Interstellar, the planet of the chanical Clan.
A tall mber of the chanical Clan stands on a high platform. Although you can’t tell his age, he looks sowhat mature. His back, which should be straight, is always bent, and his right hand holds a cane made of tal.
"Hello, everyone. You can call Grandpa Waden. From today, I will be teaching you all kinds of knowledge. Feel free to ask questions."
A group of small chanical Clan mbers below all raised their hands. Grandpa Waden kindly pointed to one, allowing him to start asking questions.
"What is a grandpa?"
"Why are you called Waden?"
"Why do you look different from us?"
Every question was answered kindly by Grandpa Waden. Only the last little chanical friend, Rubble, was left.
Rubble had kept his hand raised and, when finally called upon, he asked: "Is a grandpa because of old age, and does old age lead to death, so are you going to die soon?"
On the platform, Grandpa Waden looked at him and smiled, saying: "No, I will live for a very long ti."
Rubble, below, was not very satisfied with this answer and continued to raise his little hand to ask more questions. Grandpa Waden nodded again very kindly.
Rubble asked again: "How long is very long? I need a specific ti."
Grandpa Waden looked very interested in this little fellow and asked: "Why do you need to know the specific ti?"
"Rubble wants to know how long it will take for to beco as ugly as Grandpa Waden. Rubble doesn’t like that."
A heavy blow struck the heart of Grandpa Waden.
He really is unmindful; every ti during these questioning sessions, he always encounters a few that are different. Clearly, Rubble is the most impressive one among the chanical Clan this ti.
Grandpa Waden stepped down from the high platform, walked kindly to Rubble’s side, and patted his head, saying: "You are very smart."
"Rubble knows."
This natural response made Grandpa Waden smile briefly and fleetingly.
"Are you missing circuits? What happened to your face just now?"
Grandpa Waden, although unable to straighten his back, had a very kind smile, sothing rarely seen among the chanical Clan. They had no good understanding of human emotions.
"One day, you will understand and et people who evoke various emotions in you."
Rubble shook his head in disagreent, saying: "Rubble doesn’t need that. Rubble wants to beco the most aweso chanical Clan mber and develop the most amazing things."
"Alright, alright, you must work hard. I believe in you."
Grandpa Waden encouraged him greatly, stumbling as he left.
Little Rubble, opening his mory storage, continuously absorbed the knowledge inside, making it his own.
After ending his conversation with Grandpa Waden, Rubble returned ho, where he was all alone because the reproduction of the chanical Clan is different from that of humans.
Their bodies are produced by a large mother machine, and there are people specifically tasked with enlightening them. The more capable the enlightener, the greater their future achievents might be.
But this is not absolute. There are always one or two who are truly wise, or who et soone who genuinely cares for them and provides cultivation resources wholeheartedly.
Regardless, little Rubble continued growing on his chanical Clan planet, becoming as tall as Grandpa Waden, but only three years had passed.
Grandpa Waden’s back seed more bent, but there was always a different expression on his face compared to other chanical Clan mbers, which Rubble loved to observe, frequently watching Grandpa Waden.
"Rubble, co here."
Grandpa Waden called out to Rubble, and Rubble obediently walked over, standing by Grandpa Waden’s side.
"What has Rubble been researching lately?"
"Researching the relationship between the characteristics of ti and space, aiming to achieve ti reversal and mutual influence of ti and space."
Grandpa Waden nodded repeatedly, saying to Rubble: "This is an excellent topic. Grandpa hopes you can research this in the near future."
"Rubble will do it."
Rubble looked at Grandpa Waden curiously, asking: "Why is your expression becoming stranger?"
"How strange?"
"The curvature of your mouth is getting bigger. Initially, it was only one hundred and eighty-three degrees, but now it’s one hundred and ninety-seven."
"Hehehe, Rubble, Rubble, you are really amusing. Would you like to hear Grandpa’s story?"
"Okay."
Rubble sat down obediently, starting to listen to Grandpa Waden’s past stories.
The young Waden went out into the world and t his lifelong confidant. The two of them ventured together on the Insect Clan Battlefield. Although the chanical Clan was not good at fighting, Waden would always receive half, or even two-thirds, of the Crystal Stones in every battle, thanks to his friend wanting to help him advance.
"We ventured together for thirty-seven years. We had argunts, we fought, but we continued exploring together."
Grandpa Waden stopped, and Rubble curiously asked: "Rubble left."
"Why are you leaving?"
"You stopped the story, so Rubble leaves to study."
Grandpa Waden laughed, telling Rubble the story wasn’t over and continued.
"He died trying to save , dying right beside ."
Grandpa Waden ceased again. This ti, Rubble stood up, and Grandpa Waden didn’t stop him, but said from behind: "Rubble, I hope one day you’ll find such a soulmate friend. Then you’ll understand why my expression is different."
"Okay, Rubble will."
Rubble left without any emotional reaction, continuing to study.
Another two years passed, and a civil strife swept through the interstellar space. The chanical Clan, lacking combat strength, were all captured alive by one side and were auctioned off, just like rchandise.
Grandpa Waden patted Rubble’s head, saying: "Don’t be afraid."
"Rubble isn’t afraid, he just doesn’t like walking, it’s too tiring."
Grandpa Waden looked at most of the chanical Clan, who had the sa reaction as Rubble, and for a mont felt a bit relieved. Sotis, having little emotion seed to be a good thing.
Rubble, along with the entire chanical Clan, was auctioned off, either individually or in bundles.
Rubble was bought by a family because they lacked a good teacher for their child, and it was hoped that the knowledgeable chanical Clan could teach sothing.
Rubble was taken away by a family, to his first ho.
However, that afternoon, Rubble was returned because he kept saying the child he was supposed to teach was stupid, very stupid.
No employer could accept that. They themselves could say it, but an outsider couldn’t, let alone a robot they had bought.
Along with Rubble, several other chanical Clan mbers were returned. They were bound together again and sent to a factory, a factory that only housed robots.
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