Doraemon for an imperfect world

"Really?" Israel's eyes suddenly lit up. She no longer worried about why there were such magical props in the world. She regarded them as the heritage of civilization in the dark technological age.

"Let me see." Doraemon adjusted the scale on the TV. Israel immediately came over impatiently. Soon, a vague voice came out amidst the snowflakes:

[Long live Emperor Sanguinius!]

"It seems a bit early." Doraemon continued to adjust the time TV. Perhaps because it was his first time in this universe, it was a bit difficult to calibrate the scales of time and space, so that some strange words would pop up from time to time, such as Caliban, the Last Wall, Lorgar and the Holy Words, Krieg and the Artificial Womb and other inexplicable words.

And for some unknown reason, listening to these intermittent and awe-inspiring things, Israel's eyes slowly changed from initial shock to a strange dead silence and emptiness.

"Sir," she hesitated for a long time before finally speaking with a complicated expression, "Please promise me not to take out this machine in front of outsiders, okay?"

"Well, what's wrong?"

Doraemon asked as he debugged the equipment.

"I'm afraid you'll be killed."

Doraemon: ???

Finally, after some adjustments, the time TV finally showed the image that Israel wanted:

A man playing the piano with all his heart in the middle of the dance party.

"Yes! It's him!" Yisriel said excitedly, "He is my grandfather."

"Okay, then let's adjust the progress a little bit..."

Doraemon and Israel were debugging the process together, trying to find out why this man turned into a murderer.

But after the first few heartwarming scenes, an incredible scene happened:

"Old! Rat!" Doraemon was so frightened by what he saw on the screen that he almost jumped up, but he immediately realized that it was not a complete rat, but a rat that had been disemboweled and had electrodes inserted between its skin and flesh, but was still alive.

"grandfather……"

Israel looked at the scene in a daze. On the big screen, he saw that his grandfather, who should have been kind and amiable, was listening enthusiastically to the screams of mice, and then using them as inspiration to compose his own music.

"Pervert, pervert!" Doraemon suppressed his fear of mice and changed the timeline, but while observing at different time points, another unknown side of the man began to appear before their eyes.

This man seemed to have been obsessed with art and music since childhood, but at a certain moment he began to lose his creative inspiration. At the same time, he could not give up his pursuit of art, so he began to gain inspiration by torturing other creatures. Every piece of music he created was applauded by the picky nobles, who even made an exception to allow his children to participate in the nobles' banquet.

This made him fanatical, delighted, obsessed, and even increasingly unable to let go.

But the pain and wailing of the animals soon ceased to stimulate him, as if the threshold for inspiration was constantly rising.

So he turned his evil hands to his own family.

First it was his father-in-law and mother-in-law, then his biological parents, and then his wife. Liz should have been the sixth human victim, but on that day, the only son of the planetary governor followed her all the way to her doorstep because of her beauty, and after hearing the cry for help, he did not hesitate to cut the door lock with a monomolecular knife.

There is no doubt that a noble boy who had undergone the most rigorous training since childhood easily killed the murderer who had long lost his mind while holding a single-molecule knife.

"How is this possible!" Israel shouted in disbelief. "How could my grandfather be that kind of person?"

"I don't know about that either." Doraemon said with a headache. He had indeed heard that some artists' mental states were not normal, but this was the first time he heard of one that was distorted to this extent.

For the sake of art, you have to torture and kill your loved ones...

"Of course it's possible, because he has already fallen into the sight of our great enemy."

A light laugh with a hint of mockery sounded from the shadows.

"Who!" Doraemon was startled and quickly took out the air cannon and pointed it in the direction of the sound.

"Don't be nervous. We don't want to be your enemy, Iron Man." A figure stepped out from the darkness. It was a slender figure wearing unusual clothing and a mask. It wore a pale smiling mask, and a bright red decoration on its head, like a cockscomb. "The storm has arrived, and you are in the eye of the storm, which gives you the illusion that everything is calm."

"Be careful, it's the Eldar!" Yisriel quickly hid behind Doraemon and whispered, "The old man who told me stories before mentioned that this alien creature's reaction speed is much faster than humans."

"Thank you for the compliment, but as I said, I mean no harm, and the Eldar are not a monolithic entity." The Eldar alien bowed slightly and said elegantly, "I am the Harlequin, and I have come to reveal the truth of the Warp to you."

"It is said that these aliens are the most untrustworthy. Don't trust them!" Yisriel hid behind Doraemon and instigated, "Fire, sir."

"Ah, my pitiful compatriots." The Eldar on the opposite side shook his head slightly. "But it doesn't matter. I have achieved my goal."

As he said this, he took a step back:

"You must be careful, Iron Man. The calm at this moment is merely the result of their struggle with each other. It's like a tug-of-war. The river of fate has already been swung, but there's still one final person who hasn't entered the game. This is because the Lord of Humanity possesses too many innate advantages. In short, remember, don't trust anyone or anything inhuman..."

Before she could finish her words, the door panel on the side was kicked open, and Kia pounced on him with two swords in her hands like a nimble cheetah, but the elf just slightly turned sideways, and Kia's two swords immediately pierced into the wall. She kicked the wall hard, turned over in the air, and continued to wave her weapons to attack the elf.

"You damn alien!"

"You're deceiving yourself." The clown dodged Kya's blows with a sneer, then quickly fled into the corridor, leaving only one sentence echoing in the air: "Their corruption is always silent, so be careful."

——Dividing——Line——

P.S. God knows why the three words "被灭口" are actually harmonious words.

Volume 1: Chapter 25: Castellan Robot

"Stop! Damn alien!"

As if stimulated by the other party's self-deception, Kiya rushed out with uncontrollable rage, but the creature called the Eldar showed a reaction and agility far beyond that of humans. It quickly passed through the crowd and then disappeared into the shadows.

"hateful……"

Kiya gritted her teeth hard, and once she couldn't help but feel the urge to chop someone.

After that, Doraemon realized what was happening and ran out.

"Are you okay?" Doraemon looked at Kiya with some concern, as she looked furious.

"I'm fine!" Kiya murmured, then immediately added fuel to the fire, "Whatever it says, my lord, don't believe it. The patriarch once told us that the Eldar are a group of perverted sadists. Their most common practice is to find ways to kidnap ordinary people as slaves, bring them to their lairs, and torture them to death."

For some reason, Doraemon subconsciously associated this description with Israel's grandfather.

"Don't worry, I won't easily trust someone who suddenly appears." Doraemon said, crossing his arms. "But I have found a way to resolve the war. I just need to put this on the culprit who started the war, and I think he will repent."

Doraemon said as he took out a small apologetic grasshopper.

After much thought, I think this one would be better.

"Okay, in that case, let me go."

"No, it's impossible for you to go alone in such a dangerous place." Doraemon shook his head. "Even if we have to go, we should go together."

"Then let's go together."

As Kiya spoke, she glanced somewhat unwillingly at the direction where the Eldar alien had just left.

"When do you plan to leave, my lord?"

"Tomorrow morning," Doraemon said, "After all, it's such a dangerous thing, we should get some rest."

The next morning, Doraemon originally wanted to say goodbye to the 49th Legion, but Kiya said it was unnecessary, so Doraemon did not tell them about it in case they worried about him.

In fact, sneaking in is very simple for Doraemon. After all, no one can find them as long as they wear the stone hat.

The biggest problem is actually the hive's huge size.

"Then we just need to find the instigator of the rebellion and make him confess his crimes." Doraemon said leisurely. "Don't be so nervous. Theoretically, it's impossible for the patrolling guards to notice us."

"I hope so." Kiya responded silently.

What they didn't know was that a servo skull suspended in mid-air had a panoramic view of all of this, and in the distance several mechanical priests were watching all of this.

Sikos calibrated her mechanical eyes silently. She was sure that her mechanical vision had captured what she wanted, but her human brain wanted to ignore them again and again, even though the mechanical part repeatedly emphasized its findings.

This is a congenital defect of the flesh and blood body, Si Kesi thought with some disappointment. She has known this for a long time. Compared with the machines that operate precisely under the will of the God of All Machines, the weakness of flesh and blood is too obvious.

"Are they the ones who rewrote the operating logic of the machine soul?" asked a senior mechanical priest beside Sikos.

"That's right. And according to the information from the Harkonnen family, the reason why souls appeared on the Atreides Bridge is also related to it."

Sikos tried to keep her answers mechanically cold and efficient.

But the high-level mechanical priest did not care about her reaction, but observed the alien in the distance through the multiple detectors mounted on his servo skull.

Target one, identified as a Genestealer, the vanguard of the Tyranid swarm, with a low level of danger.

Goal two: identify it as an unknown and completely non-biological structure.

"Iron Man," the Mechanical Priest replied. The Empire's auspex instruments were always very advanced, even capable of distinguishing the genetic differences of every target within the scanning range. After combining various methods including spectral observation, he finally gave a rational answer. "It is an Iron Man, an Iron Man forged with lost technology."

"Om Messiah." The high-level mechanical priest whispered the name of the Mechanical God, and then responded quickly.

A signal was sent out from this center, and was subsequently received and responded to by multiple priests.

Whether it is the iron man himself or the technology to rewrite the machine soul, it is worth the madness of these devout believers of the Mechanical God.

It doesn't matter that the flesh and blood body ignores them, just let the sophisticated instruments do it for them.

The intelligent control machinists inserted data chips into the control panels of the Castellan mechas, and these huge metal creations began to operate under the power of these chips.

"Sir." Kiya frowned slightly and looked around uneasily. "I feel something is wrong. Please stay alert."

"Don't worry, no one will notice us." Doraemon waved his hand in front of the guards with a relaxed look on his face. "See?"

Naturally, the guard remained indifferent.

"Something's wrong!" Kiya said seriously, "I heard it."

"Hmm?" Doraemon was a little surprised. "What did you hear?"

Kiya did not answer because she did not know how to answer. The senses extended by her tailor-made genes allowed her to sense the coming danger in advance, but her clumsy description and language skills made her a little overwhelmed.

But the embarrassment did not last long, and soon even Doraemon heard the heavy footsteps.

I saw several tall, seemingly bulky bodies wrapped in red metal, with a formidable gun barrel extending from behind them and aiming at Doraemon at the first moment.

"Discovered?" Doraemon was shocked. "How is it possible!"

"Run!"

Before Doraemon could react, Kiya had already grabbed his little round hand and started running wildly.

However, even more panicked than them were the soldiers originally stationed nearby. It was obvious that the Mechanicus's actions had not been notified to them in advance, and they had not even intended to leave any survivors.

Several Castellan mechas raised their hands, and the parts that should have been power fists were replaced by twin phosphorus explosive bombs. Under the spray of these deadly weapons, the entire passage was suddenly covered with incandescent artillery fire.

"Think of a solution, Mr. Doraemon!"

Kiya pulled Doraemon into the corner and shouted a line that was very familiar to Doraemon.

"I know!" Doraemon searched hard for the "Non-Biological Hypnotic Speaker. I can use this to turn those robots into harmless sculptures!"

Volume 1: Chapter 26 Doraemon Hates the Mechanicus

boom! boom! boom!

Every step the heavy mecha took caused the ground to tremble slightly. The heavy footsteps accompanied by blazing flames filled the entire passage. The first group of witnesses were burned to charcoal almost instantly. All communications were cut off, and only despair and wailing filled the air.

Under the Thinker's precise calculations, everything will be done to recover the precious wisdom of the God of All Machines.

At this moment, the blue iron man suddenly rushed out.

"Stop it now!"

Doraemon roared, and the intelligent mathematician following behind the mecha soldier did stop the fire of the killing tool in his hand. After precise calculations, he concluded that the opponent's metal shell's defense might not be outstanding. Rationally speaking, he did not want to cause too much damage to this precious target, even if it might lead to the death of some insignificant guards.

Unlike the iron man who is full of cowardice, he has long since eliminated that inefficient thinking from his mind.

So he issued new instructions.

Several Castellan mechas immediately adjusted their positions, and those equipped with power fists began to run and sprint. Their seemingly bulky bodies displayed incredible agility at this moment. The corpses that had just fallen to the ground were easily stepped on and crushed into ashes.

"That's unforgivable!" Doraemon shouted angrily. "Machines are created to make people's lives better, not to be used as weapons to take other people's lives."

Zhikong Shujiang did not refute, he despised such meaningless communication.

How abominable, how abominable, how abominable!

Doraemon suddenly realized the difference between these beings wearing red robes, which could not be distinguished as human or machine - they had been indifferent to life, human nature, and even everything from the very beginning.

He was like a monster that could only be created in the dark and cruel fantasies of mankind, tearing apart and desecrating all the beautiful things that made humans human. He was even more like a cold machine than this robot.

From a mechanical perspective, that thing and Doraemon are two diametrically opposed extremes.

If that's the case, that's all.

"you……"

Doraemon took out the non-biological hypnotic horn, and the Castellan mechas were still charging. Their postures running in the flames were as terrifying as demons from hell.

The power fist stopped working temporarily, and the metal arms opened and moved, trying to control the iron man's movements.