The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 1127 Dr. Fucitold and General Bran

Compared to the optimistic Michelangelo, his brother Donatello was not so optimistic.

"Your so-called solution isn't expecting me to solve the current situation, is it?"

When Donatello asked a probing question, Michelangelo simply gave an awkward yet polite smile.

“You’re overthinking it, Michelangelo. This isn’t like fixing our old toaster; it’s not something I can fix by just connecting a few wires.”

"Um, excuse me for interrupting."

While Donatello was reprimanding Michelangelo, Dr. Fuccitot suddenly interrupted, and only continued speaking when everyone was looking at him.

“I heard you say that you were teleported from Earth. Although I have never heard of this planet, I think I can be of some help with interstellar teleportation.”

Fucittod stretched out his hands to reassure the crowd, and then continued.

"Let's continue with the self-introduction. I am not only the most outstanding scientist on this planet Hahab, but also the most outstanding scientist in the Federal Republic of Hahab. It is for this reason that General Bran, the military leader of the Hahab Federation, has funded me at any cost."

"At first I was very grateful to General Bran, because without him many of my inventions would have had no chance to come to fruition. But after working together for a period of time, I discovered that General Bran was actually a fanatical warmonger."

"Many of my inventions have been used to make dangerous weapons. I haven't made any inventions since that happened. I'm even considering giving up the mental helmet that I've been working on. Oh, this helmet can enhance the human brain, thereby giving people superpowers like telekinesis."

At this point, Fuckey Todd tapped his metal head.

"Then, not long ago, General Bran came to me again. I thought he was there to reprimand me, since I had been receiving his funding but hadn't produced any decent inventions. But that wasn't the case at all."

"General Bran approached me because he was eyeing one of the inventions in my blueprints, a space teleportation device. I originally designed it to allow people to move around in the universe in a safer and more convenient way, but General Bran saw another use for it."

"General Bran wants me to modify the space teleportation device, to turn it into a space weapon. With it, General Bran can safely launch long-range strikes against other planets from home."

A hint of fear crept into Fuckey's emotionless, mechanical voice; his fragmented words sounded like a poorly connected media player.

"If that thing really falls into his hands, war will engulf the entire universe, and countless innocent people will die. So I absolutely cannot agree to it."

“You did the right thing, Dr. Fuckey Todd.” Leonardo nodded, his eyes showing more respect as he looked at the robot before him.

“I didn’t expect you to be such a tough guy who isn’t afraid of power.” Raphael tapped Fukittod’s metal body, making a clanging sound.

"Thanks." Fuckey Todd glanced at the spot where he had been hit. "I'm definitely not hard right now."

"Pfft!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Michelangelo covering his mouth, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

"Sorry... don't mind me, you guys continue." Clearly, a robot "tough guy" had tickled his funny bone, leaving everyone, especially his brothers, feeling helpless.

Only Yang Le didn't think much of it; on the contrary, he felt like he was watching another episode. After all, the main reason he was attracted to Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles when he was a child was because the four turtles had completely different personalities, and the chemistry between them in their daily interactions was something that few other animations could achieve.

“Uh, okay.” Fucittod blinked his electronic eyes. “Where were we? Oh right!”

Fuckey Todd tapped his head and continued, "After I refused him, General Bran was naturally furious, but because Hahabi is extremely concerned about the human rights of citizens, no matter how angry he was, he couldn't lay a hand on me."

'Really?' Yang Le thought to himself. 'Tanks are driving around the streets, and there's more than one! You're telling me you care about human rights?'

However, Yang Le's internal monologue did not reach Fuckey's ears, so the latter's mouth did not stop.

"However, perhaps it was fate playing tricks. A few days after I rejected General Bran, a torrential downpour, the likes of which were rare in many years, occurred. I still vividly remember the lightning and thunder at that time."

"Oh, sorry, I digress. Because of the heavy rain, there was a problem with the electrical box outside my lab, and I asked my robot, Selberta, to fix it."

"But Salberta got tangled in the power lines washed away by the rain. I had no choice but to brave the heavy rain to rescue him. Just then, a bolt of lightning struck both Salberta and me."

"At this moment, I was wearing the mental helmet that was under development. The electric current stimulated the helmet, greatly enhancing my mental state. The entanglement of the wires connected me with Salberta."

"After the thunder, my physical body was destroyed by the power of nature, but miraculously my spirit was transferred into Serberta's body, turning me into a digital life form."

Fuckey Todd gently stroked his current mechanical body.

"It's true that fortune and misfortune are intertwined. Although I was pleasantly surprised to survive, the troubles that followed made me feel that I would have preferred to die."

Fuckey Todd spoke with such conviction that no one present thought he was lying. The Turtles wondered what could have prompted the scientist to have this idea.

"Just as I guessed, General Bran had been secretly monitoring me, and after I melted with Selberta, he sent troops to arrest me, also because of the laws of the Hahabi Federation, where robots are not entitled to human rights."

"No matter who I was in the past, as long as I am still in this mechanical body, Hahab's laws cannot protect me, which is why I was hunted down by General Bran until I met you."

"I see," Leonardo exclaimed after hearing the story. "What a dramatic experience."

“Guys, I have an idea.” Michelangelo had a sudden inspiration, but was elbowed by Raphael next to him.

"Hey, what are you doing, Raphael?"

"We're still on the run, so you'd better stop trying to play tricks on us."

“Don’t rush, Mr. Raphael,” Yang Le said, holding the two of them back. “Let’s hear what Mr. Michelangelo has to say. After all, what we might lack right now is some wild imagination to break the status quo.”

(End of this chapter)