Sentinel robots—the nightmare that forever haunts the X-Men World.
Under normal circumstances, every Awakened who learns of these abominations would never allow them to exist.
But while the Awakened have no use for them, Fang Yuan certainly does.
In the movie timeline, Trask first proposed and built the prototype; the government later perfected it into the final product.
They can adapt their abilities on the fly when facing Mutants, designed from day one to hunt them down.
Everyone knows what happened next: the Sentinels went from hunting Mutants to hunting any human carrying the X-gene—and in this World, everyone carries it… another tale of machines wiping out humanity.
That's how "X-Men: Days of Future Past" begins.
Fang Yuan could simply kill Trask, but that would be far too wasteful.
The multiverse has its own inertia; certain things can only be created by specific people.
At least for the original invention.
So until Trask cobbles together the first Sentinel prototype, Fang Yuan won't let him die.
Of course, he'll eliminate any risk of the robots destroying the World—well in advance.
After all, he only needs their capabilities; the goal isn't to hunt Awakened.
In the end, Trask agreed to work for Fang Yuan—he had no choice.
Die, or keep researching.
Trask chose research; he understood the proverb about keeping the green hills alive.
"The instant the Sentinels are complete, Fang Yuan will be the first to die!" Trask swore in his heart.
Fang Yuan read those thoughts plain as day, yet showed no reaction, as if nothing had happened.
With Telepathy in play, Trask will never break free of his control.
After handling Trask, Fang Yuan returned to Vought Tower.
Only Frye and Kennedy knew Trask had been taken; both of their memories had since been altered, so no third person on Earth now knows Trask is in Fang Yuan's hands.
As for giving the outside World an explanation for Trask's disappearance?
Excuses like "classified trial" are a dime a dozen.
After Trask's arrest, the X-Men didn't press too hard—they trusted Fang Yuan to make sure the government meted out due punishment.
Right now, everyone's attention is fixed on tomorrow's scheduled bill discussion.
Originally meant to finalize the awakened one act, the meeting survived even after the act was scrapped following Pioneer Company's collapse. With every member of Congress reportedly attending, the public is dying to know what will be debated.
Of course, for reasons everyone knows, Congressman Patrick won't be present.
That night, for once, Fang Yuan didn't summon White Queen or Mystique; instead he pored over a stack of documents.
These pages were the bedrock of Vought's rise.
Fortunately, his high Mental attribute let him skim ten lines at a glance, spot flaws, and fix omissions. By sunrise he set down the revised papers, satisfied, and solemnly wrote the title:
The Vought Act!
9:30 a.m. Fang Yuan led Vought's full-time employees to Capitol Hill. Heads high, they marched inside as if storming the fortress rather than attending a hearing.
"We are here to demand justice for the victims—including Salvador—and for every Awakened who might be next!"
Fang Yuan declared to reporters on the Capitol steps.
It was, without doubt, a live broadcast.
"True, Salvador left Vought, but Vought remains a family for all Awakened; we never sought a penny in damages from her."
Hearing this, reporters and TV audiences alike nodded in approval.
Vought had never pursued Salvador for her betrayal, yet here was Fang Yuan championing her cause—an image of extraordinary magnanimity.
That's what you call vision.
Little did they know, Salvador had already paid the ultimate price.
Dead, she would keep serving as Fang Yuan's tool.
By labeling every Awakened a "potential victim," Fang Yuan escalated the crisis to apocalyptic levels, as though someone planned to experiment on them all.
Officials watching gnashed their teeth but dared not retort.
Then the session began. Because public outcry was deafening, Congress streamed the proceedings live.
At first the debate recycled the awakened one act, which Congress formally rejected.
Yet that was nowhere near enough to quell Awakened fury.
Heavy-hitters—Angel, Professor X, Magneto, Darwin—took turns at the mic, blasting Pioneer and every accomplice on live television.
They condemned human experimentation and Awakened oppression, vividly detailing the rescued subjects' plight with photos that had viewers weeping in sympathy.
Every Vought employee is media-trained; their speeches hit home, leaving audiences nationwide in tears over the Awakened's suffering.
The congressmen squirmed: the more tragic the Awakened story, the guiltier they looked.
After all, to the public these very lawmakers had championed the awakened one act, branding themselves perpetrators. They prayed Vought would stop the preamble and get to the point.
At last, the Awakened leader Fang Yuan stepped forward.
"Given society's persecution of Awakened, we need legislation to safeguard their rights," he said.
With that cue, the Congressman who first proposed the awakened one act rose again.
"I agree. Therefore I propose the Vought Act, with Vought as the core body to protect all Awakened rights."
He briefly outlined the bill.
"No unauthorized research on Awakened may be conducted."
That clause surprised no one.
"Vought Corporation becomes the official agency overseeing Awakened affairs; Vought employees who break the law are handled by Vought first."
"No outsider may interfere in Vought's internal affairs."
Everyone understood: Vought polices its own, the government polices the rest—turning the Cuba Crisis verbal agreement into law.
Vought's privileges, once merely tacit, now carried full legal force.
But this is the United States; if the Federal Reserve can be a private bank, one more Vought is tolerable.
An act named after a specific entity is either targeted or confers special status—here, clearly the latter.
With Vought holding the upper hand, denying it perks would be churlish.
Since lawmakers and their financiers couldn't touch the Awakened anyway, and Vought could still make them money, they swallowed the pill.
Then the Congressman added one final clause—far harder to stomach.
He paused, gritted his teeth, and declared: "I propose… enshrining the Vought Act in the Constitution!"
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