Reborn as an insect, eventually reincarnated as Galactus

As Tiffin asked, I followed him and we walked down the hallway, heading to... Somewhere, I thought, we're heading in a completely different direction than where we used to, so I'm not sure where—"

Wow, sir, what's that??"

In front of us, there were two robots walking and rolling down the hallway. One is shaped like a black cylinder with wheel legs, while the other is just... I must be mistaken, that's not a robot. Just a guy in a suit. Strange helmet, what's the deal with that mouth?"

"Ignore those robots, Mott. They are just servants. We do have an order to issue them, though, so I guess a brief time might be given. The

suit-clad human stopped stiffening, his oval, shiny head spinning strangely to face Tiffin. (Wow, are they all using the cylindrical robot R2-D2 from Star Wars?haha, the cutest robot)

"Good afternoon, sir. How can I help? I'm C-3Po Series 2 and I'm currently working as an inventory robot on this ship. You must be Commander Typhin, codenamed PRY-99. Nice to meet you, sir. "

Aha! He's just a man in a suit! Wait, no, he says he's a robot. That's — uh, well, wait, I'm confused.

Isn't he the neurotic, sentimental ceremonial robot of Star Wars? Maybe a series product? It turns out that C-3PO is the cutest robot that a nine-year-old genius on the desert planet Tatooine put together from discarded debris and recyclables!

The little cylindrical robot next to him was only a head shorter than me, black in color, and made a few strange beeps and muffled sounds. Belch. Belch. What do you say?

"R4-E5, huh? I see you're all very up-to-date. Make sure to treat our guests with all the respect you can find in the code. Typhin said, giving me a thumbs up.

"Of course. For the first time since I stepped on this ship, someone turned to me and just asked, "What do you wish to be called, sir?"

uh. Oh, my God. Someone just asked my name. Okay, okay, have a good time!Don't be nervous!"Uh, Mott is fine!" The

humanoid robot leaned back and nodded sluggishly. The little robot next to him made some weird beeping electronic sounds, which could mean something, but I really couldn't tell. A few seconds of silence passed, and the human robots, Tuffin, and cylindrical robots all stared at me.

"He asks if you need any particular accommodation, Mott," Tiffin said, translating instantly from a robot to a human.

"Will it talk? Oh, uh, no, it's okay, I'm fine. Thank you?"

the robot grunted a few times, and the humanoid robot apologized, and off they went. That's- uh, weird? I'm glad that there is someone other than Typhin and Art who can actually talk to me, but I'm really more confused than anything else. Robot. One of them is clearly a robot or something, and the other guy... He claims to be a robot, but he talks like a man and looks like a man, so... So what the hell is he?"

you look contradictory, Mott. You've never seen a robot before, have you?"

"Never, sir.

"In the first ten years of my life, I didn't either. They are more common in Lothar than in my hometown. Don't worry, you'll gradually accept their... Mannerism. One word of advice, though: try not to treat them like humans, no matter how they look. If other people see that you are unsure about them, they will feel that you are not trustworthy. Able to hide rebellious thoughts. His words seem to come from experience, although I don't quite understand why it might be wrong to treat these robots like humans?

...... Oh, here we are!

Tuffin stopped outside a locked door and put one of the canisters into a hole next to the closed door, the door slid open and he walked in. I followed.

"I'm lucky that they have an empty room," Tiffin said happily, walking around the room to get some details. There are several cupboards and wardrobes on the wall, as well as a bed. In the middle of the room was a strange-looking, complicated-looking table, but it wasn't a table. Whatever it is, I can't put anything on it, that's for sure. The only other detail will be one of the few windows that are not in the cockpit, showing how the spacecraft left the atmosphere and entered the asteroid belt.

Tiffin closed the door behind us. "Tell me, Mott. What do you do?"

I turned away from the window and saw him standing by the door with his arms behind his back. "What do you mean? I told you. I'm a man.

He waved his hand disdainfully. "I understand what you mean, and I accept your feelings. Your emotions. Tell me, though, what kind of life were you living before I came along?Have you always spoken the vernacular, have you always been so big?I need to know you so that I can explain your purpose to the Empire. "

Ugh. I...... Of course, sir. I'll do my best. "

A split second before I spoke, I decided not to mention my previous life. It doesn't matter. I'm no longer on Earth, I'm no longer human. At least, not exactly.

But I did talk about how small I was in the beginning. I can't see or move. Then I grew arms and hands, and in order to survive I got bigger and ate whatever came my way in order to live a few more hours. He looked at me with a cold look in his eyes, but there was a glint of understanding in his eyes. Part of him recognized my struggles. "—I have only recently become strong enough to avoid most deaths. In the past, I used to almost die. "

“... I get it. There was light in his eyes, a light of loyalty and wisdom. "The more you eat, the bigger and stronger you get?" I

nodded. "Yes sir. "

“...... And then, as we travel, as we make our way to outbound flights, I want you to continue to devour this asteroid belt. You can do that, can't you?" He asked, something in his voice that made me hesitate a little. His loyalty is somewhat ruthless. Something craves power.

"I think I can, yes. I looked at the bed. "Sir, may I sit down and try it?"

"Feel free to do so. "

After about a while, I sat on the bed, closed my eyes, and my mind split. Part of it is in space, scattered and returns to eating unconsciously, eating everything it has. Look at stones, catch stones, eat stones. Over and over again, a thousand tentacles came head to head, and at the same time, I slowly returned consciousness to my primary state as my body fell back into the hum of movement and eating. Body. Back to the here and now.

I opened my eyes. In the back of my head, I was looking through hundreds of eyes, and they were eating at the same time, but here and now, in Tiffin's private residence, I was watching him.

"Possibly, sir. A

strange smile appeared on his face, like a large centipede. "Okay. I hope you continue to do so. Bigger and stronger. Someday, it will pay off. I swear to you. "

Ugh. Okay?" It's-, a strange way to put it, but well-

, I immediately flew out of bed and hit the wall on the other side of the room, and then something changed again, and I fell to the floor, my eyes rolling in my head like billiards, and I barely noticed what was going on with Tiffin. Shouting that we were on the scene now, but it wasn't until I flew off the ground and crashed into the inside of the window that I really understood that the pilot was currently turning to give way to several impressive planets of all sizes, narrowly missing each time.

Well, yes, uh, I never had to avoid asteroids like this - well, I did it once, but that was a long time ago!

Oh my god - how about us -

the ship turned to the right again and threw me out of the window to the bed, and I'm pretty sure if I had any bones, they would all be broken now. Wait - wait a minute.

I dragged my face off the bed and picked up where Tiffin was last time, yes, he was still there, clutching to the wall like a champ. Had a good time. Wow. I felt like an inexperienced sailor, on a real ship full of experienced sailors. I'm glad he's okay, but if we crash, I don't think I can save everyone....

The boat turned in the other direction again, but by holding on hard to the side of the bed (apparently it stuck to the floor, thank goodness) I was able to stay in one place.

"We're going to get out of this soon, Mott. "

For some reason, I trusted him and he was right.