Reborn as an insect, eventually reincarnated as Galactus

Somehow, the robot seems to be flustered. "Come with me if you will," it said, entering the room. I followed closely, my gaze sweeping across the room. All in all, it's fairly small, with the main features being an outward-facing rectangular window, a strange bookcase, and a desk with two computers on it. Maybe. Look, the computer just... Blend into the table. They look both old and extremely modern, which scares me a bit.

I looked at the bookcase up close. It contains a lot of things, most of which I don't even recognize. Some things look like small disks, small metal cylinders, tablets... Cool technology. Maybe very useful.

The robot pauses briefly, grabs an object whose purpose and shape are difficult to discern, and then moves forward on one of the monitors and sits on a chair fixed to the floor.

With just a few taps, the monitor buzzes, and after about a minute, the robot does something seemingly incomprehensible and it turns to me and reaches out its hand. For a second or so, we just stared at each other.

"I want to start with tissue sampling?"

"Oh, uh, no, it's okay. What do you want me to do? I asked diplomatically, my eyes fixed on what was in his hand. It seems to be part of something he picked up earlier. It looks a little sharp, pointy.

"Please show a part of your body. Your arms will be fine. "

Ugh. Well, well, sure?

I stretched out my right arm, and the little blue freckles shimmered softly in the light. The robot quickly pressed the bottom of the tool into my soft flesh, and I felt... Well, I shouldn't have felt anything, ha, but at the same time, I didn't feel the expected pain. It's just a bit blunt, and when the tool is pulled out, the punctured part heals quickly, leaving not even a single scar. The robot let its photoreceptor sit on my arm for a while, then inserted the tool into another part of the tool and finally inserted it into the hole on the side of the computer.

When numbers, words, and symbols flashed on the screen that I didn't recognize, the robot turned to me. "Your healing abilities are outstanding. And without scarring? "

Well, no scars, no," I said, shaking my head.

The robot nodded again in that old-fashioned way. "If we can harness that ability ... In fact, you could be the next Bhakta. or Corto. Anyway, I'd like you to give me a minute or so to enter what you know about your species. I

nodded, and my eyes drifted out the window....

"Are you a herbivore, a carnivore, or an omnivore?"

Oh fuck - oh. Belch? Q&A time? All right...... I can eat anything, and I mean all. It means: "I'm an omnivore." The bot feeds something into the computer.

"How do you breed?"

Leave aside that I can't..."Through mitosis? "This fact.

"What is your stage of maturity?"

In a matter of minutes, longer than promised, I answered questions about my biology, such as the location and presence of organs, my lifespan, whether I had any bodily fluids... It felt a bit intrusive, but all in all, I responded as honestly as I could.

Then, probably after that, realizing that I was willing to put up with as much stimulation and poking as possible, it began to physically examine me, examine my teeth, check the shape on my ears, shine light into my eyes (apparently it wasn't dilated?). and stick out my tongue ... It feels weird, but I've seen a doctor before, so I guess it should be okay, right?

After checking each section, it sits down and inserts a finger probe into the computer, possibly uploading the information directly.

Once it was all over and my profile was in the database, the robot stood up, walked to the bookcase, grabbed a small disc, and returned to the computer. The disc is automatically inserted into the computer, and the robot enters the information in less than a minute. Then, it turned to me. "I've entered all the information I'm able to provide. You write the rest.

I nodded firmly.

The moment I saw the screen, I knew I had messed up.

yes, is this gibberish? Like, I don't know the written language?! Ha, other than anything else I've seen in space, it's completely incomprehensible. yes, uh, I need some help.

I pointed to the screen and turned to the robot. "Ugh. Mr? I can't read"

It stared at me for a moment, its huge insect eyes unblinking, just a moment, just a moment, just a moment, pure anger in the silence convinced me that the creature must be sentient. “... Is that so? There is so much unspeakable emotion in this voice. Are you unable to read general content, or can you only do basic writing? For example, can you read Bogolan script? "

Ugh. I mean——, I can understand something written, but I don't think it exists here? I said noncommittally.

"Good. We'll experiment with various forms of written words until you recognize something. "

We did. I just watched from the sidelines as the robot leaned against me, looping various languages. Some of them actually have normal letters, others are completely unfamiliar, and some look a little familiar but have too rough edges to really recognize. That is, until....

"Hey, I recognize that!" I said, pointing to the screen and the familiar letters. It took me a few seconds to exclaim that I realized how strange the situation was. Does the Chinese language exist in this universe? Yes? Is that...... So, could this be the world of the future or something? It will explain the cool technology and the existence of humans and English, the Chinese language. Not.

"Dear guests. While it is unconventional to use the Bogolan script in official business, it should be allowed given your particular circumstances. "

Uh-huh.

With that, the robot returned to a stiff posture and asked me to continue writing the message. ID requires name, species (filled in), occupation, rank... All of them. A little unsure, I tried my best to answer the questions I could, and once I was done, I turned to the robot. Sensing my mental state, the robot took over the task and completed the last few parts. As it turns out, the final step seems to be to walk up to the bookshelf, grab a small cylinder and transfer the ID information into it. Then it gave it to me.

"This one for you. Dear guests, It is a pleasure to serve you. I wish you all the best on your next journey. "

I slipped the little cylinder into the pocket of my shirt." Uh, yes! It's a pleasure to be here! With that

, the robot left the computer room, and the door closed behind it.

And then...... Now what? I mean, I want to do a lot of things, and most of them involve being with people I know, but it feels like they're not very interested in me being around right now.

Tiffin and Fern are in the cockpit on official business, so... Yes. I don't have much to do?

Well. Maybe I should take a look at the computer database? After all, I've already got permission, so I shouldn't have any problems.

Well, let's look at it here.