Marvel Salted Fish Kryptonian

The return to Los Angeles was uneventful.

Jean Grey, the Phoenix, had already left before entering the airport. If her abilities were properly developed, she would truly be omnipotent, so there was no need to worry about her.

Perhaps only Scarlet Witch at the full power of Chaos could be compared; neither of them was strong enough to be contained by rules. In comparison, even Superman would have to reach a certain stage of development before he could possibly contend.

However, the mutants in this world are not only condoned by the US government, but also well protected by Professor X and Magneto.

As external pressure grows, internal resilience also increases. And vice versa. When those two mountain-like umbrellas shield the mutants from most storms, what they gain in return is the weakening of the entire group, not awakening.

Apart from anything else, the abilities of this world's X-Men members were nowhere near the level of their comic book counterparts. They all seemed to rely on instinct, undeveloped.

But from another perspective, this is also a good thing. At least the relationship between mutants and the government has not reached the point of confrontation. The world is also much more peaceful because of this...

God knows how long this statement can last, Henry is very confident about it.

After unloading the luggage he had brought back from Switzerland from the taxi, Old Gary, who loved to sunbathe on the street, was still dressed in his coquettish attire, his lipstick still a flashy purple. He immediately spotted Henry who had returned.

Old Gary walked up to Henry with a graceful gait and looked him over. "Oh, so you're planning on moving back in. I thought you were going to keep renting my house to feed mosquitoes. I was wondering if I should talk to those mosquitoes about raising the rent."

"Hey, you old ass, you're giving me a warning as soon as I get back. I'm going to buy a few pounds of Mexican devil peppers and make a pot of spicy chicken to help you clean out your stomach. Are you still constipated? I promise to even pull out your intestines."

"Woo, kid, relax. Old Gary is a good landlord. The best proof is that he didn't pry open your lock and rented the house to someone else." The coquettish old tenant boasted to himself.

Then they both laughed and gave each other a manly hug. No one made the foolish move of moving their hands to their hips.

After greeting him, Old Gary started carrying the lighter items and helped Henry carry them upstairs. He then asked, "You're coming back to live here. Did you find out about anything with Audrey Hepburn?"

Henry said in surprise: “Is there no news here yet?”

"No, there was no other news except for the news at the beginning of the month about Mother Teresa's call for prayer."

"Then there will probably be a report in a few days." Henry didn't think there was anything to hide about this matter. After all, it was already in the newspapers in Europe. It was only the United States that was a little slow to catch up. So he said:

"Ms. Hepburn passed away on the evening of the 20th. Her funeral was held on the 24th and she was buried in the Tolochenaz Cemetery in the small Swiss town of Trochenaz."

"Wow, that wasn't just two days ago. You're being sent back now?" Old Gary made an exaggerated expression of surprise.

Henry said, "Come on, I'm just Ms. Audrey Hepburn's assistant, not their housekeeper. Since I don't plan to follow her to heaven and continue to serve her, then what does her family's affairs and her two children have to do with me?"

"That's right. You've only been working for Audrey Hepburn for less than two years. You probably aren't that familiar with her family," Old Gary said gratefully. "But you've picked the perfect time to leave Los Angeles temporarily."

"What do you mean?" Henry asked in confusion.

"What happened last year caused quite a stir in the United States. Didn't you notice?"

"You're not talking about that group of... uh, that big incident. The one that caused smoke of war all over the United States." Henry thought of the news content he occasionally noticed when he was in New York.

Old Gary complained dissatisfiedly, "That's the one. A black man on parole from Madfake was portrayed as a victim by a group of malicious media reporters for resisting arrest and assaulting a police officer, giving those black people a reason to cause trouble."

"What started as a protest quickly turned into a riot, with protesters clashing with police. Then some people started vandalizing white-owned shops and stealing their merchandise.

"Then the whole thing just got out of control. It was like the black community was venting their long-accumulated frustrations. Not only did they target the white owners, they also looted a lot of Asian-owned stores.

"Do you know how crazy those days were? Not only were the blacks making trouble, but even the Mexicans from the South were sneaking in to join in the fun. There was robbery, rape, murder, and arson. There was so much going on that I almost thought I was in Chicago at the turn of the century.

"Luckily, we were close to the Brazilian neighborhood, so we didn't have any issues with the Mexicans or the blacks, so we held them off. But the most ferocious counterattack came from Korean Street. I heard they formed their own militia to defend themselves, killing and injuring quite a few people."

"In the end, it was only with the deployment of the military and the support of law enforcement officers across the United States that the situation was suppressed. But although there have been no major riots, sporadic small-scale disturbances have continued to this day.

"So, even though you've come back now and avoided the worst of the commotion in the middle of last year, the streets aren't as peaceful now as they were before you became Audrey Hepburn's assistant. You'd better be careful about your safety."

"I appreciate your advice. Thank you." Henry opened the door. The two of them moved their belongings inside and placed them on the open space inside the house.

Even though he was carrying the lightest piece of Henry's luggage, Old Gary was still out of breath. But he still didn't give up complaining, as if he had been holding it in for a long time.

He said: "I've heard people say black people are stupid all my life, and this time I finally saw it. The news has been clarified, but they are like blind people, still clinging to the old news."

"Haha." Henry said, "The truth has never been important. They just want to find a justification for their actions. Besides, for many people, what is done is done, and what is stolen is stolen.

"If you realize you were wrong later, you can apologize, return the things, and then all your mistakes will be wiped out. It's better to just keep going and give everyone the illusion that you are right.

"As long as enough people make mistakes and he's not the most serious one, there's a chance he'll escape legal punishment. So you say black people are stupid? I think they're too smart."

Chapter 205 Goals and Regrets

Seeing that Old Gary was about to continue, Henry quickly interrupted him and said, "Come to my place for dinner tonight. I have to clean up the house and buy food first. Tonight, I want to ask you about the news in Los Angeles this year."

Old Gary thought for a moment and said, "Okay, let's talk tonight."

"Let's talk tonight." Henry nodded.

After the charming landlord left, Henry rolled up his sleeves and cleaned the house quickly.

Even though he had spent the previous year or so traveling around the world with Audrey Hepburn, Henry would occasionally sneak back to Los Angeles to do some cleaning and upload some data or programs under CK's name.

The computer I brought to Switzerland was the Stark i486 that I had bought first, and the screen was also a large-butt CRT screen available on the market.

One of the reasons why I didn't give up the rental house in Los Angeles is that in addition to the audio equipment in the house, I also need a place to put the hand-made server-level computer.

While it wasn't as powerful as those supercomputers built with massive funding from corporate consortiums, Henry was confident that this hand-built server was several generations ahead of commercially available computers. It would last until the new century, at least.

This is an experimental computer designed to build its own ecosystem, serve as an operating environment, and provide multitasking. It has four CPUs installed, with room for expansion.

You don’t have to think about how to develop the hardware yourself. Just follow the future progress and make something that is roughly usable.

When we reach a bottleneck, we'll try to find a way to break through quantum computer technology. Now, we're not in a rush to achieve it all at once, so we can give ourselves some technical reserves.

The most important part of the software is the operating system.

In 82, Apple's Lisa launched the window interface trend, saving it from being eliminated by the wealthy IBM. The previous year, in 1992, Microsoft also launched Windows 3.1, a window software based on the DOS environment.

Two years later, in 1995, Windows 95 would be released, revolutionizing the personal computer ecosystem. Computer use would enter a new era.

Henry had no intention of snatching away this immense wealth. Because any product of the era is not something that someone can just invent and then sit back and collect money from.

There are countless forces and obstacles behind the scenes, and countless people wanting a piece of the action. How to stand out from the crowd is the secret of those who succeed.

As Edison famously said: 'Genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent perspiration.'

The effort here is not the kind of blind effort of burying your head in work, but includes the establishment of personal connections, bargaining in the business world, defending rights legally, etc. It belongs to a higher level and a broader direction of "effort".

Obviously, in Edison's eyes, these things were more important! Only elementary school teachers would tell such hardworking fairy tales as "After experimenting with a thousand materials, I found that tungsten filament was the most suitable for light bulb wicks."

As for the following sentence, it's just someone who hopes that ordinary people will use their cleverness and not compete with them in the business world. If there are too many challengers, and someone comes along from time to time to ruin the business, wouldn't a profitable business be ruined?

So they love to use the "gold will always shine" refrain to appease those naive mindsets. But the underlying message is, just wait until the next life. After all, shining in the next life is still shining, and they're not wrong.

The point is! This is the Marvel Universe, a place full of superpowered beings, aliens, and mutants.

What's the point for a Kryptonian cat like me to compete with a bunch of Jews in Silicon Valley and Wall Street?

Being a minor actor in Hollywood can be justified by saying that it is a way to experience life and see the glamour of Hollywood.

It’s really worse to rob than to work on Wall Street... Even though that financial world is darker and more corrupt, I have no interest in things that I’m not interested in.

Henry wanted to do something different: to release a Linux window system early, under the premise of open source sharing. He also wanted to use as little performance as possible to provide a good user experience and lower the barrier to entry for Linux users.

Simply put, it means being the one who ruins the pot.

Don't ask what the purpose of doing this is. The answer is to maintain the selfless performance of the CK name and show the style of a faceless boss.

Henry didn't want to care about the consequences that this would bring to the entire emerging technology industry that was struggling to monetize but couldn't.

It's not his responsibility to maintain world peace, let alone world order! He didn't use hacking technology to cause destruction, and the world should be grateful to the name CK.

But…while cleaning isn't a big problem for Henry, who possesses super speed, considering that the purpose of technology is to make life more convenient and easier, perhaps I could develop a suitable household robot?

Go to the junkyard to find parts or raw materials, and use Kryptonian abilities to process them. That's how the server in the house was handcrafted. Building a robot shouldn't be a big problem.

There's no need for advanced AI control; just standard automated programming is fine. For example, a robot vacuum cleaner is undoubtedly much simpler to build than a humanoid robot that can dance or mimic human movements.

This way, when I'm not at home, there will still be someone responsible for maintaining the cleanliness of my house, even if it's a robot. And the future goal is to make this Kryptonian live the life of a useless person!

Although this goal seemed odd, Henry didn't find it difficult to achieve. He still had no idea what he was supposed to do on a daily basis.

In fact, if Henry were to say if there was any regret during this period, he did discover one thing, that is, no matter how powerful the Kryptonians are, they still cannot defeat the God of Death without proper learning and training.

Whether it was an accident or an attack, Henry could choose to deal with it in a high-profile or low-profile manner if he wanted.

Although most of the time, the fastest solution is not necessarily the best solution. So when the super brain calls for the use of super power to clear the level, Henry will usually think about whether there is a more appropriate approach at the moment.

But when faced with illness and aging, your current self will be of no use.

Although Audrey Hepburn did not grow old, all the stages of her life, from health to illness and finally death, were played out in front of Henry.

So, do you want to study medicine?

In reality, I already have the medical knowledge, but I just lack clinical experience. To get into medical school, I need to complete my education from childhood to adulthood, or at least take an exam to prove my academic qualifications.

Then, going through internship and residency, hoping to become an authority in a certain field one day, is like going back to the old days of working as a cow or a horse, just in a different environment.

This would waste too much time. On the one hand, this was not what Henry wanted.

Is there a shortcut? This question inevitably appeared in Henry's mind.

Chapter 206 Recent Situation in Los Angeles

On the dining table, there was a feast of fish, meat, tofu and vegetables. Not only did Henry feast on it, but old Gary also enjoyed the meal after a long time.

Henry swept up most of the food. He had been told to eat grass every day in Switzerland, considering the lady's light taste and physical condition. How could he not take revenge?

Old Gary, who had come in to eat, brought a bottle of bourbon. After they finished their meal, Henry piled the dishes in the sink. He turned on the long-unused sound system, turned it down to its lowest setting, and used it as background music.

He poured whiskey glasses for both of them. Old Gary let out a long sigh as the alcohol drained out, but his tone was more normal. He wasn't as flirtatious as usual, and his words were no longer as grim.

Old Gary said, "Damn it, it's been ages since I've had a good meal like this."

"It can't be that bad. Even if your cooking skills are poor, there are delicious places out there, they're just a bit more expensive. Los Angeles may not be a food capital, but with a customer base with incredible spending power, there's no shortage of talented chefs opening restaurants."

Old Gary rolled his eyes and said, "It seems you haven't been back for a long time. In the past, in Los Angeles at night, as long as you didn't go to those gang-related neighborhoods, you wouldn't get into any trouble. Things are different now."

Henry frowned and asked, "Is the situation so bad?"

Old Gary said angrily: "Animals that have eaten humans cannot survive, but humans cannot be treated in this way. The government seemed to have suppressed the riots with tough measures, but in the final disposal, it was weak and made many concessions to the black people.

"They even punished police officers who were doing their job. I can't help but wonder if in the future, if a black person commits a murder, as long as they insist that their skin color is black, they can use the excuse that white people discriminate against them and forcefully convict them, and thus acquit them."

Henry shrugged and said, "There's nothing we can do about it. Biologically, the introduction of an alien species into a region will inevitably trigger a corresponding chain reaction. When white people brought black people from Africa to America as slaves, they were destined to bear the consequences today."

"Those damn black people," Old Gary cursed, then added, "Anyway, the streets of Los Angeles these days, except for downtown and the wealthy areas, are pretty much the same everywhere else. It's best not to go out alone at night."

"Will we be robbed?" Henry asked curiously.

Old Gary replied, "Even if you weren't robbed, don't you see how arrogant those black people are? As long as you look like someone who can be bullied, they'll have fun with you. As for what will happen in the end, I can only say that no matter what happens, it won't be surprising."

After hearing this, Henry didn't want to ask the police why they didn't do anything about it.

Although the Los Angeles riots last year were suppressed by the joint efforts of the military and law enforcement agencies, the incident itself ended up damaging the credibility of the police. This is not the kind of situation where petty thieves will restrain themselves after a crackdown.

So instead of blaming the blacks for being too demanding, it is better to say that the Los Angeles government gave this opportunity, and if the black community does not take advantage of it, it would be a waste of their natural intelligence.

Although he hadn't yet made up his mind to go back and get involved, Henry still asked, "What about Hollywood? Is it the same situation?"

"Ha, you're really underestimating the group of Jewish guys who dominate Hollywood. Besides raising funds and running their own little circles, those black people still want to get their hands on this top-tier pie? What the hell are you dreaming of?"

Come to think of it, from jazz and soul music to contemporary rap, it is a circle established by black people and with their own customized rules.

The eight major arts in Western culture have always been based on white people's values.

Especially in Hollywood, the world of fame and fortune, a bunch of black people speaking with a lisp and holding guns, dreaming of intervening in it, will probably end up in pieces. Comparing their hearts to those real bosses? These black people from Africa are not even up to par.

Even in the political era of Black Lives Matter, there were only a few movies with relatively black bloodlines that proved themselves at the box office, which made Hollywood, which blindly believed in trends, think that the era of black people had arrived.

But this did not shake the support of those at the top, it just made the voices and proportion of black people in the film more and more.

As long as black people can no longer prove themselves through box office success, they will be abandoned by Hollywood again, just like generations of abandoned superstars.

"So, I want to go back to being an actor?" Henry muttered to himself.

"What? Do you have other plans?" Old Gary thought for a moment and said, "You've been with Audrey Hepburn for over a year, and you haven't inherited any connections from her? Or maybe she agreed to help you pave the way and introduce you to some great directors. Didn't you satisfy her?"

"Fuck! Gary, that's too much." Henry complained a little angrily.

Old Gary raised his hands in surrender and said directly, "My bad."

Henry then said seriously, "I did attend several fundraising events with Ms. Hepburn and met a lot of people. But that circle isn't exclusive to Hollywood, and it's too high-end. I was just a transparent assistant, and I couldn't communicate with those people.

"Even if I were to use Audrey Hepburn's name to scam people today, it wouldn't be of much use now that she's passed away. Besides, she has children in the film industry, so it's not my turn to intervene."

"That's right. Then why didn't you go to live with her child?" asked Old Gary.

Henry replied, "Sean is mainly involved in the European film industry. European films are struggling, so what's the point of going there? Besides, who would support their mother's former assistant? Wouldn't it be better to have someone with the resources and investment prospects?"

"That's true," Old Gary exclaimed. He then helped Henry to take stock of the situation and said, "In other words, besides being a bit player for over half a year, you were also Audrey Hepburn's assistant for over a year.