Doraemon for an imperfect world

“…It’s no use.”

Kurilnai silently closed the Anywhere Door. He first looked at Doraemon, then looked at the Anywhere Door, then looked at Doraemon again, and then walked stiffly towards a citizen on the side of the road. After a brief exchange, the other party enthusiastically exchanged his secondary body with Kurilnai, and then he returned to the Anywhere Door again and reopened the door.

——The result naturally remains unchanged.

"This is the planet you were thinking of."

Doraemon explained as he walked over and shone the adaptive light on Kurilnai. "Anyway, come over first, and then we can figure out how to deal with the invasion of the mechanical apostles."

Kurilnai looked at his assistant somewhat numbly, and the latter nodded silently to indicate that what the consul saw was not an illusion.

So, if there were no interference from a great enemy, to what extent could humans evolve?

At this moment, Kurilnai's hatred for QU, which was originally inherited from history books and lacked reality, became more real than ever.

391

Chapter 391: Religious Kingdom.

Kurilnai stood on the endless ice field, then looked at the dim sky behind the door and breathed a sigh of relief.

Considering the speed at which electromagnetic waves propagate in the universe, he had thought that the lizard colony had long been destroyed by the asteroid bombing tactics of the Mechanical Apostles. Now it seemed that although the climate was not very good, it had still suffered from the asteroid impact.

"Then we have to find a way to find them."

Doraemon dreamed as he searched his pockets again. "A locating staff. With this, I can find the nearby Skink City."

Watching the robot before him perform some incomprehensible act, Kurilnai calmly lowered his voice and instructed his assistant, "Go back and tell the Senate that I cannot miss this opportunity to directly contact a higher civilization. You will take over the position of Chief Archon while I'm away."

In fact, his assistant is actually a candidate for the consul. There is no clear class hierarchy in the system of the Israelite group. Although they can reproduce sexually, as a legacy of the vicious curse imposed by QU, they are actually hermaphrodites, so there is no so-called innate difference in physical fitness caused by gender. In addition, they are a kind of sexually punished animal. The process of sexual reproduction is an unbearable torture for them. Therefore, in most cases, they increase their population by self-division - this is also the reason why Doraemon saw that there was only one child on the entire street. If they did not truly love each other until death, no one would be willing to try to experience this cruel torture designed by the ancient enemy.

The split individuals have the same concepts, ideas and abilities, which means that in their society, the "inheritance" system of the ancient stars through blood ties does not exist. The resources accumulated by an individual will only decrease with the split, which also leads to the resources and knowledge that each individual can possess being continuously distributed evenly. The position that each individual holds is simply because they are "suitable" for that position.

It is inevitable that Kurilnai and Eshi are actually splits from the same individual. This split of multicellular organisms is similar to the cutting propagation of plants on ancient Terra. Their genes are exactly the same, and there are thousands of identical suffixes after their names. Each suffix represents a generation of individuals traced back upwards. If he chooses to split one day, he will not die either. His memory, knowledge, ideals and name will be inherited by the two split individuals.

Therefore, Eshi actually has the same talent as him in governing civilization. Becoming his assistant is not only to share the workload, but also to accumulate experience in order to take over the position of consul when necessary - such as now.

"I will explain the situation to the Senate as best I can."

"But this is too risky for you," said Eshe.

"I am the only one who took the risk, but if there is any benefit from this, then the entire Israeli community will benefit."

Kurilnai lowered his voice and said excitedly, "This is worth it. We must seize this opportunity. Otherwise, if we only rely on our own slow research, when will we be qualified to stand shoulder to shoulder with those high-ranking Mechanical Apostles or Starry Sky Guests? In their eyes, we are like meat carpets that can be easily crushed under their feet. Today it's the Skin Lizards, and in the future it may be our turn!"

After saying that, Kurilnai ignored Eshi's obstruction and tried hard to drive the tentacles grown on the secondary body used for walking to speed up the movement before Doraemon closed the door, and finally squeezed to the other side of the door.

"Uh……"

Doraemon looked at the creature made of a pile of meat in front of him in silence. "You don't have to stay by my side all the time, do you?"

"At least we can see how advanced civilizations behave and what they are capable of."

Kurilnai said naturally, "Please, please let me stay by your side. At least I can broaden my horizons."

As he spoke, Kurilnai bent down with force. In fact, it was difficult for him to make such an ancient alien posture with his body. The gap between them and his ancestors was too big. But even so, Kurilnai still tried hard to show his attitude.

"Ok."

Seeing the other party's persistence, Doraemon had no choice but to agree. "But it's so cold here, then... a thermos ball!"

As he spoke, Doraemon took out a round orange-yellow ball, and after activating it, it immediately floated above Doraemon's head. The area covered was forcibly transformed into a suitable temperature. Then he took out a bamboo dragonfly and put one on himself and gave one to Kurilnai. After teaching the other how to use it, he flew in the direction indicated by the missing cane.

——Dividing——Line——

At the same time, in front of a grand altar, a female Skink, whose angular green horny scales were considered sexy and seductive by her species' aesthetic standards, stood stubbornly in front of the altar and accused:

"Enough, what are you doing?"

Tarina shouted, "Our resources are already insufficient, and you're burning this precious fuel for no reason. Do you know how many people freeze to death every day on the outskirts of the city?"

"Death is an inevitable relief, child."

The elder sat on his bipedal mammal with his hands folded, and said calmly, "But the light of the Buddha will guide our souls to the Lord's heavenly kingdom."

"That stuff doesn't have even the slightest bit of scientific basis. Why don't you understand?"

Tarina excitedly wanted to rush forward to argue, but the devout believer beside her immediately pinned her to the ground. "If those so-called beliefs really work, why do the aliens still suffer such a horrible fate?"

"Infinite Heavenly Lord."

The elder drew an ankh on his chest, then bowed his head to Tarina and said, "In the name of Muhammad, I forgive your transgression. Amen."

"I don't need your forgiveness!"

Tarina struggled to retort, "Look at what you've all been doing. The Mechanical Apostles have sealed off our star, yet you're busy praying at the altar, ignoring the people suffering from the freezing cold outside. Do you think the so-called Buddha will fall from the sky just because you've lit a strong enough fire?"

The elder remained silent, merely chanting scriptures. These scriptures came from ancient times, thousands of years ago, once chanted by the former masters of the stars, and eventually picked up and inherited again by their successors. The Skinks collected scattered scriptures from all over the Second Galactic Empire and pieced them together, completed them, and restored them, using them as the cornerstone of their own culture:

"Namo Indra, the God King, Avalokitesvara Zeus, who walked deep into Tartarus for a long time, illuminated Anubis, and saved all beings..."

392

Picture 392: Lies and Faith.

As the elders chanted, a huge amount of fuel began to be injected through pipes into the center of the altar with a diameter of hundreds of meters. Then, according to the patterns carved in advance, flames rose up like blooming lotus flowers. Seeing this, the people around them immediately fell into unparalleled frenzy.

The elder looked at Tarina with some regret, then raised his hand and signaled several of his men to drive their mammalian livestock wearing bone masks and carry several huge pottery jars to the sacrificial fire. He raised the scepter in his hand and said loudly:

"O Lambs of God, the mechanical apostles have sealed our star. They summoned wind and snow in an attempt to force us to submit, but they don't know that our fleshly bodies are not all we have! Beyond the flesh, our souls possess a freedom they can hardly imagine! Come forward, and I will share this star's nectar with you. Everyone will reach the other side of heaven through the fire sacrifice. There, each of you will have seventy-two beautiful and strong companions with beautiful scales and bright colors waiting for you."

Upon hearing this, the surrounding spirit lizards immediately cheered and rushed to receive the so-called nectar from the elder's hands.

"Drink, drink more."

The elder narrowed his eyes slightly and said to everyone in a kind tone, "Drink until your soul and body are separated. Then you will not feel pain when you walk into the sacrificial fire."

"Is it really not painful at all?"

A female Skink asked expectantly, cradling two turquoise eggs in the arms of her garment.

"I'm sorry kiddo."

The elder gently rubbed the other's head and said, "It will still be painful. This is the final test before you ascend to heaven. As long as you can get through it, all that remains is endless joy."

"Got it, thank you, Grandpa Talai!"

The female spirit lizard said this, and couldn't wait to pick up the bowl, fill it with a large bowl of nectar, and drink it down.

"Okay, you're welcome."

Elder Talai patted the other man's head and said with a smile, "Grandpa will reunite with you in heaven."

These nectars are prepared according to the alien recipe. The ancient aliens would mix grain and a kind of bacteria to brew this liquid. They reproduced this tradition in the ruins, but the bacteria used for fermentation have disappeared. What they use now is a bacteria designed by the Shuiyin Federation in the Second Galactic Empire through its advanced biotechnology. It is similar to the bacteria used by the ancient aliens but more efficient.

However, due to the lack of sunlight, they no longer have enough food, so the nectar is mixed with industrial ethanol.

Elder Talai looked around and found that Tarina seemed to be still roaring angrily, so he called other people to stand there and distribute nectar in his place, and then walked towards her with the scepter.

"fraud!"

Tarina roared loudly, her limbs now completely bound. "Our civilization is almost at its end, and you still want to carry out that meaningless religious ritual?"

Elder Talai was silent for a moment, then waved his hand to signal others to leave, and then sat down carefully with his scepter on the ground. The scepter that symbolized the supreme divine power seemed to have turned into a walking stick in the old man's hand.

"Yeah, it's pointless."

He said, "But what else can we do?"

"If we pool these precious resources, perhaps we can survive a little longer? Perhaps we can wait for other civilizations within the empire to come to our rescue."

Tarina seemed to see hope and said impatiently, "Hurry up and make them stop!"

"That's too late."

Elder Talai shook his head and said, "Do you know why I have always kept the resources to myself and not let others interfere?"

"Because you're just a greedy tick who wants all the power!"

Tarina said viciously, "You have monopolized all human resources, enslaved people with religion, and now you want them to die meaninglessly. Sooner or later, you will go to hell."

“There are no more resources.”

Elder Talai suddenly said.

"what?"

“There are no more resources.”

Elder Talai repeated, his eyes reflecting the rising flames and the people rejoicing over their passage to heaven. His thin lips moved, and his aged voice barely reached Tarina's ears before being drowned out by the crowd's cheers. "This is our last resource. We'll have no fuel to keep warm tomorrow."

"what?"

Tarina was stunned for a moment, then immediately asked, "Why? When those mechanical apostles first arrived, didn't you say we had enough resources to last for hundreds of years?"

"Haha, I fooled you."

Elder Talai chuckled and said, "If I hadn't said that, society would have been in chaos long ago, right?"

"You've been lying to everyone all this time?"

Tarina asked, her eyes wide.

"Well, including now."

Elder Talai stared blankly up at the endless dark clouds and sighed, "I know you've always thought I was a charlatan, but if we didn't believe in reaching heaven after death, our people would have lost their order long ago. But now this lie can no longer be maintained... Frozen to death is too painful, so I hope they can at least die happily, leaving this world with beautiful expectations."

"But how could you!"

Tarina spoke incoherently, "How could you deceive the people like this? Everyone trusts you so much, yet you conceal so many things and even want to drag everyone to their deaths. This is a crime!"

"Well, you're still young. You'll understand when you grow up."

Elder Talai muttered to himself, "No one will come to rescue us. It takes two planetary revolutions for the electromagnetic waves to reach the nearest civilization. And even if they received the signal, which civilization would dare to face the Mechanical Apostle's fleet for us? What else can I do except deceive you?"

"you liar!"

Tarina screamed, trying to stop others from dying. "Stop! Stop now! There is no heaven at all. He lied to you all. Stop—"

But on this joyous day, no one paid attention to her cry, but as one person stepped into the sacrificial fire, the entire altar suddenly rang out with a series of exclamations of surprise.

The flame seemed to lose its temperature in an instant, and accompanied by the exclamations of the crowd, an Israeli and a chubby blue and white robot cat fell from the sky.

"Huh, luckily I caught up."

Doraemon held a photo of flame and said with lingering fear.

Temperature-controlled camera - Once captured by this camera, the object in the photo will maintain the same temperature as the photo itself, even flames.

393

Chapter 393: Frostpunk.

"Israel?"

Tale looked at the sound that fell from the sky. Although he had no impression of the round creature, the other creature made up of a pile of meat stacked together was obviously their neighbor two light years away.

What’s going on? My good neighbor is coming to support me?

That shouldn’t be the case. If that were the case, how could he come here alone?

And it seems that Israel, like my own civilization, does not have the ability to cross the vacuum of the universe for the time being?

Thinking of this, he quickly turned over and rode on his mount. He ran forward, waving his hand to signal the others to stop. Then he looked at the two people who landed in front of the sacrificial fire and said, "Israelite Group? Why are you here? And who is this person?"

Although they have their own native languages, the language of the ancient stars is the common language of the Second Galactic Empire, so there is no obstacle at all in communication between them.

"This is Doraemon, a creation of ancient aliens from another universe."

"parallel world?"

Elder Talai asked. Although he was a religious person, he was not unfamiliar with scientific concepts. Moreover, there were similar concepts in the aliens' religion.

"Ah hello."

Doraemon said as he looked behind him at the Skin Lizards standing in the sacrificial fire and staring at him, "What are you doing..."

“It’s their culture.”

Kurilnai lowered his voice and explained in his own language, "The Skink Republic knew of the existence of the Queer Empire long ago. Therefore, their civilization has long been in fear of the dark forces within the stars. Therefore, in order to seek spiritual peace, they have always been fanatically obsessed with religious affairs. Later, through the Second Galactic Empire, they collected every religion of the aliens and compiled it into their own Bible."

“It’s our ritual.”