The Imperial Marshal awoke feeling as though he was floating in a warm ocean. The first thing he did after opening his eyes was to call for the Annihilator.
Accompanied by the sound of a pneumatic hiss, the lid of the cryogenic pod above him slowly opened.
A gentle AI voice sounded: "The dical pod is at your service. You have been in cryogenic sleep for a total of one thousand two hundred and twenty-one days. Welco to consciousness, beginning a full body examination now."
He lay motionless inside the cryogenic pod, allowing waves of red light to scan over him.
AI: "Examination complete, your vital signs are normal, overall evaluation: excellent. As expected of the Empire’s most powerful Marshal, well done!"
It was the self-set voice and program of the Annihilator, yet the Imperial Marshal understood it did not possess the consciousness of the Annihilator.
The Annihilator’s consciousness forever remained in the warship swallowed by a black hole.
The rumor was true, the Annihilator was initially a nanny robot that accompanied him through a lonely and bullied adolescence. After he transford his own warship, he retained the nanny robot’s AI core.
Thus, the Annihilator ca to be.
And it seed that through successive modifications and program updates, the Annihilator had awakened its own consciousness.
"Baby, today is another day to obediently eat your als!"
The AI voice in the dical pod sounded cutely childish.
This was also one of the programs set after the Annihilator awakened its consciousness.
...
The Annihilator was unimaginably large, and its dical pod was equally vast, requiring at least an hour to walk leisurely through every corner.
Of course, the Imperial Marshal had no such leisure.
While eating his dinner, he had the dical pod’s equipnt link to this planet’s data.
This planet, called Earth, was in a stage of a Type I civilization, having yet to tap into the energy of the other planets in its own system. The energy level of life forms on Earth was extrely low, with a lifespan of rely around a hundred years, and after death, they barely had any chance to feed back into the habitable zone.
The K93 star system also had various life forms, also referred to as humans. The difference was, life forms in K93 had extrely long lifespans and high energy levels. After death, the life forms would disintegrate, the energy contained within would feed back into the entire star system.
After learning more information about Earth, he roughly compared the differences between himself and Earthlings. He approximated himself to be akin to an adolescent on Earth.
In the cryogenic pod, one does not grow, those years did not count. He was actually over thirty years old, but in the K93 system with extraordinarily long lifespans, anyone under thirty-five was considered a cub.
When he initially went to the Imperial Capital to enlist in the army, he had to lie about his age to enter.
He learned so more information about Earthlings, then began checking the dical pod’s reserves.
The AI systematically reported, and when it ntioned that the "cryogenic pod was functioning normally," he paused.
He had already co out, how was the cryogenic pod still running?
"Which cryogenic pod?" he asked.
AI responded: "Cryogenic Pod No. 2."
The Imperial Marshal opened Cryogenic Pod No. 2 and saw a small infant inside. Then he rembered that a few days before leaving the K93 star system, he had passed by a supply planet raided by space pirates and found a critically ill child there.
The infant was too weak and had been lying in the treatnt pod the entire ti.
When the Annihilator ca into being, the treatnt pod automatically entered sleep mode, becoming Cryogenic Pod No. 2.
AI: "Vital signs are weak, would you like to switch to the treatnt pod to continue treatnt?"
The Imperial Marshal looked at the sleeping infant. Perhaps this was his only companion from the K93 star system.
"Switch,"
he said.
...
The dical pod was situated atop a mountain range, concealed in another space, thus invisible to people here.
The Imperial Marshal stepped out of the dical pod, intending to stroll down the mountain.
Unexpectedly, the gravity here was different from the K93 star system, and he fell to the ground.
The Imperial Marshal had not been so disheveled for quite so ti. Just as he was struggling against the gravity to get up, a quarrel broke out in the distance.
He had learned the local language and could understand what they were arguing about.
It was a young man and woman.
The woman, heavily pregnant, gripped the man’s arm and through gritted teeth said, "Today you must explain to clearly! What’s going on between you and that woman!"
The man pulled his arm back coldly, impatiently saying, "Stop being unreasonable, will you?"
The woman, agitated, raised her phone: "I’m being unreasonable? Gu! I’ve caught you red-handed!"
The man glanced at the photo on the phone, frowning: "When did you take this secretly?"
The woman coldly replied: "Do I even need to take it secretly? You two were out in the open! Just short of moving into our ho!"
The man retorted unkindly: "Stop making things up, she and I aren’t in that kind of relationship. Just colleagues, we only had a al together. Stop being so paranoid! It’s late, I need to get back to the company! Get yourself a cab ho!"
With that, he left the woman and walked towards the mountain’s summit.
Presumably, the parking lot was on the other side of the summit.
The woman, fuming, chased after him: "Gu! I’m pregnant, and you’re going to leave here alone!"
Their tussle was outrageous, and when they brushed past the Imperial Marshal, the woman accidentally bumped into him.
Having yet to adapt to Earth’s gravity, the Imperial Marshal failed to dodge.
The woman’s ring scratched the back of his hand.
To others, fresh red blood was visible on the back of his hand, but he could distinctly see dark energy surging within.
This kind of energy, perhaps Earthlings couldn’t endure.
The woman had bumped into him and scratched him, yet she did not apologize.
He did not mind this; instead, he looked at the bloodstain on the woman’s ring and said fluently in the local language: "Give the ring."
She shouldn’t be wearing it anymore. If her body were to be injured, that energy would seep into her body.
"Get lost! You bump into and still want to rob of my stuff! Where did this little hooligan co from—" the woman barked without thinking, about to say whence ca this little hooligan, but choked up when faced with that excessively handso teenage face.
The youth was tall and slender, dressed in a neat black uniform, exuding an aura of abstinence and rigor all over.
The woman was montarily stunned.
At this mont, the man had walked far away.
The woman had no ti to deal with this youth in a Military Camp uniform and hurriedly chased after him.
He watched the woman’s silhouette recede and said indifferently: "You best not get injured..."
He was a soldier, he didn’t harm civilians. So even though the woman was very impolite to him, he had no intention of hurting her.
Unfortunately, during her attempt to prevent the man from getting in the car, the woman got injured.
The bloodstain on the ring seeped into her body.
She herself did not feel any different.
Two months later, a chubby fair-skinned baby girl was born crying loudly.
Her crying was resonant, more beautiful than the average infant.
Her family gave her a lodious na—Gu Jiao.
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