Doraemon for an imperfect world

"That's right, why did the rebellion happen?" Doraemon asked following Kiya's words.

"Alien?" The young woman had just woken up from her trance and immediately looked at her daughter, who was cowering behind the blue monster, with horror. "My daughter, you actually betrayed the Divine Emperor?"

"Hmm..." Kiya let out a long breath, then turned her head away, hugged her chest and snorted coldly to express her dissatisfaction.

"Don't get me wrong, we are not enemies." Doraemon could only wave his hands again and tried to explain, "We are here to help you."

"Help?" The young woman frowned slightly, trying hard to recall what had happened before. Her memory still stayed at the time when she was hunted by the Harkonnen family, but looking at her daughter's condition, she wondered how long she had been unconscious and what had happened during this time?

Just as she was trying to think, suddenly a burst of hurried footsteps came from outside the door.

"Oh no." Israel immediately changed his position and blocked Doraemon in front of the door. "There are surveillance cameras in this room."

Although many people may mistakenly believe that the surveillance systems in this world are all embedded in the servo skull, in fact, there are various electrical appliances that are similar to those in the 3k era.

The current situation is obviously that someone has been monitoring Israel, and then hurried over after discovering the sudden appearance of Kya and Doraemon.

Kiya took out two swords from under her clothes without hesitation.

"Wait a minute!" Doraemon quickly grabbed Kiya, who looked eager to try and cut something, and then frantically searched his pockets for the prop he needed: "Non-biological hypnotic horn!"

boom--

The next moment, the door was kicked open, and several strong men armed with laser rifles rushed in, with the black muzzles of the laser rifles pointed at the people in the house.

Facing the enemy's weapons, Doraemon took a deep breath, raised the horn and shouted loudly, "You are bubble guns!"

The non-living hypnotic speaker, as the name suggests, is a speaker that can hypnotize non-living things.

Through this speaker, a mirror can think that it is a TV, a boring comic book can think that it is an interesting comic book, and a second-floor window can think that it is a first-floor window - and their actual functions will change as a result.

Just like now.

In a realm invisible to everyone, the fragment of Om Messiah, the machine spirit attached to the weapon, suddenly became dazed. After a brief moment of confusion, it suddenly realized a truth:

It turns out that I am a bubble gun.

As a bubble gun, of course you can't fire at will. You should spit bubbles yourself.

Let’s go blow bubbles~

"Fire!"

The leading sergeant raised his weapon and pulled the trigger as if he had no intention of giving the aliens a chance to explain... Then, dense bubbles with a brilliant luster spurted out from the muzzle, filling the entire room almost instantly.

"...???"

He stood there in a daze, his brain unable to react to what was happening for a moment.

witchcraft?

"Let's run now." Doraemon pulled a few people and broke through the glass and jumped down from a high place.

The scenery of the nest city suddenly appeared before the eyes. Thousands of high towers stood on the ground. Each tower was as huge as an entire city, or it could be said that it was some kind of over-industrialized city that had evolved over the years of history. The towering skyscrapers and giant tower-like buildings used as foundations and load-bearing walls continued to be built. They were ugly and crowded and piled together, which reminded people of the anthills built by wild ants, which might even reach a height of more than two meters.

Over the past thousands and thousands of years, humans have built nest cities one after another, surviving in this dark universe with difficulty but unstoppably.

"Sir, sir——"

Israel held onto the hem of her skirt and let out a heart-wrenching cry for help as she fell.

"Leave it to me." Doraemon held the non-biological hypnotic speaker and shouted at the ground beneath his feet, "You are the most effective cushion!"

After saying that, everyone fell to the ground, but the severe pain they had imagined did not come. The ground actually wrapped them up with incredible softness, as if they had fallen into some kind of sticky liquid, but were immediately bounced out again, and even bounced repeatedly on the soft ground several times.

But just after they barely regained their ability to move, more soldiers suddenly surrounded them.

"We have to leave quickly." Doraemon took out the Anywhere Door again, but Kiya immediately put her hand on Doraemon's shoulder and said, "Please wait a moment, sir. They may have tracking devices on them."

Kiya vaguely remembered that the patriarch once mentioned that his tribe in the original world was exposed because of the tracker, and many members of the tribe were burned to ashes.

"What should we do?" Doraemon said in panic.

"When Roy took over the tribe's industry, he mentioned to me that there is a planetary defense force that belongs to us, and we can go to them."

"Then you open the door, please!"

Kiya nodded, put her hand on the handle of the door, and with a slight twist of the handle, she actually arrived at the place she wanted to go.

"Damn it." The planetary defense officer who squeezed to the window from a bunch of dense bubbles looked at the people below who disappeared out of thin air, and suddenly gritted his teeth. If his superiors knew that he had failed to guard, his life and the life of his family might be in danger.

How to do how to do?

He looked at his brothers somewhat bewilderedly, and at that moment he even wanted to shoot himself in the head - at least this way his family would not be implicated.

But this weapon...can it still kill people?

He lowered his head and looked at the laser rifle in his hand with an ugly expression as if he had eaten excrement. For some reason, this weapon that was supposed to reap lives actually started to spit bubbles.

What is the principle behind this? Why did the alien become like this after just shouting?

If the priest of the Mechanicus saw this, he would definitely kill me, right?

Volume 1: Chapter 18: The Mechanical Priest's Doubts

In the end, the sergeant still had the nerve to report what had happened to his superiors.

"You let someone escape right under your noses?" His superior's face turned pale. He grabbed his collar and demanded, almost roaring, "Do you know what you are talking about? Do you know what that woman means?"

It was a living key, and with it, almost all genetic certifications of the Planetary Governor Atreides family could be passed, which was almost necessary in this increasingly fierce war.

"Sir, I..."

"Shut up, you idiot!" The officer pushed him to the ground, pulled out a gun from his waist and pointed it at his head. "You lost such an important person, why did you dare to come back to see me alive?"

It would be better for everyone if you died obediently in front of the aliens, but if you come back alive, won't it implicate you, your superior?

"Let me explain. It was a gun. That alien tampered with our weapons, and then..."

boom!

Before he finished speaking, a bloody hole appeared on his forehead. The officer turned around without saying a word, and the guards beside him immediately raised their weapons and began to execute the soldiers who had failed their mission.

The blazing beam slashed down like the Grim Reaper's scythe, and the wailing and the pungent smell of burning flesh and blood instantly spread, filling the entire room.

"No, sir, spare my life!"

“We really tried our best!”

"You bastard!"

"..."

The company commander, hands behind his back, listened quietly to the dying cries of those men. Finally, he sighed softly, "If that lord asks, just say they were controlled by the aliens through unknown means. Even if I, Laban, discover them, I will execute them."

It's not that he wants to fabricate fame or something, but dying during a mission or being controlled by an alien is different from surviving by letting the alien leave. Even if they are doomed to die, they still have families. The treatment of the family of a martyr and the family of a deserter is very different.

"Commander, what should we do now?" someone asked in a low voice.

Laban glanced at the man and could clearly see the fear in his eyes.

"Don't worry, brother. That master isn't a bloodthirsty person." Laban glanced at his men and reassured them softly. Then, as if thinking of something, he looked at the weapons that were said to have been cursed by the aliens and had lost their lethality. "By the way, go and show these weapons to our priest. Maybe we can find out what those aliens did."

"As you command, my lord."

Two soldiers walked out on their own, picked up weapons from the corpses and began to jog in the direction of the priest.

The Mechanicus priest was said to be from a world called Acheron VIII. He usually stayed in the armory most of the time and did not communicate with anyone - although in fact most of them really could not understand the binary language at all.

When the two arrived at the armory, they saw the extremely prominent red figure almost at first sight.

This priest is actually not very tall, and her mechanization level is not very high. She is covered in a red robe. A pair of metal limbs and some metal tentacles of unknown purpose extend from under the robe.

"Sir." They stopped respectfully, lowering their heads, not daring to look directly at the being that was almost inhuman both physically and mentally. "Some of our brothers encountered some aliens while carrying out their mission, and their weapons were rendered ineffective by the aliens. The commander asked if you could take a look at these weapons."

They lowered their heads and saw through the reflection on the smooth floor that the red metal and flesh-and-blood creature seemed to have some interest in the word "alien" and began to turn around and approach him. When the two sides got close, he even saw the face of that creature through the reflection on the floor.

A mask with two metal tubes is not only worn on the face but also directly becomes a part of the body and face. One eye has been transformed into a metal prosthetic eye with an ominous red light, and the other one reveals a gray misty color.

The priest wordlessly took the guns with his biological arms and metal limbs, and then suddenly tilted his head strangely as if he had discovered something.

The two soldiers looked at each other and immediately fled the scene in a hurry.

"If everything is alright, we'll leave first."

Si Ke Si did not stop these people. In fact, since she came to this planet, she had almost no communication with the local officers and soldiers other than the mission - most of the officers and soldiers did not dare to speak to her, and she did not dare to talk to them. Even walking to crowded places was an extremely difficult challenge for her.

But this weapon...

Si Ke Si placed it on the workbench with great respect, gently stroking its metal surface. After concentrating her mind, she finally heard the voice from the machine spirit.

Machine Souls, fragments of the Om Messiah, manifested along with the wisdom of the Om Messiah in various human creations. Due to the differences in the machines, the strength of these Machine Souls also varied. Normally, the Machine Souls used by ordinary planetary defense forces would only make tiny whispers, but at that moment, what she heard was the roar and howling that could only be emitted by many large vehicles on the battlefield.

Yes, she heard it, the machine spirit was shouting enthusiastically:

【I am a bubble gun!!!】

"I am the son of Om Messiah, a believer in the God of All Machines." She murmured a prayer. "I know all the applicable rituals, from the worship of lighting the fire to listening to the singing of the engine. I communicate with the souls of ancient technological machines..."

She gently applied holy oil to various parts of the guns to calm the fanatical machine spirits.

Then, with a hint of awe and curiosity, he asked, "Spirit of the Machine, please reveal to me what makes you so fanatical."

[I don’t know anything because I’m just a bubble gun!!!]

Bubble gun?

Si Kesi felt a little confused:

"Please answer me, kind soul, what is a bubble gun?"

[Bubble shooter, pull the trigger! Pull the trigger, I can't help but want to blow bubbles!]

What does blowing bubbles mean?

She felt a little confused, but since it was the machine spirit's request, she still carefully picked up the weapon, lowered her head and pulled her robe hard to ensure that at least two-thirds of her face was covered in shadow. Then she lowered her head and looked at the ground under her feet and walked quickly towards the training ground.

After noticing her approach, some soldiers began to leave quickly, which made her feel a little relieved.

Then she started pulling the trigger.

Accompanied by the cheers of the machine spirit, bubbles spurted out from the muzzle like a dream, drifting away in the wind, as if hiding an unknown secret.

Sikos: ???

Volume 1: Chapter 19: Machine Spirit: This is what Om Messiah said

Oh, Om Messiah!

Sikos returned to her armory, caressing the machine spirit and calming its fanatical soul. She disassembled, reassembled, and fired again, trying to find something abnormal about these laser rifles. But no matter how she checked, she had to confirm that this was just an ordinary laser rifle, forged by the wisdom of the Ohm Messiah and possessed by the machine spirit of the Ohm Messiah. But she didn't know what went wrong. This machine spirit actually insisted that it was just a bubble gun.

But how do you blow bubbles?

Sikos even explained the existence of the gun to the machine spirit from every part of it, and the machine spirit responded with one sentence from beginning to end:

You're right, but I'm a bubble gun.

Well, although it has built-in excitation structure, energy storage system, heat source power pack and other devices, the machine soul still firmly believes that it is just a bubble gun.

Is this also the effect of alien technology?

Sikos couldn't help but fall into deep thought. One of the main reasons why alien technology had long been regarded as heresy was because of the machine soul. Those blasphemous creations were soulless. They were the fallacies of the darkness and disorder in the universe and the short-lived ripples in the long river of history. It was just that people in her hometown were more open to this.

Just like the Westernization Faction on Holy Terra in the 2K era, there is also a Westernization Faction within the Mechanicus headed by Huangquan No. that focuses on alien technology.

So at least Sikos herself was quite open-minded about alien technology, but if alien technology could even interfere with the aliens...

A thirst for knowledge suddenly burned in her body, driving her to uncover the truth of it all.

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"Mechanical Spirit, please answer my question. Why are you so sure that you are a bubble gun?"

She asked, guessing what answer she might get.

Some kind of Warp corruption, alien witchcraft, or other Warp inducements.

Om Messiah is the master of the material world, so only the existence of the subspace can change the machine soul.

This is the only reasonable guess. Om Messiah hates the existence of psychic energy, so every priest and even the Crusaders of the Mechanicus will never allow even the slightest bit of psychic talent to exist in order to comprehend His wisdom.

But the machine spirit gave her an unexpected answer:

【It is the command of Om Messiah! 】