Doraemon for an imperfect world

"Childcare?" Tendou Kikunojo said, "Give it the phone. The Holy Emperor wants to communicate directly with it."

"Well," Rentaro stepped forward, "the ruler of the Tokyo region wishes to speak with you."

Doraemon gritted his teeth as he took the phone and said rudely:

"Hello, I'm Doraemon."

"Hello." Unexpectedly, the voice that came from the other end of the line was a sweet girl's. "It's an honor to communicate with a being from the future. Although this is a bit presumptuous, our self-defense forces are currently unable to completely stop Scorpio, so we hope to get your help."

Since Doraemon can control hundreds of gastrulae from stage one to stage four, theoretically he should also be able to control stage five, or at worst he can use the relics of the Seven Stars to lure Scorpio away.

"Okay." Doraemon finally couldn't refuse the other party's request. It has never been good at saying no. "But as a price, I want to take away all the cursed children."

"This..." After a moment of silence, Tendo Kikunosuke answered the phone, "We can agree to your request in principle, but the specific details still need to be discussed in a meeting."

The so-called agreement in principle actually means disagreement.

But as a politician, Tendo Kikunosuke knows that writing blank checks and making impossible promises are basic political skills, so he wants to appease this childcare robot that claims to be from the future as much as possible, and then make further plans based on the information obtained in subsequent communication.

Then Doraemon took out the Mini Congress.

——A special tool from the 22nd century. As long as you put a written proposal in it, the whole country will start to implement that proposal.

And if it cannot be implemented due to too much protest, Doraemon has an even more extreme prop - the President's Book - that prop also has a brainwashing effect, so Doraemon does not want to use it at the beginning.

Volume 2: Black Bullet: Chapter 116: Cursed Child Transfer Plan

【Safely transport all cursed children to Area 39 and hand them over to Mr. Matsuzaki.】

"Okay, that's it."

Doraemon stuffed the small note into the miniature model of Congress and pulled the switch.

This prop will self-destruct if it is used too much, but the Cursed Child Migration Act was implemented very smoothly.

Or is this actually a kind of public opinion?

Never mind. It doesn't care.

Doraemon angrily pulled out the Anywhere Door, hung up the phone, and handed it back to Rentaro. He then stepped over the threshold and arrived at the streets ravaged by gastrula. Its massive form passed through the outer area unhindered, then continued to wriggle forward like a walking black hill, knocking down every building in its path. The surroundings were filled with wailing and shouting:

"It's over, it's over, the world is going to be destroyed."

"Help, someone save me!"

"What are those bastards in the Self-Defense Force doing?"

"Oh, my God, please take a look at this world."

"What about the police? Didn't they say some of the Initiates were strong enough to take down that kind of monster?"

Doraemon looked in the direction of the voice. The last person who asked the question was a patient who ran out of the hospital. He was still wearing a straitjacket, his hands were tightly bound, and there were charred marks on his skin from the thunder. It was really strange. They usually called the cursed children monsters and tried their best to drive them out of their world, but when the real monsters appeared, they began to ask where those children were, and even changed the name to Initiator.

How sad, Doraemon thought as he looked up at the tall Scorpio.

The victims become the perpetrators, and the malice created by the adults will ultimately be borne by a group of underage children.

The world is already sick. A pathogen even more vicious than the enterovirus is wreaking havoc in human society. It has existed since humans built the first city, and the huge, twisted and ugly form before us is just one of its symptoms.

"Shrink Light—"

Doraemon took out a flashlight-like prop from his pocket, and pointed it at the towering existence. Under the illumination of the light, the other party's body began to shrink, until it shrank to the size of a palm. Doraemon walked forward and opened the suitcase, revealing the bicycle known as the "Relic of the Seven Stars", as if he had discovered something extraordinary. The shrunken Scorpio immediately showed obvious joy, she let out a cheering sound and quickly crawled onto the bicycle, then wrapped her tentacles tightly around it as if she was afraid it would disappear.

Doraemon carefully held up the box with both hands, for fear of disturbing the other party, but the gastrula that got the bicycle seemed unusually docile at this time. Doraemon took it to the new world created by himself and his children. In order to prevent the spread of the virus, it appeared to come to the moon, and then took out a dialogue box from its pocket that looked like a rice cooker.

——No matter what is put into this, it will become very cute and can also communicate. Bobby from the Iron Man Corps was transformed from a bowling ball into a little yellow chicken through this.

Doraemon hesitated for a moment, used the shrinking light to adjust the size, and then placed the so-called Seven Star Relics and Scorpio inside. Soon, as the dialogue box was activated, a creature shaped like a wheel, with eyes inside and outside, and a human head floating in the middle, flew out:

"Hmm... Where is this place? It seems like I had a very long dream."

"Wait a minute, wait a minute!" Doraemon quickly pushed the other person back. "Sorry, it seems that the bicycle and you are accidentally connected. Please wait a moment!"

As it said that, it quickly readjusted itself, and with the dialogue box activated again, this time a normal human figure finally crawled out.

"Ahem." A childish voice rang out from the thick smoke, "Where on earth is this place?"

As the smoke cleared, a little red-eyed girl with blue glowing tentacles for hair appeared in the spot.

"Anyway, let's change clothes first." Doraemon said as he took out the dress-up camera. After changing the child into suitable clothes, he asked again, "Anyway, do you remember what happened?"

"Hmm..." The girl pressed her lips with her fingertips and looked confused.

"Can't remember?" Seeing this, Doraemon breathed a sigh of relief. "It's okay, this is good."

It’s better not to let her know about some memories that are destined to be unpleasant.

"I... remember," the girl said suddenly. "The syringe, the adults in white clothes, the syringe... and the bicycle! I remember agreeing with the others to leave on a bicycle!"

How is it possible to leave the laboratory on a bicycle?

No...he's just a child after all.

"Don't worry, your bike is still here, and I will bring your friends back too." Doraemon held out his hand. "Do you still remember your name?"

The girl shook her head blankly, then nodded with great difficulty, and answered like a confused child.

"Scorpio...it seems like many people called me that in my dreams."

"That's a nice name." Doraemon took the girl's hand and sat down, then looked at the starry sky above and said, "That's a bright star that can be seen from the southern horizon between eight and nine o'clock in the evening in the summer."

Doraemon raised his head and said that when this world was created, no attention was paid to things like astrology, but it could be supplemented later.

Just use this - the astrological regulator.

If used outside, it might cause trouble to others because of the existence of alien civilizations in the adjusted galaxies tens of thousands of light years away, but it doesn't matter in this world.

Soon, a bright star appeared at the location Doraemon said.

"This star is a gift for you." Doraemon said, "It's a beautiful Scorpio, right?"

"But... the voice in my dream said that Scorpio is the name of a monster." The girl asked blankly, "The only things associated with this name are wailing, crying, cursing and..."

"Don't worry about that kind of thing!" Doraemon waved his round hands angrily. "Every wrong has its perpetrator, and you don't need to worry about that kind of thing!"

The girl tilted her head and looked at Doraemon blankly.

"Forget it." Doraemon sighed, "Come on, I'll take you to meet some new friends like you."

Volume 2: Black Bullet: Chapter 117: Blue Ksitigarbha

Doraemon took Scorpio out of the door and came to the endless sea. At this time, a small island made of models was being built bit by bit. The surging sea water around it kept hitting it, but every time it was smoothed out by an invisible force before approaching the island.

Scorpio stared blankly at the island. Suddenly, a small grasshopper landed on her arm. Curiously, the girl used the tentacles behind her head to pick up the grasshopper and observed it carefully.

"Not...alive?"

She was a little confused and seemed completely unable to understand what was going on.

The super perception of a protogastric animal and the common sense of a human being clashed violently in her mind.

"Because it's made of puzzle models." Doraemon explained, "If you like, you can also piece together what you want."

"Puzzle...model?"

"Yeah, it's fun." Doraemon took her hand and walked forward. Soon a group of children who were working hard on a puzzle appeared in front of them. "Hello everyone."

"It's Doraemon!"

"Doraemon is back!"

"Doraemon! Come look at this."

The moment they saw Doraemon, the children couldn't wait to rush over and surround Doraemon, and even Scorpio was squeezed in with the children:

"Your hair is so beautiful. Does it glow?"

"My name is Shashanai. Na, what's your name?"

"Is this hair alive? Because of the octopus factor?"

"It should be the jellyfish factor, right?"

"Alright, alright." Doraemon smiled and put down a child who had climbed onto his back. "This is your new friend, Scorpio. Remember to get along well with him in the future."

"Scorpio?" A child in the crowd was stunned for a moment. "I remember the name is..."

Before she could finish her words, Doraemon put his small round hand in front of the girl's lips and asked with a smile:

"Do you still remember our agreement?"

The girl nodded quickly.

Of course she remembered that after they created this world, they had made a promise with Doraemon that they would be good children who were kind, merciful, and willing to help others, and that they would never become like the bad adults outside.

"Of course I will remember it." The girl walked forward and held Scorpio's hands with both hands. "Although I don't know what happened back then, I believe you must be a good child, so welcome to your new home. Everyone here will be your friend."

Given a choice, who would want to be a monster?

So she was still willing to believe that this child was a victim of human society just like them.

Scorpio lowered his head to look at his clenched hands, then looked up at the smiling Doraemon. After looking around, he nodded vigorously while surrounded by children and repeated seriously:

"……friend!"

It turns out that being with children makes people happier.

Doraemon thought with his eyes narrowed.

It sat on a tree stump nearby, took out the Dorayaki that the Mechanicus had previously given it as a tribute from its pocket, and while watching the children play, it planned the future of this world in its mind.

After all, it couldn't ignore the crisis facing humanity, but if it just let the actions of the adults go, it really couldn't let it swallow this.

Eh.

They have to be taught a lesson.

Late at night, Doraemon brought the children back to the house and told them to go to bed on time.

"Hey, Doraemon." A little girl named Kyoko suddenly lay down under the quilt and asked, "What will the world of the future be like?"

"Are you curious?"

"Hmm, it must be a wonderful era to be able to create a gentle robot like Doraemon." Kyoko huddled in the quilt and squinted her eyes, imagining, "Hmm... I really want to sleep until the 22nd century."

"Hehehe." Doraemon scratched his head a little embarrassedly. "Don't praise me like that."

It is a good thing that children have a yearning for the future. In their eyes, every rising sun represents a better tomorrow, life will always get better and better, and everything is full of hope.

"Okay, okay, if you don't sleep, you won't grow taller." Doraemon covered the girl tightly with the quilt and warned her carefully.

"Doraemon~" a child said slowly in a somewhat confused voice, "Can you tell me a bedtime story~"

"Well, I really can't help you." Doraemon said with some nostalgia, "The protagonist of the story is a boy named Nobita Nobi, who is the same age as you."

"Is he great?" asked a child.

"No, Nobita is very poor at sports and often gets zero marks on his exams," Doraemon said. "But he's a kind-hearted, responsible kid with sympathy for others. Although he usually looks timid, he can show incredible courage when the time comes."

"Is that your friend?"

"Yes, they are very important friends and family." Doraemon nodded. "We have been on many adventures together, in the sea, on alien planets, in other worlds, and even as heroes who saved the world."

"Amazing!"

"Of course." Doraemon raised his head. "Let me tell you a story about the magical world..."

Soon, as Doraemon was telling his story, the children all fell asleep quietly one by one. Doraemon then tiptoed out of the room, closed the door, and returned to the real world.

It was just dawn outside, and Mr. Matsuzaki was sitting on the sofa with a serious expression, watching the latest news:

"Yesterday, the Zodiac's Scorpio attacked the Tokyo area. This 400-meter-tall monster descended upon the city like a nightmare. Let's interview eyewitnesses and share their experiences."

"What on earth are the Self-Defense Forces for? Where are all the police officers? Why did they let the gastrula get close to the city so easily?"

"I saw it! It's a miracle! A blue Jizo-like being appeared out of nowhere from a door frame, and then used its magic power to shrink and subdue Stage Five!"

"If there really is a Jizo, why didn't he show up earlier? My house has collapsed!"

"My uncle is a high-ranking official in the Self-Defense Forces. He told me inside information that the blue Jizo possesses the ability to control gastrulae. Even the recent lightning strike was caused by him."

"The world is about to be destroyed. The arrival of Phase Five is God's will! The lightning that protects the children of the curse is also God's will! The Book of Revelation records that after the thousand years, Satan will be released from his prison and will come out to deceive the nations in the four corners of the earth, gathering them for battle. Their number will be as numerous as the sand on the seashore—that's referring to those protostomes!"