Doraemon for an imperfect world
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"They've been infected by that monster." An older police officer raised his pistol, his eyes filled with hatred. "Don't be fooled by the fact that they still look human now. They will completely mutate in no time."
"Wait, wait a minute!" The police officer who was struck by lightning stood up with the help of the wall. "We are not infected! Look, we don't have any wounds on our bodies!"
"Shut up!" the old policeman yelled. "I've seen too many people like this. They're clearly infected, yet they deceive themselves and pretend nothing happened, then run to crowded places to hurt people. You damn monsters!"
"No, no, we're not monsters!" The two policemen who had been struck by lightning shook their heads tremblingly. They struggled to explain, "You clearly don't even know what we did."
As soon as he finished speaking, he was stunned.
He suddenly felt that the scene before him was so familiar: the policeman holding a gun, the fear in his eyes demonstrated by paranoid hatred and anger, and the ugly appearance of a coward pretending to be strong by showing off his power to the weaker ones.
It's so familiar.
Just like looking in a mirror, he inexplicably saw his former self in the eyes of those people, but this time he was standing where those cursed children were.
No, no, he must explain clearly, he is innocent, he is a human being.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say a thousand words, but before he could even try to argue, his former companions gnashed their teeth and labeled him:
"Ha." The old policeman with a gun sneered, "I know everything you might do!"
That's not the case!
He opened his mouth to scream.
I am a human being, a human being. I am not infected with the enterovirus. I am completely different from those cursed children. I am not a monster.
He rushed forward with a frantic look on his face, wanting to hold his former companions' shoulders and explain things clearly, wanting to ask them why they refused to believe him. But just as he took a step forward, the fear and madness in their eyes reached their peak:
"He's about to mutate!"
"Die, monster!"
"I will use your blood to avenge my family!"
"Get out of human territory!"
Accompanied by a burst of shouts that were either heroic or meant to cover up fear, a metal storm of bullets poured down on him. Blood splattered on his chest. He fell backwards powerlessly, his eyes full of unwillingness. He never expected that others would be so cruel to him and not even give him a chance to explain.
He could only feel the blood draining away from his body, carrying his life along with it. Another companion who had been struck by lightning like him was hit in the head by several bullets because he subconsciously tried to draw his gun. They just fell to the ground. This was originally the execution ground where they were going to shoot the cursed son, but in the end, he was the one who ended up here.
Cursed Child...
He looked up at the sky with lifeless eyes, and the gray in his eyes gradually became the same as the gray sky.
Obviously, it shouldn't be like this.
In his last moments, he only saw a policeman approach him, holding up his pistol condescendingly:
"How disgusting! He's still alive?"
boom--
Volume 2: Black Bullet: Chapter 105: Do Not Do to Others
Only after the police left did Rentaro emerge from the shadows. The bloodstains on the ground were still clearly visible, and lightning flashed in the distance, still falling one after another.
In any case, he never expected that these policemen who were supposed to maintain order could draw their weapons so easily.
It's just crazy.
He walked out of the abandoned factory and rushed home. When he passed by the hospital, he suddenly found that there was a circle of people surrounding it.
"Beat him to death, yes! He must be beaten to death!"
"If he doesn't die now, will he want us to die when he turns into a monster?"
"I saw it with my own eyes. He had physical contact with the cursed child before he was struck by lightning. He must have been infected at that time."
"How can you be so selfish? If we were infected, we would never cause trouble to others."
The chaotic noise made Rentaro stunned for a moment. He randomly found a slightly higher place and looked in the direction of the crowd in the hospital. He saw people surrounding several men in hospital gowns.
"No, we're not infected. Look!" The patients desperately tried to defend themselves. In their excitement, one of them even bit his wrist. "Look, I'm still bleeding. I'm not recovering at all."
"Don't believe him!" The crowd erupted in a chaotic roar, drowning out the man's defense. "His blood is the source of infection! Everyone, be careful! This bastard got infected himself and wants to take revenge on society by dragging others into mutation!"
"Asshole! What a beast!"
"How could this group of people be so vicious?"
"You're already infected, and you still want to drag others down with you. Damn it!"
"I guess he's still thinking about killing us all after he mutates."
"We can't keep him! We can't keep him!"
The crowd relied on their numbers and quickly concluded the situation with just a few words. Under the collective frenzy, the power of an individual was too insignificant. Then, no one knew who started it, but people picked up all kinds of things from the ground and threw them over. The men in hospital gowns were immediately bleeding from their heads. However, this scene made the crowd below even more excited.
Another non-lethal lightning strike?
For a moment, Rentaro even thought that it would be a better option for these people to die directly under the lightning.
In the end, he didn't meddle in other people's business. Rentaro walked around the crowd and came to a laboratory in the basement of a hospital. As soon as he opened the door, a horrifying scene came into view: twisted and wriggling pieces of flesh, inhuman eyeballs, limbs of unknown creatures, and a mature woman sitting on a chair fiddling with a beaker.
"Oh, Rentaro."
As if she had heard a sound, she leaned back in her chair in an exaggerated manner, her purple hair draped over the backrest. Without stopping, she poured the ominous purple liquid, which looked like taro soup, from the beaker into another container.
"Want to try it?"
"Uh...thank you." Rentaro took the purple, bubbling taro soup and raised his head naturally, not looking at the suspicious object in his hand. "Actually, I have something I want to ask you clearly."
"You mean the lightning strike?"
The woman replied lazily, "Because no suitable corpses have been delivered yet, I don't know if they're truly infected. However, under normal circumstances, the probability of a human being struck by lightning is only one in a million, so it's reasonable to suspect there's probably some human factor involved... Well, if it's a cursed child with genes like electric eels or rays, perhaps they could do it."
"So this is an act of revenge carried out by a child?"
"Unfortunately, it's not." The woman casually picked up a piece of what looked like taro with a fork and stuffed it into her mouth. She then said vaguely, "I called hospitals in every city in Japan, but every hospital's ambulance was out of service. It shows that this is not a small-scale incident."
"Then do you think that if a person from the 22nd century came back to the present, would they be able to come up with this level of technology?" asked Rentaro.
"Hmm~ It's hard to say, but to do this kind of thing would require calculating the trajectory of every particle in the atmosphere, so theoretically it wouldn't be possible within a few hundred years." The woman said, then suddenly asked curiously, "Why do you have such an association?"
"actually……"
Rentaro explained what he saw seriously.
If we talk about the extent of human technology, there are only four people who are most qualified to rate it.
Four sages who stood at the pinnacle of human intelligence had only teamed up once to fight against the enteroantigens. The one before him was one of the four sages, the genius eccentric Muroto Sumire, who claimed that he could read the entire library in just three days and apply all the knowledge in it.
"The future's childcare robots..."
She listened to Rentaro's description with great interest, and then fell into deep thought.
In fact, she had also dabbled in robots. She was the person in charge of Japan's "New Human Plan" in the mechanized soldier plan. The next step of the "New Human Plan" was the "New World Creation Plan" to transform all parts of humans except the brain into machines. However, it was later discovered that the cursed children were stronger than mechanized soldiers and the cost was low, so it was eventually abandoned.
Compared to mechanical ascension or something like that, it is more practical to use the Cursed Child.
"Well, maybe it's true." She finally shrugged. "If time travel technology really existed, it would be like reversing cause and effect. You could get results from the future before even researching a technology. Cartoonists could even copy their own future creations. Under normal timescales, civilization could reach the pinnacle of divinity in an instant. It sounds really wonderful."
"So even you're not sure if this is real?" Rentaro mused.
"Heh, you haven't changed at all." Muroto Sumire sighed and commented to Rentaro in a boring tone, "You're lustful, lazy, indecisive, and have a lot of shortcomings. Why don't you commit suicide?"
"Am I so despairing?" Rentaro complained helplessly. He knew that this was not the other party's ill intention, but simply a genius's quirk, just like the other party would call a corpse a lover.
"Oh, there's one more thing." Muroto Sumire suddenly said, "Those patients struck by lightning all have the same characteristic. I don't know if you've noticed it."
"What is it?"
Muroto Sumire picked up a piece of taro and shook it gently:
"They were trying to harm the cursed child just before they were struck by lightning."
Volume 2: Black Bullet: Chapter 106: Dora Genesis
"Recently, large-scale lightning strikes have spread across the globe. Experts call this phenomenon 'Sky Cloud Lightning.' According to information collected on the scene, the vast majority of victims had close physical contact with cursed children before being struck, and subsequently recovered quickly afterward. The cause of the lightning strikes is still under investigation, but to prevent the further spread of the enterovirus, on behalf of all our staff, I would like to remind all viewers to stay away from these potential asymptomatic carriers as much as possible..."
Doraemon turned off the TV helplessly.
Really, I hope this can teach them a lesson.
It stood up from the sofa and looked out the window helplessly. Even today, the different lightning flashes still flashed outside the window, piercing through the darkness under the clouds again and again.
"Doraemon brother."
A crisp voice came over, and Doraemon quickly put away the worry and dissatisfaction on his face, replacing it with a very friendly smile:
"I'm here, I'm here." Doraemon asked with a smile, "What's wrong?"
"Well." The silver-haired girl smiled a little embarrassedly and said, "Because we have taken in too many companions, the living space is really a bit crowded."
"Is that so? Don't worry, just leave everything to me."
Because his unprovoked kindness could easily make these homeless children wary, Doraemon asked the child he had found to bring the other children back. However, another disadvantage of taking in too many children was that the space and food resources required began to increase exponentially.
So, that's the one we should use at this time, right?
Since this world has no room for children, then...
"Genesis Group——"
Doraemon pulled out a box that looked like some kind of toy from his pocket.
A 22nd century children's handmade toy that can literally create the universe and allow people to intuitively experience the various natural phenomena in the process of the universe's birth. Nobita once used this to create an entire world, but when he used the evolutionary radiation gun to increase the evolution speed of human ancestors, he accidentally irradiated insects, which caused a lot of trouble.
"this is?"
The girl came forward and asked curiously.
"If the people of this world don't want to live with cursed children, why not go to another world?" Doraemon said with a smile. "Look, it's like this."
As he said that, Doraemon put the box on the ground, and many children were immediately attracted to it.
"First, the God's Carpet."
Doraemon spreads the pink carpet in front of the children.
"Then there's the control wand and the halo." Doraemon smiled and put the golden ring on the heads of the children around him. "As long as you wear this, you can fly freely in the created world."
"Amazing." The silver-haired girl stroked the ring on her head and couldn't help but sigh, "Just like an angel."
"As the saying goes, 'Every child born into this world is an angel.'" Doraemon also put a halo on himself, then smiled and knocked on the carpet with his control stick. Suddenly, a rectangular black passage began to appear in the center of the carpet amid the children's exclamations.
"Come with me."
Doraemon, who was feeling a little dizzy as he was stared at by the children with admiring eyes, said this and jumped down first.
The children looked at each other, and finally the little silver-haired girl took the lead in mustering up the courage. She clenched her fists and jumped down with a "Hey whoosh". Following her footsteps, the other children couldn't wait to jump down, and then they came to an endless darkness together.
"It's so dark!" Some children couldn't help but hide behind others. "I can't see anything here."
"Because everything needs to be created by hand." Doraemon said, taking out small jars with words like [Leptons], [Quarks], [Gage Particles], etc. and handing them to the children around him. "Come on, please help spread these cosmic elements evenly around."
"Okay."
Although they didn't know what the purpose of these things was, the children still carried them out seriously. For them, being able to help the benefactors who took them in, or being "needed" was very important, so the work of spreading the initial cosmic matter was soon completed.
"Very good, then the next step will be to do it outside." Doraemon said and led the children to fly out again, "Because there will be an explosion."
"I know that," a lively child immediately raised his hand. "It's the Big Bang!"
"Yeah, that's right." Doraemon praised very seriously, "Our universe also originated from a big bang, just like it is now."
As he spoke, Doraemon began to use his control wand to seriously reach into the God Carpet and stir it.
The last time, because they accidentally overlooked this detail, Nobita was directly sprayed out by the impact of the Big Bang. Although the props in the 22nd century generally have safety measures to ensure that there is no life-threatening danger, it still made them uncomfortable for a long time.
Nobita...
Hey, seeing things reminds me of people.
As Doraemon stirred, the scene in God's carpet began to shrink, gather, and then light up in an instant.
"what!"
It seemed that because of the sudden explosion, many children were frightened, but when they stuck their heads out again, tiny stars began to appear in the deep darkness.
"This is a planetary cloud and dust spinning together. Our Earth looked like this 4.6 billion years ago," Doraemon explained earnestly, true to his duties as a childcare robot. "And if you use this control wand to accelerate time... you see, the sun appears, and the rocks and gas nearby form asteroids that orbit the sun. These collisions create the first asteroids."
As Doraemon pressed the button, the universe on the other side of the carpet began to accelerate wildly as if it was influenced by Heaven's Manufacturing.
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