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"Master, the energy levels are reaching a critical threshold," Deep Blue's voice warned, though it sounded strained. "We must sever the power supply immediately."
Peter didn't wait. He leaped from the cockpit of the Giant God Soldier and shot toward the control room suspended in mid-air. He tore the reinforced door off its hinges and burst inside. The massive electronic screens were a sea of flashing red [WARNING] signals.
Peter's fingers flew across the keyboard, attempting to bypass the security protocols. But every path was blocked. Dr. Octopus had been thorough; the system was locked behind a 108-character encrypted password.
"Deep Blue, can you crack this?" Peter shouted.
"Master, a 108-character key with this level of encryption... a brute-force attack would take hours. We don't have minutes."
Just as despair began to set in, a familiar series of thuds sounded behind him.
"Peter! We've got the others! What's the status?" Gwen called out, rushing into the room.
Behind her, the rest of the Spider-Army appeared. They were dragging the captured villains—Scorpion, Tombstone, and Prowler—all tied up in thick layers of webbing. Miles looked particularly shaken; he had just discovered that the Prowler was his own Uncle Aaron. It was the classic Spider-Man tragedy, the heavy price of wearing the mask.
Peter's eyes locked onto Dr. Olivia Octavius, who was also bound and looking like a defeated stray. He dragged her to the console. "Otto! Give me the password. Now!"
Doc Ock looked at the surging data on the screens and burst into a manic, high-pitched laugh. "Hahaha! It's too late! The collider is going to blow, and you're all going to burn with me!"
" millions of people are in this city, Otto," Peter growled. "Give me the code."
A cunning glint returned to her eyes. "Let me go, Peter Parker, and maybe I'll tell you. It's a simple trade. My life for the city. Isn't that what a hero would do?"
The other villains began to plead, realizing they were on a sinking ship. But Peter didn't even look at them. He knew that compromising with someone like Octavius only led to more death.
The Nuclear Option
"Deep Blue," Peter whispered, his voice dangerously calm. "Can you 'devour' the main unit? Use the Mechanical Limit Breaker to merge with the system and force a hard reset from the inside?"
Deep Blue's digital face flickered with intense calculations. "The risk to my core processing is high... but the probability of success is 84%. It is feasible, Master."
Peter turned to the group. Gwen, Peter B., and the others looked at him with complete, unwavering trust. They didn't need to speak; their eyes told him they would follow his lead to the end.
"If it's feasible, then do it," Peter said. "Devour this damn machine."
He tapped his chest, and the "brick" phone that held Deep Blue's core ejected into his hand.
"Wait!" Doc Ock screamed, her face pale. "You'll kill us all! You can't just shove an AI into a particle collider! It'll cause a cascade failure! Just let me go!"
"Shut up, Otto," Peter said, not even looking back. "Spider-Man never compromises."
Shadow Spider-Man fired a glob of web, sealing the Doctor's mouth shut. Finally, it was quiet.
The Dark Integration
Peter pressed his palm onto Deep Blue, activating his primary talent.
[Mechanical Limit Breaker: ACTIVATED]
A faint, pulsing blue light surged from Peter's hand. The bottom of the phone began to liquefy, extending thousands of microscopic metallic tendrils. They snaked into the control panel, threading themselves through the circuitry of the collider like a digital virus.
The [WARNING] signals on the screen turned into a blur of red light. The room hummed with a bone-shaking vibration. Then, suddenly...
CLICK.
The screens went black. The lights in the entire facility cut out, plunging the cavern into absolute silence. One second passed. Two.
Then, the emergency lights flickered on. The electronic screens rebooted into a standard, calm blue interface. Peter rushed to the window. The energy orbs in the emitters were gone. The humming had stopped.
"The crisis is over," Peter breathed.
The Spider-team erupted into cheers and high-fives. They had done it. They had saved the city and the multiverse. Peter walked back to the console to retrieve his phone, his heart light with relief.
"Good job, Deep Blue. Let's see what that upgrade did to your—"
Peter stopped. He called out again. "Deep Blue? Report."
There was no answer.
Deep Blue's physical body was no longer a phone. It had completely fused with the Alchemax control panel, its metal skin merged with the console's surface. The screen was cold and black. The digital smiley face was gone.
Peter's stomach dropped. In saving the world, had his most loyal partner just been erased?