately, although his complexion was light, his skin was far too pale, but overall he was quite sunny, his violet eyes were not cloudy.
Colt leaned closer to the mirror.
His face was very clean; although it was a bit flushed, it looked full of vitality, his lip color was so vibrant it could only be described as healthy. It was normal for teenagers in the West to look as delicate as a flower; in a few years, once that freshness faded but the bone structure remained, he would be purely handsome.
Colt was very satisfied with his looks; being handsome was very important, just as important as Colt's Super Brain.
Dad is knocking on the door outside.
Colt washed his hands and began changing his clothes.
It was a simple movement, with his brain calculating the required force and angle, but he underestimated his own physical coordination. Colt was overconfident, attempting to pull on his pants while standing on one leg without holding onto anything, as a result, his foot slipped and he fell.
Finally, Joseph helped him get dressed.
Colt had a smile on his face, but in his heart, he was going crazy: Ah, I'm so not used to being a cripple!
..
Dean Thomas personally saw them out of the hospital.
There were several people with different temperaments in the underground parking lot.
Colt instinctively reached into his pocket, but there was nothing there. He had just realized that he had lost his advantage as a Ghost, in his anxiety, Colt's Super Brain used the feedback from those people's clothing to determine that they were from the Secret Service.
The Secret Service's scope of responsibility seems to only include protecting the President, the First Lady, their children under the age of sixteen; does the new law stipulate that the President's father is also under the protection of the Secret Service?
On the way back, Alisa chattered away, talking about the changes in Gotham.
These were all kind words, sounding like praise for how wonderful Colt had done; it felt even more rewarding than completing a 100,000-piece model kit!
Colt flashed a satisfied smile when he noticed Joseph peeking through the rearview mirror and making a (＾－＾)V gesture; Alisa also leaned in to make a (＾－＾)V gesture, Joseph made a finger heart with his thumb and index finger.
Hmph, that heart gesture was for Alisa; Dad never used to make heart gestures for him!
Colt looked out the window; the sunlight was beautiful, the air was fresh.
The green belts were planted with roses, a few scattered buds had already bloomed. They were red and yellow, with each flower being as large as a bowl, making one want to take them home.
Just as Colt had thought that, he saw a passerby snap off some flowers, only to be caught by a patrolling sanitation worker. After scanning the person's ID code and discovering it was a second offense, the worker issued a fifty-dollar fine.
Colt didn't pull his head back inside the window until the car turned the corner and he could no longer see the little urban scene of someone being fined for stealing flowers.
The "Urban Greening Ordinance" he had established was actually being enforced: a single warning for damaging city trees and flowers, followed by a fine or six hours of community service as a gardener for repeat offenders. After that Gothamite was caught, he didn't pull a gun; instead, he pulled out 100 dollars and asked if he could just take the whole tree, roots and all.
He is someone who knows his stuff.
Although Colt used the Edit to plant the greenery, in the municipal financial reports, a single giant rose seedling costs 5 dollars; once you add manual planting and maintenance, the cost to grow it to full bloom is approximately 100 dollars.
Colt found it very interesting.
Outside the car window, the crowns of the roadside trees formed a canopy, creating a shaded avenue where no utility poles or crisscrossing wires could be seen; instead, there were only rows of buildings standing side by side, most people's faces were filled with smiles.
Boulder Plaza was crowded with people, as if some kind of rally was being held; a giant screen in the center of the plaza was playing Bruce's speech.
Scientists discovered a wormhole at the edge of the Solar System, probes have confirmed that the wormhole leads to a habitable galaxy. The wormhole belongs to all of humanity and is being jointly developed by nations across the world; humanity is on the verge of entering the interstellar era.
The crowd at the assembly erupted in a tsunami of cheers.
Colt clenched his fists, his eyes shining as bright as if they were filled with stars.
Chapter 73
Oak Tree Manor has undergone a massive transformation. The dilapidated buildings have vanished, replaced by a private estate filled with flowering trees and fruit orchards, alongside the lake at the foot of the hill. This season, crops such as mulberries, loquats, cherries, nectarines are ripe, with robots and drones shuttling about to tend to the grounds.
This land originally belonged to the Wayne family, but Colt turned it into his own dream manor; this was his greatest selfish desire while creating the New World Project.
Ghost and Robin Bird House still stood, with a corner of an envelope peeking out from the mailbox in front of the house; the owner was not home, there was no one to collect the mail.
The villa of Little Reed's family had been completely renovated, with no trace left of the destruction caused by the mutated plants. The perimeter wall, composed of Red Robin shrubs, was trimmed neatly, as the weather warmed, the red leaves turned green. There wasn't a single weed on the lawn, birds chirped in the large oak tree.
Colt stared at the oak tree.
"The Robin Bird was taken to Kansas to play by the youngest son of the Wayne family." Joseph parked the car at the entrance and moved the wheelchair out.
Colt refused help and moved himself out of the car. He tugged on Joseph's sleeve, pointed to his head, then pointed to his ear.
Where is the Quantum Terminal? Where is the hearing aid? Even a special mobile phone with a Flying Skateboard summoning function will do!
Joseph acted as if he couldn't understand, following Alisa's instructions, putting Colt into a wheelchair and forcing him into the bathroom to take a bath.
Well, taking a bath is also very important.
Colt suppressed his impatience and obediently washed himself clean with Joseph's help. He changed into the pajamas Alisa had bought; they were a soft pink color, with rabbit ears on the hood and a fluffy pom-pom tail on the back, a style similar to what he used to wear before he was eight.
Colt gestured in sign language: [Does Mom know I'm eighteen?]
"Be patient, in her memory, you were still a child just a few days ago." Joseph put Colt back into the wheelchair and pushed him downstairs for dinner.
Joseph gave Colt no time to look for his phone, nor did the elevator ride give him the chance to open the hidden panel and enter the basement.
Lunch was very cozy.
Alisa's cooking was much better than Joseph's; she had used sauce to draw hearts on the steamed egg, the porridge was served in a very cute panda bowl.
Colt looked at the children's meal in front of him, then at the rice balls and vegetables in front of Joseph.
"You haven't eaten in several days, so you can only eat things that are easy to digest for now. In a few days, Mommy will make you something delicious again," Alisa said, her voice filled with caution.
Colt smiled at his mother and refused to be fed, instead picking up the spoon and taking large bites. Alisa hurriedly told him to slow down, warning him that it was too hot, but he was too fast. Colt was already sticking his tongue out from the heat and hurriedly snatched the ice water in front of Joseph to drink, only to be reminded by Alisa that his stomach was too fragile for ice water and that he wasn't allowed to chew on ice cubes..
With just one more person, the house became as lively as a real home.
After the meal, Joseph was responsible for clearing the tableware and cleaning the kitchen, Alisa took the leftovers to the courtyard to feed the birds, Colt was responsible for the post-meal fruit.
Peaches cut into small star shapes, cherries with the stems removed, loquats peeled and pitted, with a ring of strawberries around the edge of the fruit platter, garnished with a few water-beaded mulberries.
The news was playing on the television, featuring a live broadcast of the trial flight of the Interstellar Warp Ship from the Mars base.
Colt bit into the fruit, pushing his wheelchair to practice walking while scanning every face in the live broadcast with his eyes, attempting to find Timothy.
The doorbell rang, Alisa enthusiastically invited the guest inside, even calling them "child," as if she were very familiar with the visitor.
There were no neighbors nearby; had Alisa made a new friend in just ten days?
Colt was feeling curious when he heard a familiar voice.
I heard Colt has woken up.
It's Timothy!
Colt pushed the wheelchair toward the entrance, only seeing the top of a head.
It really is Timothy!
Not even a single strand of hair would be enough; Colt would still be able to recognize Timothy.
Colt wanted to run, but the safety features on the hospital's wheelchair were so poorly made that he tripped, he was about to fall face-first.
"My nose! I don't want my first impression to be a bloody nose!" Colt instantly simulated hundreds of first-aid plans, but his limbs were so clumsy that he couldn't execute even one; his mind was filled only with the image of himself falling and bleeding from his nose.
A shadow suddenly slid beneath him, a warm chest replacing the hard floor, the cumbersome wheelchair was kicked aside. Colt's nose was fine, but his forehead had struck a hard chin, the pain made him gasp.
Timothy held him carefully, one hand stroking his forehead, his voice slightly hoarse and both familiar and strange: "Does it hurt a lot? Are you feeling dizzy?"
Listening with his ears, the emotions in the voice seemed even clearer.
Colt heard tenderness, pity, surprise, nervousness, a love that could make one intoxicated from the brief words.
That's too much; no one would get a concussion from an impact of that magnitude!
Colt refuted this in his mind, but his brain calculated Timothy's running speed based on the distance from where he fell to the doorway and the time of the fall, concluding that if Timothy participated in the Olympic sprints, he would be suspected of being an android substitute runner.
Great, the Super Brain isn't broken.