New Box

Of course, this didn't mean that the Father Box was incapable of healing its user. It just couldn't do it when disconnected from the Source.

It was a strange thing to think about—after all, what could disconnect a Mother Box from the Source? It was almost impossible to do so, but he had done it, so he expected others could do it as well.

Maxwell spent several hours thinking about every single thing he could possibly need to add to the Father Box to make it fully his.

He may not have known much about Mother or Father Boxes in the beginning, but from studying this one, he could already tell that separating it from its past user was almost impossible.

He had killed the semi-consciousness of the box, yet there were still several attachments to the past user. Hence, Maxwell changed his approach.

If he couldn't change the box's allegiance, then he would fool it into thinking he was Steppenwolf. That much was easy to do.

Due to once existing as code, he could easily find the code within the Father Box that represented Steppenwolf's soul.

Father and Mother Boxes didn't just track people based on mental and physical attributes—they went far beyond that, as they were tethered to the soul of their user.

Carefully, Maxwell replaced that tether and made its new target his. As for mental and physical appearances, those could be changed easily.

It took him nearly an entire day to get this done, but as soon as it was finished, he felt a new connection to the damaged box before him.

It was like looking at a lost child or something—he couldn't explain it. There was just a weird connection to it that Maxwell couldn't exactly explain.

From there, he began to slowly repair the Father Box as he changed its core programming, slowly but surely. The Mother Box was designed to look after its users like a mother looked after her child.

A Father Box, however, was vastly different. It couldn't care less if you lost a limb or two in battle. As long as you didn't die, it had no reason to worry about you.

It did all that a Mother Box could do, but it wasn't as diligent in its duties, and above all, it existed to corrupt the existence of the user even further.

Maxwell didn't want to have his soul corrupted, so he removed any and all of such programming as soon as he found it.

Time passed just doing this, but even if Maxwell had nothing else now, he had time to spare. Soon, he became hyper-focused on his new hobby alone.

He couldn't tell if it had been hours or even days that passed, but he knew he had finally achieved his goal, as the Father Box could now be seen floating in the air around him.

"Hahaha!" Maxwell laughed as the box flew into his hands.

He hadn't just repaired a damaged Father Box; he had completely revamped it. At the moment, the little floating box around him was his greatest creation.

"To me, my Mother Box," Maxwell said excitedly as the box floated out of his hand towards him.

It floated beside him as a soft hum was heard from it. However, to Maxwell, this meant a whole different thing. Using the authority granted to him as the reprogrammer, he had changed a few things about the box. One major change was the ping. He had found it annoying and a useless feature for such a sophisticated piece of technology.

Why should he let others know when he was communicating with the box?

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Yeah, finally got some idea of what to write on this but please be patient with me.

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