Doraemon for an imperfect world

Doraemon raised his hand somewhat flattered, and wanted to imitate the other party and make the same gesture, but looking at his own pair of small round hands, he finally chose to give up, after all, he had no fingers.

But then again, the triangle gesture with both hands should be used by the referee in sports competitions to mean "good" or "success", right?

I never thought that after 50 million years, such an ancient culture could still be preserved?

"Anyway, please follow us."

The leading Xing Tianke maintained what he called a polite gesture. His specialized sphincter slightly shifted, precisely emitting the fermented gas from his intestinal flora. He suddenly moved slightly away gracefully, like an ethereal immortal. "Please follow us."

"OK then."

Seeing the other party so enthusiastic, Doraemon couldn't refuse, so he had to blow gently into the rocket blowpipe in his mouth, and then floated forward.

Seeing Doraemon's way of moving forward, Xing Tianke, the leader, smiled again, as if he thought Doraemon's way of moving forward was too inefficient. So he kindly reminded him, "The air flow on the left side of our Ark's passage will push you forward, while the air flow on the right side will push you backward. If you feel it is inconvenient to move, you can try standing on the left side of the passage."

Hearing this, Doraemon blew out a small breath of air, then came to the left side of the passage and gently grabbed the raised texture on the forehead. He immediately felt a small airflow that was just enough to push him to move. Seeing this, Kurilnai couldn't wait to release the suction cup under him, then jumped forward to feel the novel experience of zero gravity.

“How interesting.”

Doraemon floated in the air with some joy and asked, "Are we going to keep floating like this?"

"How is that possible? If that's the case, it would be so rude."

The Starry Sky Guest who came to receive us continued with a smile, "In addition to the ordinary passages, we also have high-speed passages and exclusive passages in our Ark."

As he spoke, he gently scratched the texture on the wall with his fingers, moved forward a little while breathing in conjunction with his sphincter, and then gently tapped on the spiral pattern on one side. Suddenly, a circular gap appeared in the wall:

"Please come in, two distinguished guests. You only need to wait here for a while before you can reach the reception room."

"Can I ask a question?"

Seeing that the other party seemed to be easy to talk to, Kurilnai couldn't help but ask shamelessly, "Doesn't your society have the concept of vehicles?"

"Of course there are, but they are not needed within the Ark."

The other party replied, "In channels with different wind speeds, people can move as fast as the air circulates, so there is no need for a vehicle."

I see. Because it is a zero-gravity environment, many things are completely different from those on the ground.

He previously thought that these advanced civilizations were nothing more than artillery with longer range, greater power, and faster vehicles, but now he thought that his background had limited his understanding, leading to the wrong perception that the emperor used a golden hoe to plow the land.

While they were thinking, the egg-shaped space they were in closed again, and then began to move in one direction. When it opened again, the door was filled with people standing in six directions: upper left, lower left, upper right, lower right, left and right. Then all kinds of musical instruments that they had never seen before began to play, and the crowd spread out to both sides layer by layer, like a grand and solemn flower that gradually bloomed.

"Please come in, distinguished guest."

Xing Tianke, standing by, extended his hand, his slender fingers elegantly splayed in the air. "The Council is waiting for you."

"Ok."

Doraemon nodded, then pulled Kurilnai and carefully blew the rocket blowpipe forward. Every time it passed a layer of the crowd, water balls of different colors would spray out from the wall, floating in the air like gems. After passing through these layers of gorgeous passages, it finally saw the people behind it.

The huge cyan-gold portal began to close behind him, isolating the noise outside. Xingtianke has never been a civilization that pays attention to form. Everything that seems simple along the way is already their highest etiquette.

"Nice to meet you, dear guest from afar."

Chairman Fang Ark and the other members of the council made a triangle gesture and said, "We have received your warning. On behalf of all Star Sky Guests, Ark Council No. 17495 would like to thank you for your early warning."

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Chapter 411 This matter is also recorded in the etiquette class.

"You're welcome. I just did what I was supposed to do."

Doraemon quickly waved his hands, then as if he had thought of something, added, "If you really want to express your gratitude, could you please solve the criminal network that spans hundreds of planets?"

"We will verify this as soon as possible, but regarding interfering in the affairs of other civilizations, we may need to have some discussions."

The chairman said with some distress, "Direct intervention may not be possible, but we will find a way to provide some drugs that can help with the withdrawal of the Lesi chip."

"It's not that easy to cut off."

Doraemon said dissatisfiedly, "And it's not just the Loos chips that are flooding the market. It's an entire criminal network. Don't you need to be responsible for this?"

Thinking back to the time when Yoshida Saki's body had returned to the time when she first entered high school, she was still craving drugs mentally. Doraemon had to accompany her in the Gate of Glory for a full three months before she was forced to quit her drug addiction bit by bit through full training. But even so, when Yoshida Saki mentioned this ten years later, she still felt a lingering fear, fearing that one day she would fall uncontrollably into that bottomless abyss.

And now, among the hundreds of planets affected by this criminal network, hundreds of millions of people are living in the same hell.

It is clearly our own people who have caused such a bad impact on other civilizations. How can it be solved by just providing some medicine?

"It's hard."

The chairman of the board also said somewhat helplessly, "But Xingtianke's consistent style is to be quiet and inaction, and not to interfere with other civilizations."

"why?"

Kurilnai asked in confusion.

“A sage is unkind and treats all things as straw dogs.”

The chairman explained calmly.

"you!"

Kurilnai's entire body suddenly stretched straight.

"Cough cough."

The chairman quickly explained, "Don't get me wrong. What I mean is that we all view all beings as equals. The so-called tranquility and inaction doesn't mean doing nothing, it simply means not interfering and allowing other distant relatives to develop on their own."

Unlike the Mechanical Apostles who have also experienced the curse, the Starry Sky Guests are the remnants of the aliens who escaped from the malice of QU. They have an innate cultural compassion for those distorted descendants of the aliens. It is precisely because of this compassion that they do not interfere with other civilizations. Because with the cultural level of the Starry Sky Guests, no matter what civilization they negotiate with, the final result will only be one, that is, the other party's civilization will become their vassal.

In today's world of highly developed science and technology and extremely abundant resources, the Starry Sky Guests, at least the vast majority of them, have also developed to a level of morality that is unimaginable to other civilizations. Therefore, not negotiating with other civilizations is a form of respect and care.

After all, Kurilnai was the supreme governor of a civilization, and after a little thought he understood this truth.

However, after thinking for a moment, the chairman made a suggestion. "How about this? We can help solve the Satyr's innate problem. In return, how about letting the Satyr solve the problem himself?"

"Do you think they would be willing?"

Kurilnai said quietly, "No matter what, Satyrs are naturally happier than other creatures. Do you think they would be willing to give up these things?"

Even if some of them regard this happiness as a curse, for the vast majority of Satyrs, their daily mental state is the result of drug addicts of other species taking drugs. They certainly would not like to suddenly become ordinary people.

"I'm afraid not."

The chairman smiled bitterly and said, "This is why we don't like to interfere with lower civilizations. Even if the result is good, it may not be what the other party wants."

In the final analysis, the level of Xingtianke is really too high. In the 21st century, there is a saying that being half a step ahead is a genius, and being one step ahead is a madman. Xingtianke has already been ahead of lower civilizations for countless steps. In their view, the political and social systems of other civilizations are full of loopholes, but if they rashly want to intervene, they will definitely not be appreciated, and those lower civilizations may even harbor resentment, so it is better not to interfere from the beginning.

"In that case, can we just give this potion to whoever wants it?"

Doraemon said, "Even in Satyr society, there is still a well-trained team that firmly opposes the criminal business. They will definitely be willing to accept it."

"Of course, no problem, but it's not convenient for us to contact them directly, so I'm afraid I'd have to trouble you to pass it on."

"Okay, leave it to me."

Very good, this way the other party’s problem is solved.

The chairman crossed her fingers. She had said so much just to get closer to him and test his character. Now she finally started asking her own questions.

——Before making a request, you should first solve the other party’s problem. This is also recorded in the Ark etiquette class.

"As far as I know, the Mechanical Apostles have always been a secluded civilization. They never communicate with the outside world. How did you two get the information that they were planning to go to war with us?"

"It's like this."

Doraemon began to explain, "At first, I came to the planet of the Ishtar Cluster, and then Kurilnai suddenly received the last words broadcast by the Skink Republic, and then..."

The Ark Council listened to Doraemon's description in silence, then looked at each other, seeing the thoughts in each other's eyes - this behavior, embedded in the most advanced mechanical entity in the history of the Milky Way, sounded as casual as elementary school students playing games in an open space after school. Is this true and reliable?

"Excuse me."

A council member asked, "Do you have anything you can use to prove your statement? For example, a prop that has invaded the body of the mechanical apostle?"

"there is."

Doraemon wasn't angry. After all, it was understandable that the other party would be suspicious of such a big thing. So he took out a seemingly ordinary rope from his pocket and held it up. "Exchange rope - with this, the two people holding the two ends of the rope can swap bodies."

"Please let me try."

Kurilnai immediately spoke impatiently - he had already experienced the mechanical apostle's thinking speed, which was like a quantum computer. Now a species that he could only look up to was standing in front of him. If he could also experience the thinking of the Star Guest again, then even if he died on the spot, his life would be worthwhile!

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Chapter 412: The gap between civilizations.

"I am coming too."

Another member of the council also slowly swung his protruding sphincter and sprayed out gas as he floated forward. Due to the lack of gravity, Xingtianke had no concept of chairs and beds. Its main focus was to do whatever one wanted and follow the laws of nature.

He stretched out his slender arm, and then held the rope together with Kurilnai who was obviously impatient. To be honest, he still believed what the other party said. After all, they could not understand how it was done just through mirror projection. It was as if it jumped out of their known knowledge system and was constructed in another more advanced framework of physical laws. Even if it was just this slightly exposed tip of the iceberg, it was enough to demonstrate the level of civilization reached in that parallel world.

They are unwilling to communicate with other civilizations because those civilizations are too low-level, and the mechanical apostles of the same level do not regard other organic life forms as human beings at all. However, if possible, they also want to communicate with more advanced civilizations.

Just as he was thinking, the perspective in front of him suddenly changed, as if the person's body suddenly changed. His originally sensitive thinking seemed to turn from a quantum computer into a primitive abacus in an instant, and the world in front of him seemed to be suddenly covered with a layer of oil and became blurred.

"Have I really entered this body?"

He tried hard to feel his current body, and then couldn't help but say with a hint of pity, "It's really not easy for you."

Kurilnai knew what the other party meant - after experiencing the thinking of Xing Tianke, it is natural to feel that it is not easy for other creatures to survive.

In this body, his mind was extremely clear. The problems that had been bothering him were figured out in an instant, and many of his previous obsessions seemed less important. This improvement in thinking was not only in terms of memory and thinking speed, but also in understanding and inspiration. There was no doubt that even if a Star Guest was allowed to grow independently from an unknown environment, he would be able to easily surpass the current Israeli cluster with this super brain.

No, not just...

For the Xingtianke, the cultural level of the Yisele cluster is probably only equivalent to the level of making fire by drilling wood. The locals may feel incredible about their own achievements, and even deify the predecessors who made fire by drilling wood into the so-called "Suiren" god, but for them, they can see at a glance that the principle is heat generated by friction.

For a moment, Kurilnai even felt a little inferior, but perhaps because Xing Tianke's developed brain itself suppressed many irrational emotions based on physical instincts or hormones, his mood quickly returned to calm.

After all, the Xingtianke civilization has been thriving for 50 million years, and it has only been a few thousand generations since they gained wisdom. It is normal that they cannot compare with others.

Well, calm down, calm down.

After taking several deep breaths of oxygen-rich air that could easily cause a fire under normal circumstances, Kurilnai looked at the people around him and said, "Everyone, I'm Kurilnai."

"It's better to change it back quickly."

At this moment, the Starry Sky Guest soul in Kurilnai's body said uncomfortably, "This feeling... is very uncomfortable. It's like being forced to curl up in a narrow box. My thinking is very slow... I even feel insecure because I don't have the jet tube anymore."

——The jet tube is their specialized sphincter. This organ is like legs to them. Although the body has a similar structure, it is completely unable to rotate as flexibly as Xing Tianke.

"Ok."

Kurilnai reluctantly grasped the rope again, and immediately both of them returned to their original bodies.

"This distinguished guest is right!"

As soon as he returned to his body, the Starry Sky Guest couldn't wait to take a deep breath. Feeling the joy of his sluggish mind becoming sharp again, he nodded vigorously and said, "Swapping minds and bodies—even in theory, we can't achieve this."

Although there are still some differences, for example, the mechanical apostles have mechanical bodies, and being able to exchange bodies with them does not mean that you can also exchange with the mechanical apostles, but now no one would be so tactless as to point this out.

"In that case, we will convey your message to the Supreme Council."

After several Star Guests exchanged glances with each other, it was the Ark Chairman who spoke first. Although he was the chairman of this Ark, there were thousands of Star Guests Arks. Each Ark had an independent board of directors, and the boards of directors at all levels were responsible to the board of directors at the next higher level. In this seemingly loose yet concise and efficient way, the huge group of Star Guests was united.

Therefore, if it was just Doraemon, they could certainly handle it on their own, but if it involved another advanced civilization, then they would have to report it directly to the highest-level council.

"Okay, no problem. So, what about the medicine you promised to cure the satyr problem?"

"Don't worry, this won't be difficult for us."

Another girl from the council stepped forward with a faint smile, twitching her sphincter and saying, "We've already come up with two different medications."

As she spoke, she raised her hand slightly, and several nearby instruments immediately emitted precise light and shadow, combining to form patterns of two different colors, red and blue, in the air.

"Our idea is to use retroviruses to rewrite the satyr's genes. The red ones will alter dopamine secretion in adult satyrs and the resulting chain reactions. The blue ones will alter reproductive cells. Although the virus carriers themselves won't be altered, the next generation will be completely different from the previous one."

She explained with a serene smile, "You will receive these two drugs tomorrow, but according to our laws, this genetic technology can only be used on a civilization with the consent of the user or the consent of local political authorities."

"Of course I know about that kind of thing."

Doraemon crossed his arms and said, "I'll go and talk to them."

"Besides that, we also have a request."

Chairman Fang Ark continued, "We hope to formally communicate with your civilization, or other civilizations in other worlds. Could you please make some introductions?"

"That's not difficult."

Doraemon nodded without even thinking and said, "Leave it to me."