"Perhaps, you're feeling tired now, but you're far from reaching your limit. I don't know why you're always reluctant to use your own power. But now, the arrow is on the string, and it has to be released."
"Once the object is assembled, we'll haul Star Port to the edge of the Solar System as a docking area for future spaceships. And, the entire spaceship will serve as the mutants' reward for this project."
Upon hearing this, Polaris felt her heart jolt and repeated, "What did you just say??? As long as I can assemble the spaceship, it's ours???!!!"
"Yes, you've heard it right. If you restore the spaceship now, you can directly drive it back to Andromeda Galaxy Sky Island's side. I believe the natives of Andromeda Galaxy will warmly welcome you."
Polaris swallowed hard, listening to the ferocious thumping of her heart and said incredulously, "Are you saying... the mutants will soon possess a spaceship??? Such a grand and majestic ship..."
"Indeed. Although for you and Magneto, a spaceship isn't very important. Still, after all, if the mutants are to migrate on a large scale, they should at least have a transport ship. You're moving, not fleeing. You can't rely on mental power to resist cosmic radiation, can you?"
"The mutants are migrating on a large scale????" Polaris' fingertips were trembling, "Is this Professor X's decision?"
"No, this is your decision. If you can fix this ship, naturally, you can drive it and transport the mutants who aren't living well to Sky Island. But if it is not fixed, then migration might have to wait."
After ending the communication, Blue Spirit moved closer with concern, "Wait a second, Lorna, don't get too excited. Your breathing rate is off. Calm down... right, take a deep breath, inhale... exhale... inhale... exhale..."
Polaris held her chest, closed her eyes, and swallowed again, her voice trembling slightly, "Do you know? Do you know... Blue Spirit, I don't even have my own house because my neighbors disagreed with the landlord selling the house to the mutants. I don't have my own car because it's challenging for mutants to obtain a driver's license..."
"But now, I will have my own spaceship! As long as I can assemble it, I can even drive it away... Oh, wait, even if I can physically assemble it, how do I start it?"
Polaris looked down at the blueprint and said, "The startup system for this thing must be complicated, right? That Stark always boasts. Maybe he is just trying to cheat me into exerting more effort..."
But then she pondered and said, "But, even if I could only assemble it, I could still tow it back to Andromeda. Even if I couldn't, I could search for... Nevermind, I'll just first try and assemble it. It's just a bigger version of Lego bricks after all."
Seeing the terrible glint of greed flashing in Polaris' eyes, Blue Spirit took a small step back, "Lorna, I'm going to leave. If you need anything, just call me."
Polaris could no longer hear any sound, she closed her eyes, beginning to focus on sensing the magnetic field.
Magnetic field is a fascinating thing, everything around us causes changes in it, and the things Polaris can control are more than the magnetic field, her ability is essentially no different than Magneto's.
The reason why her performance in daily life is far behind Magneto's is that she has always been resisting deeply exploring her abilities.
But this time, Polaris felt that a flame named 'greed' was ignited inside her.
It's not a tiny house, not an ordinary car, but a spaceship, the flagship of the most advanced civilization in the cosmos. No need to purchase, no need to apply, she just needs to use her abilities to assemble it.
After calming her mind, Polaris began by using her ability, scanning all the fragments, searching for any signs on them.
But she quickly realized that with her current control over magnetism, she couldn't precisely feel every part of the components. She needed to sense the magnetic field more accurately.
However, limited by her human body, she found that she could no longer touch more.
After pausing for a few seconds, Polaris' figure vanished in mid-air. She temporarily changed her life form, completely merging with the magnetic field.
Then, her sense of touch became more sensitive, covering every corner of the mechanical parts, and then began to permeate inwards, feeling the way the matter composed.
The subtle changes in the magnetic field were clearly visible, and the friction between molecules was deafening. When identifying the ownership of the components at a microscopic level, everything became very simple.
In just a few minutes, thousands of broken parts were divided into two groups and then began to assemble gradually.
During this process, Polaris had to release enough power to control all the components of the enormous spaceship, for precise assembly. Removing parts damaged in the explosion, connecting the parts that could be conjoined, and assembling them in the most appropriate way.
The schematic in mid-air slowly drifted by, the shape of a fragment matching a part in the design. In an instant, the component returned to its place, and Polaris' silhouette appeared again.
Before her, the massive spaceship had been restored to its basic shape. Although some parts of the external body with a coat of paint were left at the site of the accident, it didn't affect the overall configuration of the spaceship.
But Polaris frowned, apparently, things were not going well.
After several hours of integration and stitching, she found that she could not assemble the spaceship. Although the spaceship had now restored its overall structure, it was still a pile of fragments.
Polaris felt it was impossible to create glue out of thin air, and she didn't have any adhesive specifically made for assembling spaceships.
Therefore, she had to seek another method, which was to connect them using magnetic force.
But it wasn't easy. Each fragment's junction with other parts was different, and if one part was not adhered well, everything would fall apart.
It was a tedious, repetitive, and extremely strenuous task. Polaris spent a full week in this vast universe space.
She had no idea how many times her power had been exhausted. She knew that, from initially not being able to complete three parts in an hour, to finally bonding dozens of parts perfectly in ten minutes, all her power had been released, repeatedly honed and promoted.
And then, Polaris found that she had a better method to accomplish all this.
Magnetism is not the end, but the beginning. Above it, there is a broader microscopic world, the door to which had been opened for her.
The movement and interaction of molecules, the friction and collisions within molecules, are more delicate, more potent, and more precisely controllable.
A small-chance factor, the whole big world, everything is under control.
When Polaris opened her eyes, her figure was still tiny compared to the massive spaceship, but this magnificent spaceship, like a loyal giant, pledged allegiance to her.
The moment Polaris stretched out her hand, her hair danced, a flash of light burst open, and countless flowing lights slid over the ship.
The traces of the explosion gradually disappeared, and as if time was flowing backward, the parts came together at an extremely strange but extraordinarily rational angle, like a healing wound, reconstituting into a whole again.
At the time of her coronation, there will be a rebirth of the loyal warriors.
At this moment, Polaris' fear of ability loss began to fade, as she finally understood the reason why Magneto dared to release and use his power.
Magnetism, they are not their weapon, but their self. Planets, they are not their dwellings but their children in their arms.
In this vast universe, they are the ocean.