Will the out-of-control servitor meet the cosmic cat?

After all, when I was in middle school, writing essays, to put it bluntly speaking in Chinese, has always been a pain in the author's heart.

Let me just tell you the reason for this book.

The setting of this book is actually a bit old. The planet data of Catus was settled by me 4 years ago, but I have never been able to write a satisfactory beginning. Once, there were nearly 20 words of waste manuscripts in the computer.

The protagonist at the very beginning was a pure omnic, following the route of the Iron Heart Destroyer, but later I found that I was completely incapable of describing an inhuman, ruthless omnic perspective, so I gave up.

For most of the openings in the middle, I used the setting of the earth traverser, but due to the author's experience, the writing did not have the feeling of omnic's aloofness and overview of the whole situation, full of pettiness, and was discarded.

Starting from March when Xianfu was at home, it was changed intermittently to November. I feel that I can’t procrastinate any longer. If I procrastinate, I will move. In order to sign the contract before moving, I used the current starting point to post it. .

(I later learned that Maozhan is an electronic signature)

The author has no experience in writing books, and often jumps left and right between the states of "is it too watery" and "is it too boring", so he created a book friend group to collect opinions.

In the end, including me, there were only 6 people (crying).

If readers have any comments, feel free to ask, because the author often does not know whether his writing is good-looking, whether it is good or not, and if no one says it, he himself does not know that his writing is bad.

Regarding the update, there is nothing to say. After that, there is no accident, and the [-] words a day is perfect (laughs). Although the grades are very poor, I really want to write about this subject, and the manuscript fee can be enough for me.

In short, thank you for your continued support, and I wish you all a happy New Year's Day!

Volume 55 Cats and Space: Chapter [-] Stronger Than a Fox, Not Shame

After a friendly and harmonious exchange with the rear, the delegation apologized and left in such a hurry.There is no way, the development of the situation is too different from what they imagined, and the staff did not make a plan for this at all-no one thought that the "slaves" who were talking about it for a long time were not talking about the same race at all?

In order to prevent any accidents in the subsequent exchanges and ruin the newly warmed diplomatic relations between the two countries, the parliament ordered them to stop the visit urgently and report back to China immediately.

"What is this?"

Looking at the backs of those hurriedly leaving, Bai murmured to himself.

Although they left in a hurry, in order to avoid misunderstandings and to show their goodwill, the delegation took the initiative to present the introduction of the "slave" and the gene map of this creature to Hong.

Although logically speaking, this encrypted gene should not be known to foreigners, the parliament still decided to agree to this proposal-although they are greedy, corrupt, and selfish, they will never be incompetent. After all, the super high IQ is not covered.

After confirming that the so-called slave cubs in the same family were actually the serious Jeffrey, combined with the red's doting on them, these officials immediately realized that this was an excellent opportunity to show their favor.

"If what they say is true, there was something wrong with the original ship."

Because, according to the information they provided, whether it was the Federation or the Empire, the slaves they adopted were all genetically engineered creatures, which were very different from the normal population of Jeffrey citizens.

Although the appearance looks similar to Jeffrey, they both walk upright, with two hands, two feet, one tail and one head, but their bones, appearance and even intelligence are very different.

Of course, it’s useless to just say it. In order to clarify the suspicion, they specially presented a complete genome, including all the fragments hidden by technical means, for Hong to compare.

The results are impressive.

"91%"

This is the answer given by the super calculation - genetically speaking, compared with the slaves, the whites are only 91% similar.

Regardless of the theory, with such a large gap, it can almost be assumed that the two belong to completely different species.

"Then, what about those people?"

"The similarity with the standard sample is 99.1%, which exceeds the threshold of 0.5%." Hong tried her best to avoid emotional interference and only spoke with data, "However, the similarity of the subjective apparent sequence is as high as 99.7%. Modified based on the Jeffrey genome."

"is it?"

Bai was a little hard to accept.

"Then those people..."

"Based on the current information, this is not the mainstream trend of thought in society, but the unilateral behavior of the owner behind the immigrant ship."

Although the tone is speculative, in Hong's heart, she has basically regarded it as a fact—it is difficult for the alliance, and there is no need to tell such a lie, because as long as she sends the machine to go around the territory of the alliance, Such a clumsy lie can be exposed in no time.

Then, if this conjecture is true, the image of the alliance will immediately change from "serving the native race" to "serving the foreign race", which is a considerable change.

At the very least, Hong could not accept a cruel race that turned its own race into slaves and oppressed them wantonly, even the cubs.

But if she just enslaves a foreign race to obtain labor, she doesn't care at all—even if the foreign race is cute and popular, she is at most her own private adoption, and she will not openly oppose their main clan.

After all, she herself is still killing the Ai Xing people, bombing the ground day and night.

The conflict between races is so cruel and ruthless. Compared with being wiped out by nuclear bombs and genocide, being enslaved for life is a good ending.

At least, the alliance is reluctant to let this group of useful slaves go extinct, and being able to avoid extinction is already a great gift for a failed race.

"Wait until I find out the truth of the matter." Hong took her hand and said seriously, "I will give you a complete explanation."

"I promise."

"Um......"

Bai Nunuo replied, not knowing what she was thinking.

--------split line--------

Soon, Hong received an official diplomatic communication from the Alliance.

Since this is a mess made by the federation, in order to ease the emotions of the same race, the president of the federation personally came forward for this communication.

The process is also very simple. First of all, no matter what you say in your heart, at least on the outside, you apologize sincerely, explain the misunderstanding caused by the two parties' previous poor communication, and emphasize that the Federation is free and democratic, and there will never be any enslavement of its own population. And so on.

However, when faced with Hong's question of "Why didn't the Federation find out about it when he asked to hand over the cubs' genomes before", his face became a little embarrassed.

We can't just say that our intelligence department is too rubbish, and we don't even know about it when we hide it from others, right?

However, Hong didn't expect them to give an explanation right now—anyway, it's not her who is worried now, but the alliance camp headed by the Federation.

They are the ones rushing to clarify themselves.

For Hong, her goal is very simple, nothing related to this matter can escape.

Therefore, for now, there is only one news, which is the most critical.

"This immigrant ship belongs to the development company responsible for reclaiming the Federal Colony No. [-], right?"

"Yes, it is."

"Then I have only one goal."

Hong smiled for a long time, a smile that only seemed to feel creepy.

"I don't care how big the company's social impact is or how solid its foundation is."

"As long as it is related to this matter, all, must, die."

"This......"

It can be said that he is interfering in the internal affairs of other countries without giving any face. If it is another country, he will say without hesitation, "The Federation will never surrender!".

However, the person who spoke was Hong.

"Definitely, definitely, we will never let anyone go!"

Mr. President said righteously, as if he was negotiating with his superiors, not the heads of foreign races.

Power is stronger than others, not shabby, not shabby.

"If I find out that there is any cover-up..."

Although nothing was said, any person with normal intelligence would know what this omnic that protects the calf to the extreme will do.

"Please, do it yourself."

The communication was turned off, but Hong Youyou's voice still echoed in their minds.

They understand that if they don't want to wake up and find themselves bombed in orbit by a fleet of their own kind, they must "uphold justice".

I would rather kill a thousand by mistake than let one go.

Volume 56 Cats and Space: Chapter [-] How dare you evade taxes!

The chairman of the pioneering company was escorted onto the battleship in his sleep.

For the sake of their own lives, the federal government took intelligence control to the extreme for the first time—it did not notify the local government, nor ordered the local troops, but directly mobilized their direct space fleet from Talalon.

A total of 24 space battleships quickly occupied the orbit. Before the local government sent an inquiry, the landing force had successfully captured the villa area and detained all relevant personnel.

After all, due to the special nature of the space fleet, basically no company or planetary sub-government can buy them off—not to mention how attractive the prosperity and wealth on the planet can be to an army that will not go to the ground for tens of hundreds of years, even From a utilitarian point of view, it is impossible for a space fleet officer with a little brain to betray.

To put it bluntly, they can't afford it.

Not to mention building new ships, just maintaining the combat consumption of a space fleet cannot be maintained by a company or even a single planet.

Take the squadron in the No. 24 colony orbit as an example. The 20 warships need more than 50 tons of refrigerant. If they need to travel long distances and install additional refrigerant tanks, it can even rise to [-] tons. tons or so.

And with so much working fluid, it will be exhausted in at most two to three battles - this is the result of their savings in working fluid. If it is the red that pursues the ultimate output, it can be used in seven or eighty eight battles. .

Some cheap, easy-to-mine and high-demand ones, such as water, require working fluids that warships also need in factories. They can be mined from ice-rich asteroids in the asteroid belt.

But like nuclear fuel, basically it can only be supplied by the planet.

Although in theory, the hydrogen isotopes required for fusion can be extracted from water, but limited by cost and scale, the mainstream method can only be achieved by rockets.

Only the highest government has such capital and determination to maintain the existence of the space fleet at all costs—but anyone with a little intelligence understands this. If they choose sesame seeds and lose watermelons, and ask the higher authorities to reduce military expenditures or even disarm them, that would be terrible. It's really not worth the candle.

"Wow!"

A basin of cold water was poured on the chairman's face fiercely, waking him up from the sweet dream of anesthesia needles.

"Who?!"

He opened his eyes with difficulty, and saw a figure standing in a daze in front of him. He was terrified immediately, and opened his mouth with a beautiful Jeffery language: "Bodyguard, I love you fairy!"

"Mr. Nima Schiller, we are not your bodyguards."

"!"

A hoarse-sounding male voice sounded from behind. He tried his best to turn his head, but was hindered by the tight ropes tied around his body, so he could only speak boldly.

"How much money it cost to hire your people, I will pay ten times!"

Although he knew that any killer with a little bit of professional ethics—or in other words, an assassin who didn’t want to be killed later—would not do something like a cold-blooded betrayal, he still shouted out this sentence that has appeared countless times in film and television dramas lines.

"Oh? Ten times?"

The figure in front of him spoke, and it was a crisp female voice, which sounded very pleasant—it would have been even better if it hadn't appeared in this dark interrogation room.

She pretended to be surprised, and gently drew a circle on Mr. Chairman's chest with her index finger.

"Can you afford it?"

"Here, whatever you can afford!"

Although anyone with a discerning eye could see that she was just mocking, but for Nima Sile, who had fallen into fear and lost his ability to judge, this sentence meant that there was something to be said.

She smiled and stopped drawing circles.

Then, he turned around 180 degrees and slapped him hard.

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound echoed in the interrogation room.

"Here's your horse!"

As if the slap was some kind of switch, the originally dark room was suddenly shrouded in light, and the intense light from the searchlight shone on his face, forcing him to be unable to open his eyes.

"You stinky bastard!" Although this slap was not particularly painful for Nima Sile, who had undergone expensive gene modulation surgery, compared to the physical pain, it was still a mental insult that made him feel sick. more angry.

But before he could speak again, the following words from the male voice at the back made his heart almost stop suddenly, and he forgot what he wanted to say, the beautiful Jeffrey language

"We belong to the Federal Anti-Rebellion Department."

Anti-revolutionary?

Anti-revolutionary!

As soon as the name that could stop children crying at night was uttered, Si Le's words stuck in his throat, and he couldn't get up or down.

"There must be some misunderstanding?"

He smiled naively twice, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere, and at the same time tried his best to search in his mind, and the Anti-Rebellion Department found his reason.

"I'm wronged, my lord, I'm a good citizen!" He struggled and said, "A good citizen who abides by the law!"

"Really?"

Miss interrogator chuckled and pulled out a document.