The whole weird world is waiting for me to go to heaven

Chapter 1145 The Origin of Bell
"Please come this way, everyone. This is the Origin Hall of Bell Labs..."

Leading the way was a tall, thin young man who was smiling as he introduced everyone.

He was very handsome, with delicate features and fine glitter on his cheeks, his whole face shimmering under the light.

Unfortunately, he was wearing a drab, loose-fitting Bell Labs uniform, which looked like a layer of industrial gray had been cast over him, instantly suppressing most of his charm.

As soon as Aston saw Liu Hongyi staring intently at the guide, he immediately coughed lightly, pretended to be nonchalant, and turned to the side, using his exaggeratedly broad shoulders to block her view.

But then Liu Hongyi whispered:
"The woman next to him must be his girlfriend, right?"

Aston was overjoyed—

It turns out it was just gossip.

“Maybe she’s just a date,” Aston said in a low voice, a sneer on his face. “But judging from her expression, she’s probably not happy with today’s date. And who would date in a place like this?”

The two were referring to a beautiful woman standing next to the tour guide.

She wore extremely heavy, vibrant eyeshadow, the color flowing from the outer corner of her eye all the way to her temples, which, combined with her graceful and daring evening gown, made her look so strikingly beautiful that she was almost aggressive.

A person like that shouldn't be here at all.

Clearly, she thought so too.

So at this moment, he is crossing his arms and looking unhappy.

The guide was still enthusiastically introducing the topic from the front:

"...As the first wave of the colonization team, Dr. Bell I led the team to Colony Planet 7234, initiating the earliest colonization project and laying the foundation for the later glory of the planet..."

"What's wrong here?" Liu Hongyi asked with a light laugh.

Aston leaned closer. "If I wanted to invite you out, I certainly wouldn't let you come here. This place... is for country bumpkins from out of town."

Liu Hongyi raised an eyebrow. "Aren't we also 'country bumpkins from out of town'?"

“No, no, no, of course you are not!” Aston said with amusement. “Judging from your ‘natural’ appearance and your unique temperament, you must have excellent genes. You are probably the reclusive descendants of some noble family.”

"Otherwise, how could someone like Lord Liu, an 'unknown,' emerge? Without a sufficiently good genetic foundation and resources, one simply cannot reach this point."

Am I right?

After he finished speaking, he winked rather smugly.

Liu Hongyi just smiled at him without saying a word.

Aston didn't need Liu Hongyi's acknowledgment and continued:
"So, you've come here probably because you've been living in seclusion for too long and want to learn more, right?"

"Hmm...I guess so."

This is a memorial hall commemorating Bell Labs' opening to the public.

At that time, Liu Sheng asked Aston:

"As the headquarters of Bell Labs, your Central City-State should have some kind of memorial hall or exhibition hall, right? The kind that tells the story of Bell Labs' great achievements."

Hearing this, Aston Kirigiri was also a little confused.

A search of the memory bank revealed that Bell Labs did indeed have a memorial hall open to the public.

The promotional text also included phrases like "perfect for family trips," "an immersive experience of the origins of Bell's civilization," and "feel the breath of the great pioneers."

But in reality, most of those who actually come here are ordinary people from other places.

If nobles wanted to see Bell Labs, they could simply apply for permission to visit the actual Bell Labs facility.

But Lord Liu said that since he had come to the Central City-State for a rare occasion, he had to let his family see and appreciate the splendor of Bell Labs.

Aston had no choice but to comply.

"It's a pity you're in such a hurry, otherwise I would have made an appointment with my good friend in advance and asked him to take me inside Bell Labs for a look."

"Really?" Liu Hongyi's smile deepened.

“Well, of course, I can’t bring too many people—” Aston said, subtly reaching his hand towards her, “So you can come with me alone—”

Before we even touched it, a force suddenly slammed into us.

Aston's exaggeratedly broad shoulders were knocked askew, causing him to grimace in pain and feel a tingling sensation on half of his body.

A red-haired girl with a lollipop in her mouth passed between the two.

She exuded an aloofness that kept strangers at bay, and she didn't even turn her head to apologize. "This... ouch..." Aston rubbed his arm, his eyes blazing with anger, "Your sister is really strong."

Liu Hongyi was still smiling.

"Yes, she's always been like that, she's really amazing."

She also showed no intention of apologizing for her sister.

Instead, after saying that, he walked straight ahead and stood side by side with "sister" Liu Hongshan in front of the huge, colorful sphere that was slowly rotating in the center of the exhibition hall.

Aston could only grimace and rub his arm as he followed.

He even made a point of keeping a certain distance from the red-haired girl.

"...In the early days, the colonists did indeed have a very difficult time."

The guide continued to boast about the great achievements of Dr. Bell I.
"Later, as crop cultivation gradually solved the problem of food and clothing, air quality was improved through technological means, and vaccines against local bacteria and viruses were successfully developed, we truly began a new colonial life."

"Later on, by establishing satellite base stations and gradually connecting the star network, the colony finally received long-term support from the Federal Empire. It was from that time that this planet officially entered the technological age."

"Not to mention the chip revolution led by Bell Labs and the legalization of cognitive assistive systems—it was this series of great innovations that gradually made the humans of the colorful planet the leading new human race."

"And all of this is inseparable from the great Dr. Bell I!"

As Aston was listening, someone suddenly patted his arm. He turned around and saw the fat, white-haired old man—his "grandfather" in red—grinning at him.

"Hey kid, are you still going to drink that?"

Aston paused slightly.

I felt the bone-chilling coldness on my hands.

When he first entered the museum, he bought a VIP ticket to show off his wealth.

Although it wasn't much more expensive, everyone got an extra cup of brightly colored chilled drink, served in a cup shaped like the head of Dr. Bell I. After finishing the drink, you could take the cup with you, so it could be considered a souvenir.

But this drink is very cheap, and it smells strongly of artificial coloring and flavoring. Aston would never touch such a thing.

So he handed over the cup without hesitation:

"Here you go, I've never had any."

The Sword Immortal Taibai accepted it with a smile.

He didn't drink it himself, but instead handed the beverage to a little girl next to him.

The little girl's eyes lit up, and she timidly said "thank you" to Aston, then secretly glanced at Ariel.

Only then, as if carrying some precious treasure, did he run back to his parents, clutching "Dr. Bell I's head," and sip his drink, his face beaming with joy.

This family of three was the only remaining tourist besides the "New World" family and the beautiful woman.

They are clearly the common people Aston was referring to.

My father's body is mostly mechanized. You can see the tires and flight components stored in his waist, and there are two seat positions and a cargo bay interface on his back. He could probably be used as a small vehicle if he lay down.

The mother, on the other hand, is a digital life.

It was projected through a watch-like terminal on the daughter's wrist, its shape semi-transparent, with occasional glimmers of pale blue light around its edges.

As for the little girl, her features were average, and she was probably not even six years old. However, her body had already undergone some modifications, making her quite robust and strong. It was clear that she was preparing to continue down the same path as her father.

This is a very typical non-aristocratic appearance.

But it's clear they're not short of money; this makeover wasn't cheap.

They are probably all high-income earners from the central city-state.

Especially the mother, who most likely had some connection to Bell Labs.

Even so, family members cannot directly enter the actual Bell Labs; they can only visit this kind of memorial hall that is open to the public.

That's really strange.

At this moment, the guide led everyone to a huge floor-to-ceiling window.

"Look, everyone, if you look down from this window, you can see our great Bell Labs."

Looking down, there are tall, thick walls.

Inside the walls stood a dense forest of servers, like a steel jungle, their cold lights flashing incessantly, stretching as far as the eye could see.