Reborn as an insect, eventually reincarnated as Galactus

I didn't answer immediately, and Tiffin turned his gaze to Fern. "Ensign, report the situation."

Fern's body stiffened. "Yes——, yes, sir. Both my guests and I collaborated to create an organic device that would allow Mott to regenerate itself in an easier way. He swallowed and glanced sideways at me. Yes——, moreover, it can also serve as a point of greater body expansion. If the commander allows me to express my opinion, I believe it will be very useful as a biological weapon. Mr.

The corners of Tiffin's mouth seemed to tighten. Is that so? This is a most interesting proposal, ensign. Mulder?

I got up. "Uh, really?"

He held out his hand. "Can you give it to me?" A thought seemed to cross his mind. "As long as you want, that is."

Unless I-, uh, I'm not -...

To be honest, I kind of don't understand why not. So far, the point of this little pyramid is that if one of my bodies is destroyed, I will be able to regenerate from it, right? Well, to keep it safe, giving it to someone far away from my subject is probably my best bet. Even if this pyramid is destroyed, it will grow back on my tail, so there is no danger!

I just showed Tiffin my own little pyramid. as a sign of trust. As a symbol of friendship.

A smile tugged at the corners of my mouth as he carefully took it in his hand, assessing it for details, weight, and size.

Fern walked between us, his eyes glinting with the pursuit of opportunity. "Sir, I am honored to guide you in using it if you can. I assure you that since I am its creator, I am as knowledgeable as this guest. Hah"

Tiffin looked at him quizzically, then at me. I give a thumbs up. Yes, he's good!

"Good." His gaze turned to Fern and then to me. "When we enter the chart space, we will enter the hyperspace in about three standard days. There are currently no hyperspace passages available in the vicinity, so we will continue our route until we come across one. You'll be alerted. "

Huh? Belch. Of course! Pointless, but hey, space! "Yes, sir!"

The lieutenant behind Tiffin sighed silently, heaving his body in a way that gave him a feeling of utter despair. Fern was only slightly confused.

Typhin ignores their perception of the current situation. "Welcome to the onboard computer."

At this point, the lieutenant finally spoke. "Commander! This is unacceptable! Even for you, allow this horde alien to access our message-"

Tiffin held up a hand, stopping the lieutenant's impassioned speech. "Unless an officer of a higher rank than me decrees otherwise, Mott shall be treated not only as a guest, but also as Emperor. He should be allowed access to the most basic information. Don't joke about the details. The superiors had a sharp eye and made sure that the lieutenant would not object. Send him a temporary ID card for travel. Minimal access. The

lieutenant gritted his teeth, his eyes dark. Very good, sir. Then, he turned those angry eyes to me. And, man, he looks really scary. I mean, I've never had a conflict with any authority or anything, and now I know it's a very good idea. "Guests, the concierge bot will help you right away. Don't try to interfere with how it works. "

The lieutenant didn't seem to bother to talk to me, he just glanced at Tiffin before turning and re-entering the cockpit.

Tiffin and Fern also left, heading to... Somewhere.

Maybe also to the cockpit? I don't really know, because before I wonder if I should be standing somewhere else, I can only assume that it was a humanoid robot hovering behind me, big bug-like eyes looking down on me. The design of its face is actually a bit intimidating.

"Hello dear guests, I'm BT-451, please come with me," it said in a mechanical, feminine voice that felt very out of place. Told me to follow it, and when it turned to the corridor across the cockpit, I quickly followed it.

We walked for a few minutes and I had some time to actually work on the robot.

Despite the fact that its "skin" is a black plastic, it still moves with surprising human movements, although it shouldn't be. Both of its arms are in a stiff, semi-bent position, and its legs also move in small, stiff steps, which makes it move much slower than a real person. Still, it's a little too human, as if the flesh and bones are hidden under a shiny plastic skin.

"Forgive me for taking the liberty of asking, my honorable guest, what species do you belong to?" It asked, its insect-like head moving slightly to meet my gaze. Pretty question, ha, I mean, I've answered this question a dozen times now, so again, "I know this question can seem rude, I'm just asking to expand my database." "

Database?" In the time I had to really think about it

I thought it tried to nod its head, but since it had a very stiff neck, it was more like a little bow. "The report about your lack of knowledge is correct. I and many other robots on this ship are connected to a database with a lot of information on a variety of topics. One of them is the sentient species. Your physiology does not correspond to any known species. Once we arrive at the computer room, will you have the honor of taking a tissue sample from me? "

That's ——, is this a new proposition? Belch.

"Of course? Um, uh, I guess it depends on what you're doing with it? I said as I tried to assess its reaction through its body language or facial expressions. But this is only a bust because its face is fast and it continues to walk.

The robot doesn't have any pause before speaking. "It has many uses. At the moment, its greatest use will be to complete Task Force 101's mission to explore uncharted areas. Each sample added to the database furthers this mission. There was a brief pause between us. If you're more interested in emotional arguments, there's a good chance your organization will provide solutions to certain humanitarian issues. Disease, famine... Your body tissues or fluids may have great untapped potential in fields such as medicine. "

Oh, damn it. Are you sure? Well, that's – that's actually a good argument. Enter the database and help the empire... Sounds like a plan!

"When you say that, of course!" I said, this time, I can really feel the emotional state of the robot when its shoulders are slightly sagging. But it feels weird, if a robot is a robot, why does it look... Well, emotional? To be sure, only a little.

"It's nice to hear that, dear guest," it said, with a hint of relief in its voice that seemed genuinely relieved. We arrived at a closed door. "Ah, it looks like we've arrived. Please wait a minute. "

As I stood there like a wild dog, the robot leaned against the door and drew my attention to a small hole. It reached out to it, and I stared, a small mechanical object sticking out of its fingertips into the hole. It spun around a few times, and with a whoosh! The door hissed open. "Wow!"

It turned to me, momentarily surprised and confused, and then showed me its index. "It contains a probe that interacts with the ship's interface." I nodded deeply, trying to

keep the information in my mind.

"Uh-huh."