Voyager’s Interstellar Journey

?The next morning, when the sun's rays shone on the town, she got up from the ground as if nothing had happened, and continued her wandering journey towards the east.

She felt very strange, knowing that the sun that emitted energy was actually another planet, but she still had no way to stop.

She has a deep obsession with that thing.

"Hey look, isn't this the little guy from yesterday. I saw her when I got off work yesterday. Why are you here again today?"

"Really? How can the family of such a young child let her come out alone!"

"Maybe she was deliberately training her, but someone was quietly following behind."

"Alas, this world is not as good as before, such a young child will begin to suffer like this."

"No, I told you that the kid next door to me is only in the third grade of elementary school and has to go to three remedial classes at night. When he gets home at nine o'clock, he has to do homework. See you every day when I go to bed. The light in his room is still on."

"Oh, yes, my sister's children's kindergarten began to enroll in the special class, Balabala."

She walked out of the town, isolating those people behind her.

The surroundings are deserted again.

She looked up at the sun. The whole body was covered with a luster, slowly blurring, and slowly recovering before disappearing completely, but she just squinted slightly, enjoying the warmth, unaware of her own changes.

The man was wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, pacing from a distance with two books under his arm, and suddenly stopped.

A little girl stood not far from his door. Black hair is very rare.

"Which family's child are you? How did you get here?"

The girl still looked up and closed her eyes, ignoring his words.

He pouted and entered his house. If he hadn't stayed at his door, he wouldn't have bothered to ask. The bear boy ignored it, cut.

After a while, she slowly opened her eyes, ah, why is there no sunshine?

The sky is full of aircraft. Swish fly over, swish fly over. The surrounding is no longer a wasteland, but a uniform all-glass high-rise.

She didn't feel that it was time for the sun to go down, but without the support of strength, she fell to the ground and entered a low energy consumption mode.

"Master, someone fainted at the door." A robot with a round head and a long body came over, put the drink on the table, and said respectfully.

"Is that the little girl with black hair?" The man folded his legs and flipped through the thick book in his hand.

"Yes master. According to the Imperial Cub Protection Act, are we going to call the police or rescue ourselves?"

"It's too much trouble to call the police. Let's move her in and have a look."

"Good host."

The round-headed robot blinked humanely and scanned the cub lying at the door.

"Scan complete, hazard factor, zero."

The cub was moved into the living room and placed on a soft bed covered with a layer of gauze.

"Switch to family doctor mode. Now perform a physical function check. After the check, the subject's hunger level is too low and needs to take nutrition as soon as possible. Whether to feed it immediately."

"Hmm."

"Master, there is no food suitable for cubs in our house." The robot that had switched back to housekeeping mode shook its head and said rather distressedly.

The man raised his eyebrows, "What's the use of asking you."

"Master don't despise me, I'm very useful, I can do laundry, I can look after the house, you see I can talk with you to relieve boredom, don't abandon me." The robot eyes became It was red, and it also flashed a strange light.

"Go to the star network to order some food for the cubs. By the way, which race is she?"

The robot's eyes flashed some garbled characters, then returned to normal, "It's 100% pure human."

"Pure human?"

"Yes master. It is a human who is said to have perished thousands of years ago. The cub's bone age is less than one year old, it should have been born not long ago, but the energy consumption is huge. This cub should be For those who escape through time and space, the chances of their parents still alive or surviving are less than 1 in 10,000."