Doraemon for an imperfect world

Doesn’t such a young child have a guardian?

Doraemon felt that his sense of responsibility as a child-rearing robot was urging him to do something as soon as possible.

"Well." Since the child seemed to be blind, Doraemon did not take off his invisibility cloak. Instead, he walked over and asked softly, "Are you separated from your family?"

"No, I was just abandoned." The girl paused for a moment, then continued to answer with a smile.

Eh?

Throw away, abandon?

"Sorry, sorry." Doraemon quickly waved his hands. "Then what happened to your eyes? Are they injured?"

"I was filled with lead." The girl said calmly, with that quiet and well-behaved smile, as if she was talking about something that had nothing to do with her. "The mother who abandoned me hates red eyes."

Filled with...lead?

Mother?

What is this kid talking about?

Doraemon couldn't help but take a step back, and a huge sense of absurdity suddenly ran through his body and mind.

A mother put lead in her daughter's eyes and then abandoned her?

This kind of thing is weird no matter how you think about it, right?

It looked at the girl in front of it. She looked to be only about ten years old and showed signs of severe malnutrition. Her clothes were tattered as if they had been worn for a long time, and there were scratches and bruises on her exposed skin...but she was still smiling, as if that was the only expression on her face.

"Why can you still laugh even after this?" Doraemon couldn't help but ask.

"Because I can't survive without smiling." The girl said calmly. It was a dead calm, like dead water that could never stir again. But even so, her face still wore that incongruous smile. "I have to take care of my sister who was abandoned with me, but I can't survive on my own. So if I smile, maybe someone will be able to give me some help, and it will also reduce the number of times I get bullied by others..."

As they were talking, two men passing by casually threw a can pull ring into the bowl. The girl heard the sound and quickly turned in the direction of the sound, saying gratefully, "Thank you!"

"She's still saying thank you," a man jokingly said, "and there were two voices just now. Was that ventriloquism?"

"It's just an innate ability of monsters, right?" another person said casually. "How disgusting."

Doraemon's eyes suddenly widened.

Too much! This is simply too much! How could these people treat a disabled girl like this? Don't they have any empathy at all?

It's simply unforgivable!!!

Volume 2: Black Bullet: Chapter 100: The Cursed World

"Damn it, damn it, damn it... Watch me teach you a lesson!"

Doraemon gnashed his teeth and rummaged through his pockets. "Apology Grasshopper—use this to confess to me!"

It threw out two seemingly ordinary grasshoppers with force. After spinning in the air, they flew into the nostrils of the two men. Through the effect of this prop, even the most heinous people could realize their mistakes and work hard to repent.

Sure enough, as soon as the apology grasshopper entered their noses, the two men froze in their tracks. Without saying a word, they turned around, knelt on the ground, and began to cry bitterly towards the girl.

"I'm sorry! When I think about it carefully, I really deserve to die. I didn't dare to face the gastrula, so I vented my anger on the child. I really deserve to die..."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Although I know I'm not worthy of asking for your forgiveness, I'm really, really sorry!"

"Eh? Um, please stand up, I...um..."

The girl was a little overwhelmed by the sudden appearance of the two men.

"It's our fault, it's all our fault. We relied on the cursed children to fight in the outer area to survive, but we took out our fear of the gastrula on them. I'm not worthy of being a human!"

"Please accept this anyway. This is all the savings I have. If you don't accept it, I will never forgive myself for the rest of my life."

"Eh? But, big brothers..." The girl was obviously a little at a loss. She really needed money. After all, she had a sister who was also blind and needed to be taken care of. The fact that two people suddenly knelt on the ground and kowtowed to her still made her young brain freeze for a moment.

"Since they took the initiative to offer it, you should accept it first." Doraemon stood beside her and first looked at the money. It was probably a few thousand yen thick. Although it was not much, it was enough as a lesson. "This is also a kind gesture from others."

"Okay then." The girl said gratefully, "Thank you, big brothers."

She accepted the stack of money with both hands with great gratitude, and Doraemon took out pepper and sprinkled it on the noses of the two people at the right time - this was enough as a lesson for rudeness.

"Ah Qiu——"

After sneezing several times in a row, two green grasshoppers flew out of their nasal cavities and then returned obediently to Doraemon's hands.

"I really deserve to die...eh?" They were stunned for a moment, looking around in a daze, and the strong sense of guilt instantly receded like a tide.

What happened just now?

He looked around in confusion and was about to leave when suddenly a great fear enveloped him.

Because he suddenly knelt down to confess, a group of people gathered around him, and some of them even had mobile phones in their hands and seemed to be recording videos. Almost instantly, he thought of the consequences if his video was uploaded to the Internet.

People have always rejected those who are different from themselves, and no one cares about right or wrong. The wandering cursed child might be able to go somewhere else and continue begging every day, but he would soon be discovered and stared at by everyone, whether they truly hate the cursed child or simply follow the crowd, and then become the target of their anger...

They can do this, just like in school, anyone who dares to get too close to the bullied kids will be bullied too, and their life may be ruined by that monster!

"No! No!" He hurriedly and anxiously explained to the crowd, "It's not me, it's not what I wanted... It's her! Yes, that's right! It was her! It was that monster that suddenly took control of me just now!"

The blind girl still had that peaceful smile on her face at this moment, and was holding the money in her hand tightly with gratitude, imagining that she could bring her sister her favorite snacks tonight. Because the cursed child had a strong physical fitness, it didn't matter even if she went hungry for several days, she could still be a qualified sister.

But the sudden accusation from this kind-hearted person left her somewhat bewildered. The girl could only continue to smile and asked, "Um..."

"Monster!" The man quickly took a step back. "She is a monster! Look, she's still smiling!"

"Yes! Monsters!" The crowd immediately responded, "These monsters killed my mother ten years ago!"

"Monster! Kill this monster!"

"Drive these cursed monsters out of our city!"

Bang! A bottle of carbonated drink traced a parabola through the crowd before landing on the head of a bewildered girl. The carbon dioxide inside the can, shaken violently, pushed the seal apart, and the sticky liquid instantly drenched the girl's body. Her short silver-white hair, mixed with the sugary liquid, clung to her face. The smile still lingered, but the ribbon covering her eyes fell off, revealing two shockingly ugly lumps of lead in her eye sockets.

No one could see who threw the can because the culprit was standing in the sun, but the light was too dazzling to tell who in this crazy crowd had such great malice towards a girl.

But with the first person taking the lead, more people began to shout the slogan "Down with the gastrula" and started further atrocities. The slogan was so passionate, as if they were heroes facing a huge monster.

Huh? Why is this happening?

Doraemon was frightened by what he saw. He never thought that people would direct such malice towards a disabled child who was less than ten years old. He could only anxiously search for props that might be of use.

But in the next moment, the man seemed to have gained courage from the shouts of the people around him, or simply to clear himself of the suspicion of sympathizing with the cursed child. He suddenly rushed over and pushed the child. The petite figure immediately fell backwards and fell from the other side of the overpass amid screams!

"what--"

The girl couldn't help but let out a scream, and held her head in fear, preparing to hit the ground, but just before she fell to the ground, a gentle embrace caught her.

"You are going too far! How can it be considered an achievement for so many people to bully a child?" Doraemon landed on the ground with the girl, put the bamboo dragonfly and the invisible cloak blown by the wind back into his pocket. Even though he was always good-tempered, he felt unprecedented anger at what these people did.

But faced with the obviously inhuman Doraemon, the crowd who had just been shouting so proudly about eliminating the gastrulae suddenly began to scream and flee.

——After all, they knew that real gastrula would not be as harmless as the cursed child.

Volume 2: Black Bullet: Chapter 101: Enterovirus

"Huh?" The blind girl seemed to realize something. She stretched out her hands and touched Doraemon's head, and then she felt something round. "Raccoon cat?"

"It's a cat-shaped robot!" Doraemon couldn't help but retort loudly, "I'm not a raccoon cat, I'm a cat-shaped childcare robot from the 22nd century!"

"future……"

"Anyway, we have to leave immediately." Doraemon said, putting the girl on the ground, then took her hand and ran towards the alley. "Come with me, if you stay any longer, it will cause a commotion."

When they arrived at the alley, a shrill alarm sounded. Doraemon took out the Anywhere Door from his pocket without thinking, and said to the girl, "Hurry to where you want to go and open the door, otherwise it will be dangerous."

"Door?" The girl looked up in confusion, but still reached out her hand and groped for the doorknob, then turned it in confusion. Suddenly, the loud sound made her realize that behind the door was an abandoned unfinished building. This was her and her sister's home - although it was dilapidated, it was still warm because her sister was by her side.

"Let's go...be careful with the threshold."

Doraemon carefully led the girl through the anywhere door, then closed the door again, and the shrill alarm sound disappeared immediately.

The girl stood there in a daze until a somewhat childish voice sounded:

"elder sister?"

It’s my sister!

The girl immediately ran towards the direction of the sound and hugged a girl who was curled up behind a pillar. "Don't be afraid, sister is here."

"Yeah, I'm not afraid. With my sister by my side, I'm not afraid of anything." The girl said softly, then turned her head curiously in the direction of Doraemon. "Who is he?"

The child's eyes were also filled with lead, so was he determining his location by sound?

How could there be such a mother in the world?

No, it should be said that the people in this world are all very strange.

It is simply unreasonable to allow such young children to live in a building that may collapse at any time.

"It said it was called Doraemon," the blind girl explained. "Is it a robot from the future?"

The girl herself found it a little hard to believe, but Doraemon said so, so she was willing to believe him.

Such a gentle person will never deceive himself.

"Robots of the future?" Her sister asked in surprise. "What will the future be like?"

"Well," Doraemon said as he pulled out his doctor's suitcase and walked over to examine the two children, "it's an era where all children can be loved and cared for, and that's why I was created."

As it spoke, it looked at the condition displayed on the doctor's suitcase:

[Enterovirus infection]

【Bilateral mechanical eye injury】

Malnutrition

"Enterovirus?" Doraemon asked curiously, "What is enterovirus?"

"Hmm?" the girl asked in surprise, "Aren't you from the future?"

"Well..." Doraemon scratched his head a little embarrassedly. He didn't want to say that he was from another future world. After all, he had just told the other party that the future world would take care of children. "Actually, in the future, things like protozoa and protozoa viruses no longer exist."

An adult might have noticed the problem immediately. After all, even if a virus is eradicated, it will at least be recorded in history. But the girl didn't dwell on these details - even if such a beautiful future is false, why should she expose it?

"The protovirus is an unknown virus that suddenly broke out worldwide in 2001." The girl very obediently pulled Doraemon to sit on a broken mat, and then continued with that sad smile, explaining, "Infected organisms will mutate in a very short time and combine the genes of other organisms to evolve. It was those protoviruses that destroyed the human world in a very short time."

As she spoke, the girl turned her head, and Doraemon also looked in that direction. The unfinished building had leaks on all four sides, so just by looking up, one could see the huge black stone tablet standing on the ground in the distance. From a distance, it looked like a bunch of tombstones, silently mourning the passing of an era and the human rationality and all the beautiful things that were buried with that era.

"Those are giant stone tablets," the girl continued. Her voice was incredibly sweet, without a trace of the sadness she felt after being discriminated against or after her time in Shanghai. Her voice alone revealed a young woman brimming with youthful energy. "Those stone tablets are made of metal iron, and the weak magnetic field they emit is enough to keep gastrula away."

"I see." Doraemon nodded, took out two small bottles of liquid from the doctor's suitcase, and then asked casually, "Then what did it mean when you were called a cursed child?"

"Well," the girl smiled, stroking the ugly, irregular lead mass in her eye. "If a pregnant woman is infected with the protostomia virus, she might give birth to a child with protostomia abilities—people like us."

"In that case, you're clearly victims too. Seriously, if you're upset with the gastrula, go outside the monolith and vent your anger on the real monsters. Bullying a child is nothing!" Doraemon said angrily. "Anyway, drink this first! It's a miracle drug from the 22nd century. It'll heal your eyes quickly."

Although the modified genome cannot be changed back, it can at least ensure that the disease will not continue to worsen.

The blind girl took the potion with a smile, but hesitated. This kind of vigilance was the survival instinct of street children. After all, there were often people who pretended to want to take in cursed children and then took them home to abuse and kill them. What was even more terrifying was that even if such people were exposed, they would most likely not be affected and might even be called heroes. On the contrary, those who helped the cursed children speak out would be labeled with all kinds of insulting words.

but……

She hesitated for a moment, and finally mustered up the courage to drink the potion in her hand. Then she felt a sharp pain in her eyes.

"Sister?" The slightly smaller child immediately hugged her sister nervously.

"I'm fine." The girl gritted her teeth hard, but even so she still maintained that smile. Two lead blocks were forcibly ejected from her eye sockets. She subconsciously closed her eyes. The long-lost light stimulation made her a little uncomfortable, but she still tried hard to open her eyes again. When she raised her head, a blue figure with a gentle smile was looking at her with some worry. The afterglow of the setting sun just stayed behind its round head, and the soft light it emitted was like a god.

Volume 2: Black Bullet: Chapter 102: Dora's Ten Commandments

Buddha...

No, the girl put aside the inexplicable associations in her head, and then lowered her head, as if she still couldn't believe that her eyes had recovered like this. The world was so cruel to her, so cruel that she had taken it for granted, so that this almost miraculous kindness was so dreamy and unreal.

It is just like the tiny flame in the hand of the little match girl, beautiful yet illusory.

Without thinking too much, she hurriedly grabbed another bottle of potion and fed it to her sister, her only family, as if she was afraid that it would disappear if she was late.

Doraemon watched this scene with a smile. Although he still wanted to go home immediately, he certainly couldn't ignore the current situation. So he decided to find a way to solve the problems in this world first. This was the bottom line that he absolutely could not give up as a parenting robot.

As the ugly lead blocks condensed by malice were squeezed out of the eye sockets, two pairs of eyes as beautiful as rubies appeared on the girl's tender face.

"What beautiful eyes." Doraemon exclaimed sincerely.

"You're the first person to say that." The girl touched her eye sockets and said, "Other people hate eyes like that."

"But it's obviously beautiful." Doraemon waved his fist in dissatisfaction. "Those people are just making excuses for their prejudice!"