Will the kemonomimi encounter Alien Ranch Story?

"You flatter me..."

"I'm not praising you, but can you give me a DNA test report for Amiya now? I mean one without any problems."

"Yes, after comparing samples from Yelena, the Carter employees at Sanlian Pharmaceuticals, and the Rembit employees who provided the comparison samples for a fee, Amiya is theoretically a pure-blooded Carter, but there are signs of abnormal genetic fragments infiltrating her body..."

"Can you identify what that abnormal segment is?"

"Sure, I'm doing a genetically modified embryo experiment. As for whether it's a donkey or not, we'll know when the embryo develops to a certain stage."

By the way, I've never actually seen a donkey-like specimen before. I heard they have them in Kazimierz, is that true? Without a comparison, I really don't know what I'll end up with.

"I'll find a way to solve this problem, that embryo..."

"Understood. It's only the first stage, so I'll destroy it." "Forget it, let her grow up. Although in your eyes it's just a first stage of development, not even a child or a sentient being, from our perspective, it's still a bit hard to tolerate."

"Alright, if you insist, I'll have Amiya Logistics deliver it to you, since the provider's guardian requires it to develop into an adult."

At this stage, the embryo resembles a ferocious jellyfish, with tentacles formed from eroding cells deeply piercing the artificial placenta, their ends forking like tree branches.

Please do not search for what a human embryo looks like in its early stages of development. Compared to it, the Cthulhu creatures of the deep sea are merely pretty.

"Since it's going to develop into an adult, it will probably take at least nine months..."

"Yelena, I have a question for you. Do you have any experience taking care of babies?" The white rabbit looked at Old Xia with a terrified gaze. "You're so fast? Aren't you afraid of being torn apart by that tiger?"

You've only been engaged for a few months, and you've already gotten someone pregnant. Didn't that tigress tell you this before she left?

You need a license to drive. Don't drive without a license. Did you really cause someone's death so quickly because of driving without a license?

"What are you thinking? It's in vitro fertilization, provided by Dr. Kal'tsit."

"Oh, then it's alright. I don't have that experience, but I can find a few experienced people. Finding a professional wet nurse in Lungmen isn't a difficult thing."

The white rabbit nodded, looking like she understood. Once Old Xia was sure she really understood, he left with peace of mind.

"So the old cat finally couldn't resist doing something like this? Hmm... It's only human nature, it's only human nature, after all these years." The white rabbit nodded, then found an employee at the Rhodes Island office and gave them instructions.

Although they are still nine months away from being "born" in a sense, human offspring are incredibly troublesome creatures, and this troublesome care is a hallmark of the dominant species at the top of the food chain.

"Of course, of course. They've both been gone for so many years. One of them is still lying there, and we don't know when he'll regain consciousness and his memories. He might just die in his sleep. It's normal to leave them with something to remember him by."

The Rhodes Island logistics clerks who had been captured all looked utterly astonished. "Miss Yelena, leave this to us!"

"Although I feel a little guilty towards Miss Amiya, this is a good thing!"

Rhodes Island, "Congratulations—"

"Congratulations, Dr. Kal'tsit."

"Huh?" The old lynx, holding a cup of coffee and sporting dark circles under his eyes, looked bewildered. Why was everyone congratulating him?

What are you all congratulating me on?

"Of course, congratulations on the birth of Rhodes Island's new life!"

"That—" Kal'tsit thought for a moment, her expression calm and indifferent, "It was just a last resort, nothing to celebrate. Besides, there are still more than nine months left, and it's hard to say whether he'll even survive."

She roughly understood that they were referring to the mixed-race embryo that she had asked Lao Xia to leave behind. In any case, the gene provider was from Rhodes Island, so it wouldn't be wrong to call it a new life on Rhodes Island.

Moreover, Lao Xia explained to her that he could not guarantee that the embryo would develop normally during the genetic modification process. There was a considerable probability that it would be stillborn or die shortly after birth. According to his values ​​and morality, the most compassionate thing to do was to get rid of it before it developed into a fetal heartbeat, which is a living person in the legal sense.

Of course, the more compassionate approach is to not conduct such experiments at all, but that more compassionate approach is to watch more people die in a more miserable way before your eyes.

Moreover, those who lose their fertility due to accidents or certain diseases will spend the rest of their lives in pain and regret, living a lonely life.

"If we can survive, the Tower of Babel, no, Rhodes Island, will have one more heir!"

“That’s true… From that perspective, it is indeed something to celebrate, but that’s not a reason for you to block the road.”

After all, the provider was Amiya's somatic cells, and Amiya was the designated future leader of Rhodes Island. It could indeed be said that there was one more successor. As an old-fashioned person, Kal'tsit certainly understood what more successors meant for a regime disguised as a company.

"Sorry, sorry, we'll get back to work now." The staff quickly made way for Kal'tsit to pass and return to her laboratory.

"Those guys are getting a little too excited. Do they really like rabbits that much?" Not only Amiya, Yelena is also very popular on Rhodes Island. After all, a white rabbit and a black rabbit are indeed loved by everyone.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—" The guy in the protective suit lay prone inside the hatch. The radar was alarming frantically. A small, high-speed cluster of radars swept across the spaceship's location. The anti-meteorite shield was functioning normally.

However, it could only deviate from these rocks by a tiny distance, forcing them to go around the ship's surface. Theoretically, the shields were functioning, and the warp drive was operating, but...

There was a huge distance between the engine compartment and his compartment, connected only by a twisted keel. Fortunately, the shield system was still functioning, pulling the target objects from 3000 kilometers away and eventually causing them to deflect away from him.

The Covenant's shield is essentially a gravitational lens deflection, but its actual force on the target projectile is very weak. It needs to start having an effect from a very long distance, with 3000 kilometers being its maximum effective range.

However, for close-range targets, although the force of deflection has increased, the angle and scale of deflection are still low.

If we can't multiply by the long distance, at most we'll just end up bombarding other parts of the ship instead of the bridge.

In terms of the power of space weapons, there is no difference; they are both dead in one hit. Even if the bridge is bombed, the damage might be reduced by the hull layer and the independent structure of the bridge.

Now, these small pieces of gravel are too close together. Although their speed and mass are not high enough to deflect the command deck and turn it into a sieve, it is difficult to deflect them any further.

So it turned into a high-speed storm that almost brushed past the hull. The young man quickly kicked his legs to get himself completely under the cover of the cabin, watching the things that were invisible to the naked eye fly by silently outside the cabin door, with only the radar alarm indicating their presence.

The little storm ended quickly; it was caused by a shattered meteorite that got too close to the Starship—it was a nightmare.

"Alright, it's finally fixed." There was finally a spot on the communication console that wasn't flashing red anymore. The electromagnetic wave communicator had been repaired thanks to his ingenious work. He had used two cans of nano glue, a roll of cable ties, and several meters of wire. After all, the system had only been cut off and bent by the meteorite.

Tie it with wire, fix the broken cable, and then use cable ties to bind it to a twisted keel support. A working space communicator is complete, full of the maker's ingenuity and initiative (low emotional intelligence: I think).

"This is the Windrunner. Is anyone here?"

"Huh? Ah! This, where is this... Let me see where I am?" Yelena raised her head, her face still bearing the red marks left by her arm from dozing off. "What's the number of the Sanlian Pharmaceuticals Communications Lab again?"

"Hmm?" The person seeking help in the sky tilted their head. How did the words "pharmaceutical manufacturing" and "communication" get connected?

However, it's great that there are people on the ground and a clear social structure, it's just that their accents are a bit strange.

"Was it you who sent the signal earlier?"

"It was sent by Lao Xia earlier, oh right, but Lao Xia isn't here. Why don't you call back later?" White Rabbit had no experience with this and didn't know what to say at this moment.

"Are you all still alive on the ground? I mean, what's the situation?"

"Not so bad, not so bad—" Yelena thought for a moment, "It's a little better now, thanks to Old Xia."

"That's great, because I can't see any lights on the ground from up there."

That means there are no modern metropolitan areas. In fact, there aren't any such things on Terra.

Without modern urban clusters, there would be no light pollution phenomenon. Naturally, when viewing Terra from space, one would only occasionally see some small, moving clusters of light—no normal person would think that those were city-states that were disintegrating and moving.

Instead, it would be interpreted as some kind of meteorological spectacle or even wildfire. After all, a spot of light that looks like a city suddenly dims and disappears, then turns into a pile of scattered stardust and begins to move. In addition, Originium meteorites from the lower orbit occasionally fall into it, causing obvious burning and fragmentation. It's hard to think of it as a trace of civilization.

Not to mention Terra's communication equipment... it's hard to describe. They have tablets, cell phones, and even computer-like devices.

But you would never guess how these things work; they are operated by Originium Wizards.

For example, there are communication sorcerers carrying small repeaters, and large communication towers that act as human communication stations, using Originium effect fields similar to telepathy for communication.

Although users do not need Originium Arts to use mobile phones and tablets, it is actually a legitimate sorcerer operating behind the scenes.

Of course, there is some knowledge of electronic science; for example, UI design is not a problem that warlocks can solve.

However, this also means that it is unlikely that any electromagnetic signals that are clearly products of civilization will be emitted from the surface of Terra.

"Is it fun up there?" Yelena couldn't resist her curiosity. After all, the children of Terra had been warned not to look at the starry sky casually, because every star was the eye of the gods, watching over all the bad things people did.

Of course, this was just something adults used to scare children into obeying. She knew very early on that there were no gods in this world, and even if there were, they would definitely be evil gods.

There is so much suffering, torment, and evil in this world. If there really is a god, then he is either powerless, or he has the ability but chooses not to stop it, or he is the one who releases all this suffering. In any case, mortals do not need to pray to him.

After all, the arrogant devil at least abides by the contract, while the humble God melts the city with heavenly fire. It's hard to say whether the so-called "original sin" kills more people, or whether the so-called gods kill more people in order to eliminate original sin.

"It's not fun, it's a living hell."

“I guess so.” The white rabbit nodded. If heaven is perfect, why do those priests and nobles crave every imperfect stalk of moss on earth?

Judging from the list of offerings to the gods and the collection of precious materials proposed by those nobles, the so-called heaven should be nothing more than a living hell.

Although she knew there was no heaven in this world, she truly did not know that the real heavens were also a living hell.

Right, from this perspective, gluttony hasn't bankrupted Hell yet, pride hasn't been eradicated by angels, and greed is still thriving. In fact, with these three things still present, they can still offer large amounts of gold, glory, and resources to mortals for trade.

Could hell really be a rich place? They have everything except souls, while heaven seems to lack everything except souls.

"Alright, there's no point in discussing this kind of philosophy. Is there anything you need me to pass on?"

"No, no, I just want to know that I'm not the only one still alive in this world." The other person sounded like they were about to cry.

"Oh, I see. Well, you're not. There are at least a million more living, breathing people in this city who are making us worry about their food."

"By the way, have you resumed agricultural production?"

"Huh? Of course, what would we eat if we didn't grow crops?" Yelena was completely bewildered. Aren't all the people in the heavens like Old Xia, who are very good at farming?

Although their farming methods are different, they should at least have farming skills, so why does this guy sound so surprised?

"I know this request is unreasonable, but really, could you send me some... food? Anything is fine!" As long as I don't have to suffer from that damn organic sauce anymore.

Organic sauce is the last line of defense for humanity in space. Usually, when you need it, it means you have no other options and have run out of supplies. Rather than increasing the consumption of seasoning, it is better to ensure that its supply is sufficient to sustain your survival.

Actually, organic sauce isn't the worst food in the Covenant, or rather, organic sauce that has undergone flavoring and cooking is generally no longer called by that name; it's called "ThatThing."

It is square-shaped, bright yellow, and tastes a bit like soybean pulp. It can be further processed into spicy strips and similar products. When mixed with fish protein and cellulose, it can be used to recreate almost all conventional dishes.

Molecular gastronomy isn't difficult for the Covenant. However… there's a problem: unless you're a picky "Devil Eater" who insists on eating natural or semi-natural foods, buying this equipment and repeatedly processed organic sauce might be cheaper than just buying tissue-cultured ingredients, which would likely consume fewer resources.

However, in small and medium-sized warships where large-scale tissue culture and hydroponic facilities cannot be installed, unfortunately, "that thing" is the main food for the naval officers and soldiers at the grassroots level. Fortunately, the Covenant Navy Department reluctantly provided them with molecular gastronomy machines of the minimum standard, otherwise there would really have been a mutiny.

The pressure of spaceflight is already high. Sleeping on hot beds in these fragile small and medium-sized ships, enduring noise, and crammed together with a bunch of equipment that generates a lot of heat, with only underwear worn during military parades, they also have to undertake heavy combat missions.

If people were still forced to eat excrement at this point, a mutiny would be inevitable. However, even with molecular gastronomy machines, due to the limited number of dishes they support, they are still affectionately referred to as "that thing."

"I'm sorry, we have plenty of food here, but how can we send it to you?" the white rabbit asked curiously.

"No rockets? The most retro kind?"

"No……"

"What about the railgun?"

"Yes, but are you serious?"

"Okay, I'm too excited." The cargo container launched by the railgun will probably be smashed to pieces on the meteorite. Making him float over in his powered exoskeleton to pick up the vegetable package is practically a death journey.

Even if you hit the target and get lucky, it's just a powerful shelling of your current wreckage, which is also a death sentence.

"Okay, I've already sent someone to call Lao Xia. He should be here soon."