The more Logan recalled the mories of a world shrouded in darkness-bereft of sunlight, filled with loneliness, war, suffering, and death-the heavier his heart grew.
He had to stop it.
Although his consciousness had traveled back to the present, there was no guarantee that Kitty could maintain her ability for long.
Logan furrowed his brows in thought.
According to the Professor, the Sentinel program originated with a man nad Dr. Bolivar.
While studying human DNA, Bolivar discovered the X-gene and hypothesized that mutants would eventually replace humanity. To save humankind, he conceived of a devastating weapon specifically designed to target mutants: the Sentinel robots.
He had conducted horrific experints on countless mutants.
It was Mystique, the shapeshifter capable of assuming any form, who inadvertently uncovered his atrocities.
To stop him, Mystique disguised herself and infiltrated a eting. There, before a crowd of witnesses, she drew a gun and assassinated Bolivar.
It was her first ti killing soone.
However, Bolivar's death didn't end the Sentinel program. Instead, it intensified the governnt's demand for the robots.
When Mystique was captured, she was subjected to relentless torture and experintation. Her DNA, which held the secret to her shapeshifting abilities, was extracted.
Using this, the governnt succeeded in creating a weapon capable of countering any mutant power: the Sentinel robots.
Recalling the Professor's information and his assigned mission, Logan muttered, "I need to find Mystique and stop her from killing Bolivar."
If Mystique never fell into the hands of the governnt, the Sentinel program could be thwarted at its inception. The bleak future might never co to pass.
Everything could change.
Resolute, Logan strode out of the room, heading to find the Professor and gain his trust.
Walking through the hallways of the mansion, it didn't take long for Logan to reach the Professor's office.
Knock, knock, knock.
Hearing the knocks, Professor Xavier, seated in his wheelchair, looked slightly surprised. He wasn't sure why Logan would seek him out.
Nearby, Storm and Cyclops were also present.
"Co in, Logan," said the Professor.
As Logan, tall and muscular, entered the office, Xavier continued, "What brings you here?"
Both Storm and Cyclops exchanged curious glances.
Logan, anwhile, noticed sothing off.
The Professor in front of him didn't entirely match the one described in the future.
Although he sensed sothing amiss, Logan didn't dwell on it. Glancing at Storm and Cyclops, he hesitated for a mont before speaking directly.
"Professor, do you believe in the impossible?"
"What do you an?" Xavier asked, puzzled by Logan's cryptic deanor.
Under their curious gazes, Logan said bluntly, "This might sound crazy, but I'm from the future. Do you believe ?"
Before Xavier could respond, Storm and Cyclops exchanged incredulous looks.
"Are you sleepwalking? What kind of joke is this?" Cyclops said in a stern tone.
"Hold your tongue, Cyclops," Logan shot back with a glare before turning back to the Professor. "I know this is hard to believe, but you have to trust , Professor."
His expression turned grim as he continued, "In the future, Sentinels go rogue. They relentlessly hunt down humans and mutants alike. Neither of us survives their onslaught."
"Anyone with the X-gene, whether dominant or recessive, becos a target."
"You know this, Professor. Most humans carry the X-gene in a recessive form."
Finally, Logan fell silent, his expression heavy.
"These Sentinels are terrifying. They're the ultimate nesis of mutants. No mutant can stand against them."
"We couldn't hold them back. So many people... so many died..."
As Logan recalled the Sentinels' ability to adapt and counter any mutant power, his face filled with despair.
Compared to mutants, the Sentinels seed like the pinnacle of evolution. Logan couldn't fathom anyone capable of defeating them.
Maybe Jean could have, but...
Seeing Logan's despondent expression, Xavier and the others couldn't help but frown.
Even if they weren't entirely convinced about Logan's claims of ti travel, they couldn't ignore the alarming implications.
"Wait a minute, Logan," Cyclops interrupted. "You said Sentinels hunt humans and mutants alike?"
"What about the White Cloak and the ssiah? What happened to them?"
Cyclops's question mirrored what both Xavier and Storm were thinking.
With those two powerful mutants around, the Sentinels would surely have faced opposition. After all, both were Oga-level mutants and likely targets of the Sentinels.
Logan, however, looked baffled.
"White Cloak? ssiah?"
"Who are they?"
"How could anyone deal with sothing as dangerous as the Sentinels?"
Thinking about the Sentinel-dominated future, Logan couldn't believe any mutant, no
matter how powerful, could have made a difference.
Seeing Logan's reaction, Xavier, Cyclops, and Storm exchanged bewildered looks.
"You've lost your mind," Cyclops said, frowning. "Don't you rember them? They're
Oga-level mutants!"
"If they're around, the Sentinels wouldn't stand a chance!" Storm added.
Logan froze, his eyes widening in shock.
"Oga-level mutants?" he echoed in disbelief.
As a mutant himself, Logan understood the significance of that classification.
But how was it possible? Oga-level mutants were exceedingly rare. Two of them existing
at the sa ti?
This realization amplified Logan's sense of unease. Sothing was definitely wrong.
Even with his rough nature, Logan could tell that sothing about the tiline had gone
awry.
At this mont, Xavier's expression turned serious. Placing two fingers on his temple, he asked, "Logan, do you mind if I take a look at your mories?"
"Professor, your powers still work?" Logan was montarily surprised but nodded. "Go
ahead, Professor."
(End of Chapter)
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