Doraemon for an imperfect world

Doraemon said, "That's amazing! He must be someone worthy of respect, right?"

"of course!"

The child said, "Grandpa is a great man that everyone respects!"

"So you see, isn't he already very respected?"

Doraemon whispered, "A civilization worthy of respect is built up by countless respectable people over a long period of time. You just need to do your own generation's work well and make yourself a respectable person. Generations of people like this drive the development of civilization. Only achievements made through down-to-earth efforts like this are truly worthy of respect."

The child nodded as if he understood what he said. Seeing this, Doraemon had no choice but to walk out of the world of the photo, closed the props, and then pushed open the door and walked in.

It is not possible for the civilization on this planet to judge Seraphim on its own, so the real culprit must be found directly.

Luna was silent for a moment as she watched this scene, then she looked at Seraphis and asked, "So, did you really kneel before that Starry Sky Guest and swear to be his pet?"

The team members behind her all lowered their heads. The Satyr society was primitive but clearly divided into classes. Knowing the secrets that the superiors were too embarrassed to speak of was a sin in itself.

"Yes."

Seraphim suddenly felt as if all his strength had been drained away. His mind was still reminiscing about that innocent child who longed for respect. He nodded tiredly, his previous elegance seemingly vanishing in an instant, leaving behind only inferiority, shame, and embarrassment.

"I just want respect, for all of us to be respected. That's why I agreed to his terms and gave up my position as the Great Chieftain. I can be humiliated, but the most respected people in this civilization can't. I just don't see any hope in a civilization like ours. Is it really possible for us to travel freely through the universe like other civilizations with our own strength? It's impossible! It's simply impossible!"

"So, the one who has the least respect for this civilization is actually you."

Luna said in a complicated tone.

"Me? I don't respect that... Well, maybe you're right."

Seraphim lowered his head and murmured, "You know, my brother has always been optimistic about you. He also said that his biggest regret is that you are not his child, otherwise you could lead this civilization to a better place... Haha, do you also think I did something wrong?"

"When I was a child, outsiders described the Satyrs as a primitive, backward, yet potentially powerful civilization."

Luna squatted down, looked into Seraphim's eyes and asked, "But now they say this is the crime hub of the entire galaxy, the source of evil, and a cheap brothel. Do you think we are respected?"

“…Arrest me.”

Seraphim raised his hands, looked at the portal beside him, and said, "Judging from the attitude of that creature, I'm afraid even Xing Tianke wouldn't be taken seriously by him. I knew this day would come. This is the end."

408

Chapter 408: Arrogance.

The Ark of Xing Tianke is different from all other species. As a race that has long adapted to the zero-gravity environment, Doraemon floated up uncontrollably the moment it passed through the portal. On the contrary, Kurilnai naturally used the suction cups on his tentacles to stick to the wall.

"Is this Xing Tianke's Ark?"

Kurilnai stroked the amber walls beside him in amazement. These walls had gilded textures, and a layer of material applied to prevent combustion in high-oxygen environments adhered smoothly to the surface. "This life has been worthwhile. This life has truly been worthwhile."

This trip with Doraemon was totally worth it for him. Not only did he experience the lifestyle of the mechanical apostles, but he also came to the Ark of the Star Guest in person. He was qualified to witness the two most outstanding descendants of mankind at the same time, and get close to the achievements of civilization that climbed to the pinnacle of rationality. Even looking at the entire Second Empire, this is a unique achievement.

Thinking of this, he suddenly looked at Doraemon with a bit of ecstasy, "Do you need me to pull you forward?"

"no need."

Doraemon shook his head and fumbled in his pocket. He knew many ways to move in a zero-gravity environment, such as the "rocket blowpipe!"

Just put this straw in your mouth and blow gently to generate a powerful propulsion force like a rocket engine.

Doraemon put the straw in his mouth and curiously took out the instruction manual making machine to study the uses of the surrounding furniture:

First, the cone-shaped object extending from the wall is...

“Is it a faucet?”

Doraemon suddenly realized something and twisted it a few times. Immediately, water flowed out from the top in the astonished eyes of the two people, but it did not disperse. Instead, it adhered to the surface of the cone under the action of surface tension, and automatically stopped when it touched the flower-like base at the bottom. At this time, the water had turned into a fist-sized sphere in a zero-gravity environment, reflecting the brilliance of reason and wisdom like a crystal ball.

"How amazing! Is this water in a zero-gravity environment?"

Kurilnai approached the water with almost frenzied curiosity, carefully touching it with tentacles extending from several of his secondary bodies, fascinated by the coolness within. "Although some in the Iselei Cluster had long predicted what water would look like in a vacuum, seeing it with my own eyes is still truly incredible."

"Indeed, civilizations living in a zero-gravity environment are fundamentally different from us."

Doraemon also nodded in admiration.

But just as they were sighing and curiously studying the room, the door on the side suddenly opened by itself, and then a figure with a head of half a meter in diameter and extremely thin limbs and torso floated in gracefully from outside the door. Then, when he saw Doraemon and Kurilna, he was obviously stunned.

What the hell appeared in my house?

He first stepped out to take a look at the house number above his head, then floated back in. During this time, the specialized sphincter extending from the menstrual gate under his body swayed left and right like a sprinkler, and his folded slender fingers moved flexibly in this zero-gravity environment.

This is your home, right?

"Don't look anymore, we're here to find you!"

Doraemon pointed at the chubby guy and asked, "You are the culprit of the Satyr drug trafficking, right?"

"Drug trafficking?"

Lunsa was stunned for a moment, then frowned immediately.

Every Starry Sky guest's brain is an ultimate quantum computer that has evolved to the extreme. Their minds, far superior to those of ordinary people, are enough to allow each of them to reach the pinnacle of philosophy, art, science, and so on. And now this situation...

Could it be that the so-called Second Empire has come knocking on our door?

No, how dare they?

The Star Guests were not unaware of the verbal alliance called the Second Empire, which was formed by their distant relatives who had experienced disasters and were reborn in ruins and curses. They did not contact them simply because they did not care. The Star Guests believed in the natural way of tranquility and inaction. They lived in the void and were in two different dimensions from their distant relatives on the ground. Their territories did not border each other, so there was naturally no need for communication.

But this does not mean that they cannot. At least Lunsa himself likes to communicate with lower civilizations. He likes to see those ignorant primitive creatures trying their best to please him. He also likes the vanity of being worshipped as gods with some insignificant technology. The reason why he found Seraphim is because of this - the shadow chief who is high and mighty in the eyes of others is secretly his humble pet. This feeling makes him almost addicted to pleasure, and the only regret is that his pet failed to inherit the position of chief, otherwise he would find it more interesting.

"Alright, alright. I didn't expect you to come to my house just for a little bit of Lesi's business. What on earth were the people in charge of the inspection thinking to let you in?"

Lunsa waved his fingers nonchalantly. He didn't think it was a big deal, but he felt it might be the will of the Ark Council. Otherwise, the other party would never have had the opportunity to enter the Ark. Out of respect for the Council, he decided to condescend to communicate with them. "But let me make it clear first, I have never interfered with the internal affairs of the Satyr. I only shared some of the technology. As for how to use which technology, it is their own business. As you know, the Satyr have always been a mob, so it is normal for them to engage in drug trafficking."

"If it weren't for the drug-making technology you provided, how could the Satyr, who don't even have the most basic industrial systems, have produced something like the Loth Chip?"

Doraemon said angrily, "Stop shirking responsibility!"

Tsk, what a hassle.

Lunsa thought impatiently. He didn't think there was anything wrong with what he had done. Wasn't it just abetting a low-level civilization to sell some drugs? What was there to worry about? Those lowly creatures that had parted ways with their ancestors fifty million years ago. He really didn't understand why the Council would allow them to enter the Ark, or even step into his room.

"So what?"

Lunsa curled his lips, not wanting to continue playing coy with these low-level creatures. He said nonchalantly, "Do you still want to convict me?"

"I don't want to convict you."

Doraemon gritted his teeth and took out the Hell Box from his pocket. "Let the King of Hell do this kind of thing!"

409

Chapter 409: Distinguished Guests.

"Huh? Yama?"

Lunsa floated over with disdain, looking at Doraemon with a somewhat comical look. Doraemon still held the straw in his mouth, as if trying to use it to move. He poked his head with a finger with some disdain. "You backward civilizations always like to worship some foolish and ridiculous beliefs. This is the fundamental reason why you can only crawl on the ground... Awu——"

Before he could finish his words, Lunsa felt his body twisting, and then he was sucked into the box by some huge gravitational force, and then fell heavily onto a hard platform.

“Ah, it hurts, it hurts—”

Lensa suddenly screamed, his heart and bones began to wail under the gravity, and even his huge head, which he was proud of, began to show symptoms such as ischemia due to gravity.

"Well, instigating drug trafficking, kidnapping, and other crimes across hundreds of planets, plus the crime of insulting others."

The King of Hell looked down at Lunsa, then seemed to have lost interest in judging him. Without saying anything, he called the Bull-Headed and Horse-Faced Guards and said, "Let's go through all the procedures of the underworld first."

"Wait! I'm Star Sky Guest! A citizen of the Ark!"

Seeing two creatures, which looked strange but were not a big deal considering the diversity of human species today, walking towards him with forks in their hands, Lunsa was frightened and screamed, "If you dare to do anything to me, do you know what this means? No one can challenge the authority of Xingtianke, and you can't..."

Before he could finish his words, he was picked up with a fork and thrown into a pan of boiling oil.

Outside the box, Doraemon listened to the screams coming from his ears, then stuffed the props back into his pocket with an expressionless face.

He deserves it. Who told him to do that?

What is more hateful than simply doing evil is that he has done so many hateful things, yet he thinks everything is as it should be.

It’s better to let this kind of person reflect on himself in hell!

After resolving the issues here, we will go and inform the Starry Sky Guests about the mechanical apostles.

and so……

Doraemon glanced around, then stuck his head out of the door and looked around. The decorative style of Xingtianke seemed to pursue a simple style, but at the same time it was inlaid with a large number of mirrors, which seemed to be part of their culture.

Yes, you can use that:

"——Telescopic lens!"

Thinking about it, Doraemon took out a square mirror from his pocket.

"What is this?"

Kurilnai came over and asked with curiosity.

"This is called a telescope."

Doraemon explained as he adjusted the prop's range of influence. "Whatever is displayed in front of this mirror will be projected onto all other mirrors nearby. The range can be from a nearby area to a small town."

However, considering that the diameter of this Ark was almost the same as that of the moon, Doraemon took out the upgrade spray and sprayed it twice, then coughed lightly twice in front of the mirror:

"Ahem, hello everyone, my name is Doraemon, and I'm a cat-shaped childcare robot from the 22nd century, a parallel world. This is the era before aliens in your history."

I don't believe you, Kurilnai was complaining about how a child-rearing robot could have so many excessive props, then he raised his head without thinking, and sure enough, he saw Doraemon's faces in the mirror beside him. Even when he stuck his head out of the door, he could find that the round face appeared in almost all the mirrors, no matter how big or small.

This is not at all what a childcare robot should be capable of.

"Please don't worry, I just want to remind you of something."

Doraemon smiled and waved his hand, then continued, "This is what happened. We traveled to the Mechanical Apostles' civilization for some reason and had some discussions with their galaxy lords. During this process, we learned that the Mechanical Apostles were planning to go to war with you to ease their internal conflicts."

After a pause, Doraemon decided to slip in a little personal opinion after finally having a full live broadcast:

"And! That fellow among you, named Lunsa, relied on his advanced technology to wantonly insult other civilizations. He also secretly instigated others to carry out criminal businesses across hundreds of planets, selling countless drugs! He is truly unforgivable!"

——Dividing——Line——

Chairman Fang Zhou was sitting cross-legged at this time, with his hands spread out on his legs and his slender fingers crossed at his lower abdomen.

According to her previous habit, now is the time for her to practice meditation. Xing Tianke likes to place a lot of mirrors in the place where she lives. This habit can be traced back to the time when the ancient stars fled. At that time, they left their homes and didn’t even have thrusters. They could only rely on inertia to flee aimlessly in the universe. They lived in fear that they might be found by QU and transformed into all kinds of inhuman creatures. At that time, they had an almost pathological fanaticism for all the cultures of their hometown.

The reverence for mirrors can be traced back to that era—using a copper mirror to adjust one's attire; using the past as a mirror to understand the rise and fall of things; using people as a mirror to understand gains and losses. These are philosophical principles found in ancient texts, but those preoccupied with escaping could only apply them in the most superficial ways. The custom of installing numerous mirrors has continued to this day, along with the continued success of the Xingtianke.

And this one on the mirror...

She looked at the extremely round figure reflected in the mirrors around her and fell into deep thought.

Xing Tianke's brain, which has undergone countless gene editings, will not have any illusions, which means that everything in front of him is real. A high-level civilization that can cross parallel worlds... a parenting robot?

No, this parenting robot may be due to some cultural differences. Perhaps in the other party's language, the word "parenting" does not mean taking care of children, but may have other meanings such as exploring parallel worlds.

And what it said, that the Mechanical Apostles are planning to declare war on their own civilization?

In this case, let's just regard it as a friendly existence.

As she thought about it, the well-developed sphincter under her body changed direction slightly, and she suddenly floated forward gracefully by spraying gas. The door in front of her opened automatically, revealing the room where she usually worked.

"Judging from the background, the guest from afar should be on our Ark. Let's first find it and then entertain it with the highest etiquette."

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Chapter 410: The Culture of Xingtianke.

Soon after, thanks to the advanced surveillance system and Doraemon's specific mention of Lensa's name, a group of Starry Sky Guests arrived at the door and saluted elegantly with the etiquette that had lasted for 50 million years.

"Welcome, distinguished guests! The Council has received your warning and has specially prepared a banquet to entertain you."

——At first, the other party just said "you", but when he glanced into the room and found that there was also a Kurilnai, he quickly added the word "them".

While Xingtianke was looking at himself, Kurilnai was also constantly looking at these people of the void. He did not dare to close the eyes of his secondary body for a moment, observing every detail of these creatures floating in the air. The etiquette of Xingtianke was completely different from that of the creatures on the surface. Because the creatures on the ground had the concept of up and down, most of the etiquette and respect were implemented in a high or low way, such as bowing, kowtowing, etc., but the environment in which Xingtianke lived had no gravity and the concept of up and down was lost. The way they expressed etiquette and respect was to use their extremely slender and flexible fingers to make a triangular structure.

As if noticing his curious gaze, one of the Starry Sky Guests smiled and explained, "This gesture represents friendship and respect. It's said to date back to ancient Terra, but because it's so ancient, its true origins are no longer known."

"However, there is a theory that this originates from the collective subconscious of humankind, that is, a genetically similar culture that occurs in different regions and cultures."

Another Starry Sky Guest explained that, after all, they had invited the other party with the utmost courtesy. If the other party didn't appreciate their respect, then their visit would have been in vain. "Similar to how various civilizations in ancient Terra worship or fear snakes, the number three is also highly revered in various civilizations of ancient Terra. For example, there are the Trinity, the Three Pure Ones, the Three Noble Sons, the Three Goddesses of Fate, and so on. Therefore, this gesture representing three also represents the unity and highest respect of the countless Arks scattered throughout the void."

"Is this what it looks like?"