American comics: Becoming the god of technology from Osborn

Chapter 20 Doctor Octopus: I would rather starve to death than cooperate with Osborn
After a while, Harry walked out of the exhibition hall, and Pepper, who had been waiting outside the door for a long time, congratulated him with a smile.

"It took you so long to come out. You must have negotiated a big deal. Genosha has just joined the international trade system, which contains countless business opportunities. Now that the Osborn Group has reached a cooperation with the X-Men, I would like to congratulate you in advance on making a fortune."

"That's great, it's just a small business."

Harry waved his hand.

"But don't blame me for pouring cold water on you, Harry. Collaborating with mutants is likely to attract negative public opinion. If it is not handled properly, the Osborn Group may face an even more dangerous predicament than before."

Pepper's face suddenly turned serious.

"Thank you for your reminder, Miss Potts. I am aware of this."

Harry smiled nonchalantly.

"We have almost finished our visit to the Expo. I have also selected the Osborne Group's exhibition hall. When can we sign the contract?"

People’s current disgust and fear of mutants is indeed a problem, but it is only “current”.

What is the biggest conflict between humans and mutants? Without considering a series of objective reasons such as political philosophy, culture, beliefs, etc., the most intuitive reason is nothing more than appearance.

This is normal. Many people cannot even accept normal humans with slight deformities, let alone mutants with serious physical abnormalities. The number of mutants who can maintain human appearance is too small to change people's stereotypes.

When people only know that there is only mutants in the world, a race that is similar to humans but different from humans, the conflict between humans and mutants is irreconcilable, unless humans recognize other intelligent creatures similar to mutants.

For example... aliens, vampires, werewolves, underwater people, demons, ancient gods, inhumans, magical creatures, dimensional creatures...

In fact, there are so many strange species on Earth, but except for mutants, none of them are made public, so that mutants have to bear many blames that do not belong to them.

Others may not know, but Harry knows very well that it won't be long before the war between the Kree Empire and the Skrull Empire will spread to the Earth, and Thanos will also extend his claws to the Earth. After that, there will be countless cosmic crises one after another, and the mutants may become the backbone of the Earth's external defense.

By then, who will care about fighting against the mutants?

Harry even thought that he didn't have to wait for others to attack him. If his progress in climbing the technology tree was smooth enough, he might be able to open up the starry sea in advance and take the initiative to contact alien civilizations.

Therefore, Harry didn't care about the negative impact of cooperating with mutants.

Besides, this public opinion may not necessarily spread widely.
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Just as Harry and Pepper finalized the location of the exhibition hall and were preparing to sign the contract.

In a simple laboratory built on the rooftop of a dilapidated house in Queens, New York.

"Be careful... be careful... be calm... pick it up carefully..."

In front of the experimental table, a middle-aged scientist with dark circles under his eyes and a small belly, wearing a helmet, was staring intently at a robotic arm on the table.

Without any actual operation, the robotic arm moved on its own through the neural signals transmitted only by the helmet. It slowly and steadily picked up the cup of water at the other end of the laboratory table and brought it to its mouth.

"I picked it up! It worked! The neural control system is working!"

The moment the cup was successfully lifted up, the middle-aged scientist was suddenly ecstatic and cheered like a child who had obtained a toy.

"It's a pity that Parker is not here. He should have witnessed this scene with me. This kid is really a genius. I wouldn't have succeeded so quickly without his help. But he is a little too lazy. He is late every now and then..."

"What's wrong? Dr. Otto, are you thinking about me?"

Suddenly, a voice sounded from behind him, and he was so scared that his hands trembled.

boom!
The robotic arm responded to Dr. Otto's neural reflex and dropped the cup it had just picked up to the ground.

"Oh! Sorry, I didn't mean it. I didn't know you had started the experiment..." Peter, who had just come in, was startled and explained in a hurry.

"It's okay, it's just a small accident. Our neural control system is already very close to success. We just need to do the final debugging and clinical trials and we'll be done."

Dr. Otto smiled indifferently. After working so hard for so long and finally reaching the finish line, he was in a particularly good mood today.

"That's great! Your invention will save disabled people all over the world! Dr. Otto, you are definitely the greatest inventor I know!"

When Peter heard that the experiment was successful, he also showed joy on his face.

"It's us, Parker, our invention. It's not just my work."

Dr. Otto said seriously, and Peter couldn't help but feel warm inside.

"By the way, when did you come in? Why didn't I hear the door opening or closing?"

"Uh, just now. You must have been too focused on the experiment to hear the sound."

Peter laughed dryly and said that it was normal not to hear the door opening because he just came in through the window.

"The door of this broken house has been creaking all the time, but it unexpectedly became quiet today. It seems that even God hopes that our experiment will succeed and has specially sent us good luck."

Dr. Otto didn't think much about it. He was in a good mood and the smile on his face never stopped.

Seeing Dr. Otto's happy state, Peter rolled his eyes and said calmly: "Doctor, can you think about that matter again?"

"what?"

Dr. Otto didn't understand what Peter meant for a moment.

"It's what I told you a few days ago, Harry Osborn wants to meet you..."

Before Peter finished speaking, Dr. Otto's face suddenly turned cold.

"Let me go meet Osborn's kid? I told you last time, it's impossible!"

"But why? I know you had a grudge against Norman in the past, but Norman is dead, and Harry did nothing wrong. He said he would not let the Osborn Group be the same as before!"

Peter asked, puzzled.

"If our neural-controlled prosthetics want to truly change the world, we must obtain large investments and have connections in the medical field. The Osborne Group can meet these two requirements, and the biological components that Harry is researching can be combined with our technology."

"Don't be silly, kid. He's an Osborn. He will only use our technology to make profits. I'm not doing this for the money! As for the biological components? The idea is good, but who can guarantee that he can make it?"

Dr. Otto said indignantly.

"I believe Harry will not be so cruel to make money. He and I are good friends who grew up together. I know him. He is not the type of person that Norman is."

Peter looked Dr. Otto in the eye firmly.

"No matter what, even if I use up all my funds and starve to death, or jump off this rooftop, I will never cooperate with the Osborne Group!"

Dr. Otto turned his back stubbornly.

(End of this chapter)