Doraemon for an imperfect world

Elder Talai rolled his eyes as he stuffed the letter into the shredder. Actually, he didn't hate this kind of people. A society always needs people to question authority. He also felt that the social system and religious ties of his own civilization were somewhat pathological. But asking him whether it was worth it when the entire civilization was in danger was a bit too abstract.

Suddenly, he felt a burst of light pouring in from outside the window.

"Ok?"

Elder Taran was stunned for a moment, then he raised his head stiffly as if he realized something. The thick dark clouds were pierced by a dazzling light. Then, perhaps because the light was too dazzling, he couldn't help but shed two lines of tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Light……"

Elder Talai stood up tremblingly, looking up at the sky above his head in disbelief. It was not wise to look directly at the brilliance of the rising sun with the naked eye, but at this moment he still stared wide-eyed and dared not look away, trying his best to confirm that it was indeed the dawn of the day and not the fire brought down by the mechanical apostles.

The sun appeared?

Did they really wait until the day when the sun would reappear?

At this moment, a pink portal appeared on the side. As the portal was opened, the negative pressure generated in the vacuum almost sucked Elder Tale out. Fortunately, Doraemon and Kurilnai, who had returned to his own body, walked out in time and tried hard to close the portal.

"Did you just come back from space?"

Elder Talai said, as if realizing something, "Was that done by you?"

402

Chapter 402: Satyr species.

"Doraemon did it."

While rubbing the connection part of his secondary body, Kurilnai complained softly, "Shh, these mechanical apostles are really rough."

"How did you do that?"

Elder Talai asked respectfully, "Being able to have the Mechanical Apostle return the sunlight is something that is unheard of even in the entire Second Empire."

"That's a long story."

Doraemon scratched his head. "Actually, I borrowed some tools from my time to talk sense to the leader of the Mechanical Apostles."

Kurilnai nodded aside, thinking that it was unreasonable for a galaxy lord to teach a mechanical apostle a lesson.

Elder Talai looked a little skeptical upon hearing this.

To reason with the Mechanical Apostle, it would be more reliable to say that it was Grandpa Doraemon who used a stone to knock down the Mechanical Apostle's space giant structure.

"correct."

Doraemon asked again, "Excuse me, do you know where we can find the civilization of Starry Sky Visitors?"

Considering Aster's status as the lord of the Mechanical Apostle Galaxy, the information she said is still quite credible, so the Mechanical Apostle civilization may really be ready to go to war against the Star Visitors floating in the void. Therefore, Doraemon feels that he should notify them no matter what.

"This is it."

Elder Talai thought for a moment, then replied, "According to the Second Empire's internal communications, the Satyrs, 9.7 light-years away, once reported the presence of Star Visitors within their galaxy. An Ark was docked within their star system, but they never communicated with them."

Kurilnay added:

"The Satyr species is a highly controversial entity within the Second Empire. It's said that their ancestors once betrayed humanity, fanatically following the ancient enemy and trampling on their own people. Ultimately, they were transformed into QU's pets."

"pet?"

Doraemon asked with a frown.

"Yeah, that's right."

Kurilnai said, "During the era of the great enemy, the Satyr species was transformed into a species with low intelligence but abnormally high dopamine secretion. They were concentrated and cultivated in a garden world with spring all year round. In fact, even now, the Satyr species still maintains their excessive lifestyle."

Having said that, Kurilnai's tone couldn't help but be mixed with a hint of contempt.

The reputation of the Satyrs is very bad throughout the Second Empire. After all, the descendants of other humans are almost all enduring the endless malice from their ancient enemies, struggling to survive at the bottom of the humble and lowly ecological chain. Living itself is an endless hard labor inherited from their ancestors. As a result, in such an environment where all beings suffer, these Satyrs are carefree and enjoying the happiest time of all mankind on a planet that is carefully designed and all the ecology is for luxurious enjoyment.

——Why do the descendants of traitors live so comfortably?

"I see."

Doraemon said as he looked at Kurilnai, "Then just like before, you will open the door."

"okay."

As he spoke, Kurilnai began to rub the tentacles on his secondary body impatiently, and then after carefully stroking the pink portal in front of him, he pulled it open.

Suddenly, fresh and warm air mixed with some intense music came from behind the door.

"Goodbye, Elder Talai."

Doraemon waved and said, "We have something else to do so we will leave now."

"Wait a moment!"

Elder Talai quickly asked, "Then how should we return your headband?"

"Well, I'll come back and get it after your city is rebuilt."

Doraemon said, "Feel free to use it until then."

"We really don't know how to repay you."

Elder Talai bowed solemnly and said, "I swear to you that the Skink Republic will never forget your kindness."

"There's no need to be so serious."

Doraemon quickly supported Elder Talai and said, "I am honored to have been able to help you successfully."

After saying that, Doraemon and Kurilnai walked to the other side of the anywhere door.

The society of the Satyrs was much more primitive than that of the Israelites and the Skinks, and it even seemed that they had only just developed to the age of using electricity. The singing that Doraemon had heard earlier came from a huge hemispherical building nearby.

It seems to sound pretty good?

Doraemon put the Anywhere Door into his pocket and walked towards that direction curiously.

In contrast to the almost deserted streets, this huge building was almost bustling with people. A large number of creatures gathered inside and danced to the singing. Most of them were satyrs, bipedal creatures with long tails similar to dinosaurs, and the rest were various other species.

“Isn’t there an entrance fee here?”

Doraemon asked curiously.

"No, a considerable portion of the Satyr species' income comes from tourism provided by other species in the Second Empire. Therefore, most concerts are free to enter. Their government will provide corresponding financial subsidies afterwards."

Kurilnai said, "But in addition to this, this planet is also the main hub for the circulation of contraband in the Second Empire."

"Contraband?"

Doraemon, who was watching the satyr singer on the stage twisting his body in a way that a normal human could never do, suddenly looked at Kurilnai and asked, "What exactly is it?"

"There are many, but the main one is something called the Loose Chip."

Kurilnai couldn't help but become serious when he mentioned this. "That thing is a special chip designed to imitate the brain structure of the Satyr species. It's suitable for almost all descendants of aliens. This thing can increase the dopamine secretion of the implanted person by several times or even dozens of times, but the price is that the implanted person will fall into a state of confusion..."

Doraemon nodded to show that he understood.

What is the Lesi chip? To put it bluntly, isn’t it just a drug?

Who would have thought that tens of millions of years after the orthodox human race became extinct, the descendants of humans would actually create the same thing?

"Doesn't the government of this planet care?"

Doraemon asked somewhat dissatisfiedly.

"The Satyr government is notoriously inefficient and slow in the Second Empire."

Kurilnai replied as a matter of course, "You have to understand that their excessively indulgent and hedonistic lifestyles have doomed them to have difficulty achieving anything outstanding."

403

Chapter 403: Ascetic Monk.

A tourist destination and a smuggling hub.

What a complex planet.

Although I feel that this is not something that a parenting robot like me should be involved in, if the government of this planet really does not care, I can't just sit back and do nothing.

As for the matter of Xingtianke, let’s put it aside for now.

"Well, in that case."

Doraemon sighed, then took out his searching cane and placed it on the ground. "Please help me find the location of the criminal organization on this planet."

The missing person cane turned slightly on the ground, then fell to one side and stopped.

——Dividing——Line——

Luna Xipu put down the report in her hand, then picked up the cup with a worried look and took a sip of the ginger water in it. Feeling the pungent taste in her mouth, she couldn't help but put the document on the table with a headache.

She actually didn't like the taste of ginger water. This ancient plant was reproduced by Shui Yin through genetic technology, and the only reason she drank it was because it tasted bad enough.

Unlike their other distant relatives, the Satyrs are blessed by QU. This curse called blessing gives them happiness that far exceeds that of other species, almost to the point of being deformed. However, this excessive secretion of dopamine has also seriously hindered the development of civilization. Until now, their society still maintains a promiscuous and indulgent lifestyle. Therefore, there is always a part of their species who maintain an ascetic life and eliminate everything that can make them happy.

They are not disgusted with happiness, but what they pursue is spiritual pleasure which is higher than physical happiness.

Therefore, they have to eat tasteless nutritional paste, drink spicy ginger water, undergo exhausting high-intensity training every day, cannot wear gorgeous clothes, cannot listen to pleasant songs, cannot do anything entertaining, and every once in a while they have to gather together to whip each other with thorns. Through all this, they resist the innate curse called happiness.

"Shadow Kingdom, they really dare to think so."

Luna muttered to herself through gritted teeth.

According to the document sent by the chief, the underground criminal group has bribed or threatened chiefs at all levels in different regions through various means. The power they hold is so great that they even dare to call themselves the Shadow Kingdom, and the leader inside even calls himself the "Shadow Chief."

The great chief, that is, the chief who commands all the chiefs, has an unshakable sacred status in their culture. Therefore, calling oneself the great chief can basically be said to be equivalent to rebellion.

According to the intelligence provided by the undercover agent before his death, this criminal gang will conduct a large-scale human trade with foreign smuggling ships tonight.

"Prepare the manpower and start the action immediately."

Luna gulped down the ginger water in one breath, then said decisively, "Let's go now."

As a special operations team, they still have some privileges, such as being able to obtain advanced weapons funded by other civilizations of the Second Empire, and the power to conduct operations without prior reporting. The chief even approved that if necessary, they can directly kill anyone they deem necessary without having to explain it.

"As ordered!"

Selene, the assistant beside him, said with admiration in her eyes.

Ah, Commander Luna is looking as heroic as usual today.

So handsome~ I like it~

Soon, hundreds of fully armed special operations team members began to secretly ambush at the location indicated by the intelligence, and then began a long wait.

"report!"

Selene whispered, "Sir, target spotted."

In the sky, the air visibly distorted slightly, and then, as the optical camouflage lost its effect, a 500-meter-long, almost brick-shaped spaceship landed in a square surrounded by several tall buildings. Then, several upright creatures with fangs and claws came down and hugged the members of the criminal gang who had been waiting there for a long time.

"Is it Qiuzhihe?"

Luna frowned and muttered to herself, "That symbol, the Blood Hunt Church?"

The Qiuzhi raccoon is a species that originated from a top-level humanoid predator. Their ancestors were teased by QU and added brutal hunting instincts, so that when they broke free from the shackles of their genes and picked up the wisdom of their ancestors, the culture of blood, sex, hunting and killing permeated every aspect of their lives. However, it is said that their civilization is seriously polarized, and the conflict between the Wild Hunt Kingdom dominated by the Blood Hunt Church and modern factories has been intensifying.

"As expected of Commander Luna."

Selene said in admiration, "Did you recognize the smuggler's origin right away?"

Ah, Commander Luna is so handsome even when she is thinking~

"Everyone remain alert."

Luna said, "Although the Qiuzhihe are savage, they are also the best hunters in the entire galaxy. Don't let them get close to you."

Selene: "Got it~"

Luna:???

"Cough cough."

Selene quickly became serious and nodded earnestly, "I promise to complete the task!"

Luna nodded, and after a brief greeting, the two groups of people at the scene began to exchange chips with each other. The various advanced weapons brought out by the wild hunters could only come from foreign civilizations for the Satyrs who had almost no basic industry. The dried bloodstains deliberately left on those weapons showed their origins.

After a simple shooting attempt, the local criminal organization also took out their goods with satisfaction, and after a simple display, both sides exchanged their goods with satisfaction.

"Report to the commander, the entire transaction process has been recorded."

Selene reported quietly, "The footage is very clear. We estimate there are tens of thousands of Loos chips and at least two hundred tons of flakes."