Dr Manhattan, formerly known as Jonathan Osterman, was born into a watchmaker family.
After his mother was killed by German bullets during World War II, his father brought the young Jonathan to New York to make a living.
It was the beginning of all this.
At that time, Jonathan was obsessed with precisely rotating hands and rattling gears.
Holding a clock was like holding time.
Difficult-to-understand abstract concepts became clear.
If nothing else happened, Jonathan would, like his father, inherit his family business and become an excellent watchmaker.
However, the United States dropped an atomic bomb on Japan, which not only ended the war but also changed Jonathan’s father’s mind.
He realised that atomic science was the power needed by the world and that watchmakers couldn’t change anything.
As a result, Jonathan became a physicist.
Fast forward to when he was 30 years old, he was bored with research and fell in love for the first time.
Under the introduction of colleagues, Jonathan met a beautiful girl named Jenny.
The two quickly established a relationship and developed into lovers.
The trajectory of fate turned as precise as clockwork.
It would come, not a second earlier, not a second later.
A month later, on an ordinary day as usual…
Jonathan happened to leave his watch in the room of the intrinsic field generator.
Because of the miscalculation of the time, the door automatically closed and locked him inside.
24 seconds passed.
A human being died.
A god was born.
This was the story of the origin of Dr Manhattan.
He was a quantum being and an existence too strong to understand.
In the comic “Doomsday Clock”, the Justice League gathered almost all of Earth’s superheroes and went to Mars to stop Dr Manhattan’s plan, only to be easily defeated by him.
“What are you thinking?”
Dr Manhattan’s distant and indifferent voice interrupted Luke’s thoughts.
The latter looked around at the surrounding environment, reddish-brown desert, thin and cold atmosphere, in which carbon dioxide was the main component …
‘If I’m not wrong, this should be Mars.’
“I’m thinking about how to avoid being killed by you, Doctor.”
Luke’s eyes flashed. He wasn’t surprised by the present situation.
The follow-up to Flashpoint, the arrival of the New 52 universe, and the big events that may happen in the future …
Various ‘scripts’ were enough to prepare Luke for any kind of accident calmly.
For example, right now.
“I’m not an executioner.”
Dr Manhattan denied Luke’s statement, meaning he had no intention of killing the outsider.
“But you don’t mind acting as a cleaner and erasing some ‘unnecessary’ roles, do you, Doctor?”
Luke’s lips turned up as he said so ironically.
However, for such an obvious provocation….
Dr Manhattan was indifferent, not angry.
His thinking was more akin to that of a cold, rational, data-driven supercomputer. Human emotions were gradually dying out, especially after leaving the Watchmen universe for a new place.
The purpose of all of Dr Manhattan’s actions was to ‘observe’.
For example, the variables of the universe, the branches of time and space, were the highest priority.
However, it didn’t mean that he was a talkative and good-tempered person.
Any troublemaker who interfered with their ‘observation’ would be mercilessly erased by Dr Manhattan.
For example, Reverse-Flash, who discovered the timeline change, the New God Metron — the guy sitting in the Mobius Chair, the Anti-Monitor.
They were all erased by Dr Manhattan at the moment when they were closest to the truth.
Therefore, to communicate with this quantum being, he had to keep a proper distance.
“You’re trying to provoke me?”
Dr Manhattan seemed to have penetrated Luke’s thoughts.
“No, just curious about the inner feelings of a god.”
Luke shook his head, his eyes kept flashing, and he softly asked, “Doctor, what are you going to do with me now?”
“To tell you the truth, wouldn’t it be a more interesting change for me to see the new multiverse that is coming?”
“As far as I know, you don’t hate change. You just don’t like being disturbed.”
Dr Manhattan fell into a short silence as if he was thinking.
His eyes couldn’t see Luke’s past and future too clearly.
There seemed to be a layer of fog hanging over the surface, blurring everything.
That was a higher dimensional power, a power that came from outside the Source Wall.
In the face of an outsider who was hard to see through, Dr Manhattan hesitated. What should he do?
‘Erase?’
‘Exile?’
‘Accept?’
It was like a multiple-choice question, with many options presented to Dr Manhattan.
However, in less than a second, he completed a huge and complex calculation and deduction.
“The probability that you will cause great damage to the multiverse is 35%.”
Dr Manhattan’s face was expressionless, and the conclusion was coldly stated.
“The possibility of following the rules of the universe and allowing the multiverse to develop according to its original trajectory is less than 20%.”
“This proves that you are an adventurous person who doesn’t like to be told what to do and is extremely self-confident.”
“Considering all the above factors, I think you are a very unstable factor.”
Luke raised an eyebrow. It sounded like Dr Manhattan wasn’t going to let him stay in this studio.
“So?”
Luke asked, pretending to be calm.
If Dr Manhattan intended to kill him, then he could only call for the existence outside the Source Wall to pull himself back.
Personal safety was still guaranteed when working for the five creator gods of the Marvel universe or a higher level of existence.
Luke didn’t like taking risks, let alone dying.
No matter how powerful Dr Manhattan was, he would still be greatly restricted in front of the god-like concepts under the omnipotent universe.
Otherwise, he would have used one thought to erase the goddess of creation, Perpetua, who appeared after the Source Wall was broken.
Then, wipe out the wild, unprincipled Batman Who Laughs.
Instead of being moved by Superman’s words, he chose to disintegrate himself.
“I can think of a good place for you, outsider.”
Dr Manhattan said.
Luke’s eyes raised a bit of vigilance. His attention reached the highest level.
This naked man, with no clothes and a tendency to expose himself, was not trying to put himself in a ‘cage’, was he?
He didn’t forget that Dr Manhattan stole ten years from the New 52 universe.
The other party was fully capable of isolating it, forming a ‘huge cage’ in time and space.
Similar to the Ancient One’s use of the Time Stone, he could intercept a time stream, then cycle it back and forth, fast-forwarding and rewinding as he pleased.
Trapping himself in a separate world was something that Dr Manhattan would do.
“I have the right to refuse, Doctor.”
Luke smiled as the energy of the Tenth Metal’s origin bonded with Superman’s body. He didn’t believe that Dr Manhattan could erase himself in an instant.
“I mean no harm, Mr. Cavill.”
This was the first time that Dr Manhattan called Luke’s name. His tone was still indifferent.
“It’s a ‘gift’, or you can think of it as a Halloween prank candy.”
Dr Manhattan opened his palm, and a yellow round button appeared.
Two black dots, a simple arc, forming a smiley face, it was no different from the usual fast-food restaurant giveaways.
The only thing that seemed special was probably the splattered blood drops.
“Gift?”
Luke reached out and took the smiley face button floating in the air. If he was right, this should be the logo of the Comedian.
A key figure in the Watchmen universe.
One might even say that the story began with him.
“Yes, this gift is a ticket to a … vacation.”
Dr Manhattan’s tone changed a bit, and a blue lightning-like force field instantly enveloped Luke.
And at the moment, Superman’s body subconsciously tensed up and burst out with a powerful force.
The Tenth Metal’s cosmic origin power resisted Dr Manhattan’s attack.
But Luke didn’t feel like his life was being threatened; the blue lightning-like massive force field only wrapped the space around him.
Boom!
There was a flash of light, leaving Dr Manhattan alone on Mars.
‘When I upgrade to a multiverse concept, I definitely have to repay this blue man well. ‘
This was the idea that flashed through Luke’s mind before he disappeared.
He was transported out of the emerging New 52 universe to another strange place.
“Adrian, what will you do?”
After a long while, Dr Manhattan closed his eyes and continued to sit on Mars.
Behind him, the precise and perfect huge building moved as steadily as a clock.
