Will the kemonomimi encounter Alien Ranch Story?

Most Sarkaz people are quite polite and well-behaved, and it must be said that because of the hot climate, the healthy, wheat-colored skin of the Sarkaz girls walking around on the streets in light clothing is indeed pleasing to the eye.

Those who genuinely believe they work in the sex industry like most Sarkaz girls of the past will soon realize that these women are only polite to those who follow the rules.

For example, two drunken men from the East were kneeling in the street wearing only their underwear, with signs around their necks that read "I am a pervert," being stared at by a group of Sarkaz uncles. "Dad, what are they doing...?"

"Cough cough cough~" The middle-aged researcher, who was the father, coughed awkwardly twice. This scene was all too familiar. It was exactly like the guys in those brothels in the East who harassed the dancers but couldn't pay. But this "unspoken secret among men" was not suitable to tell his daughter.

Otherwise, his wife would immediately ask him how he knew what a brothel in Dongguo was like, and how he knew how to deal with harassing prostitutes. He might not be able to sleep normally for a month.

Compared to the tension of this family, the passengers behind seemed much more relaxed. A girl with long, light blue hair tied in a ponytail and two fluffy ornaments of the same color hanging behind her ears put brown sunglasses on her forehead and looked around curiously.

Perhaps because it was too hot, she simply draped a black coat over her back, wearing a light blue vest and a thin white long skirt. Black stockings encased her slender legs, making her pale yellow boots appear exceptionally large and giving her small feet an even more adorable look.

Behind the skirt is a light blue swallowtail ornament, which looks like a cheerful little blue bird. It feels like she might turn evil at any moment and sing the final song~ haha~.

[By the way, how about Hypergryph collaborates with FF14 and releases a Starborne version of the little blue bird? Like, it's like the End of the Song, lol~]

Chapter 88 Wanting to Pinch the Pom-Pot on the Little Blue Bird's Ear

Chapter 88

Xingyuan, her real name is Xingyuan. As for Elena Ubica, it's a pseudonym, a new name she made up to get into university. She's a researcher in the Rhine Life Energy Department, a double PhD in electrical engineering and engineering. Although she has outstanding expertise in astrology, she doesn't really like those things.

She called astrology a "fraud" because she didn't want to become the kind of con artist her parents had arranged for her to be, someone who couldn't even fix an astrolabe. Instead, she turned to learning other subjects. Compared to the gentle Star Pole, she was more lively and energetic, and had no interest in the so-called astrological predictions about the future that she herself didn't believe in.

Therefore, when he heard that Kazdel Aerospace Industries was recruiting, he was the first to sign up. However... faced with the five-year contract and astronomical student loan offered by Rhine Life, Little Bluebird had to lament that the tears he shed now were all due to the foolishness he had back then.

However, things are different now. Rhine Life and the aerospace division of the Xia Group have signed a cooperation agreement, requiring them to send personnel to Kazdel for training and to participate in the "Space City Restoration Project." The benefit they receive is that they can have a complete, sufficiently large zero-gravity laboratory in the Space City.

In this respect, the doctor was unusually generous, unlike before when he was wary of these Colombian mega-corporations. Perhaps in his view, these companies may have original sins, but their huge workforce and the resources they control are innocent.

Of course, besides her interest in the starry sky itself, Xingyuan's application for an overseas assignment was also due to her confusion about her mentor. Since the fluid laboratory was closed, her main research work and results have become someone else's, and her mentor has disappeared without a trace.

It's like an Originium Bug breeder opening the door to find nothing left in the Bug House. In this situation, leaving the familiar Columbia for Kazdel seems like a good option.

Xingyuan's interest in the starry sky differs from her sister's. Xingji has fully mastered their family's rhetoric and astrology, using it to comfort and help others. She views the starry sky with awe and longing, even after it has been proven that the stars and fate are actually unrelated.

"Well, these days, it's rare to see such a simple-minded charlatan," Little Bluebird muttered, struggling to lift her suitcase as she walked out of the waiting area. Her interest in the starry sky lay in completely uncovering the truth about the stars and thoroughly making the two stubborn old men who had tormented her for decades realize the facts. She had tried to prove this many times before.

Whether it's a university acceptance letter or joining Rhine Lab, the two old stubborn men will always treat it all with a charlatan's disdain.

"But which way is the dormitory?" Xingyuan looked curiously at the vast, boundless plains in front of him and the road that divided the plains like a silver ribbon. The sun made the cement road surface scorching hot, as if wisps of heat were rising from it.

"Screech!" A screeching sound of brakes rang in her ears. A strange black vehicle with a wide body came to an abrupt stop beside her. This prompted Xingyuan to decisively grip her small, compact staff. Small beams of light began to appear at the top of the Originium Reactor. Once she activated it, these beams would become high-energy lasers capable of penetrating a human body.

"Researcher Elena, what are you doing here?" The car window rolled down, and a familiar head popped out, its light golden hair almost blinding in the sunlight.

"Phew, it's you, Director Franks." Xingyuan breathed a sigh of relief. Dorothy Franks, the head of the Originium Arts Application Department, came here simply because the vast majority of the results of that silver fluid came from her research.

Her greatest dream was to enable remote transmission of Originium Arts, allowing pioneers to control their pioneering machinery in safe areas instead of facing natural disasters in the dangerous and unpredictable wilderness.

Now that this technology has been exchanged with Kazdel, as the lead researcher, she naturally needs to travel here to deliver materials and undertake the work of explanation and interpretation. For her, this is a somewhat difficult task.

"Get in the car, I'll give you a ride. We're probably going to the same place."

"Thank you so much." Xingyuan threw his luggage into the car and climbed into the passenger seat. "I almost got lost."

“Didn’t you see the sign for picking up passengers? Everyone else has already arrived at the transport train station. I almost thought I had mistaken someone for someone else.” Dorothy pressed the communicator on the cockpit. “Don’t worry, I’ve already picked up Researcher Elena. She doesn’t seem to have seen the sign. No, it’s no trouble. I happen to be going there anyway, so I can give her a ride.”

Xingyuan is like a free and cheerful little bird, chirping incessantly along the way. Compared to her gentle and calm older sister, as the younger sister, her desire for and adaptation to freedom seems innate, like a beam of unbound starlight.

Perhaps due to the bad impression left by her parents, she has an extreme aversion to bosses who are too controlling, especially those who treat you as a tool to be trained and developed. She prefers to follow her heart and learn what she likes.

"Then coming here is indeed a very good choice for you. I had some conversations with that doctor and Dr. Kal'tsit before, and they are both nice people. As for that Mr. Xia, well, it's a bit hard to explain."

Is he difficult to get along with?

"No, how should I put it? From a friend's perspective, he's very easy to get along with, but for you, it's a different story."

"Oh?" Xingyuan blinked her big, light blue eyes. "As researchers, Dr. Xia and his daughter are not easy to get along with."

"Is he very strict?" Xingyuan wasn't afraid of strict mentors or colleagues. In fact, as a researcher, she knew that being overly strict was actually a compliment, because often, being too nice would bring more trouble and messes.

That's how she and her sister contracted Oripathy. It was caused by a leak of Originium liquid that reacted with the chemical materials inside the facility. She rushed in to save people without wearing any protective gear, which saved the facility but also infected her.

Even though Xingji was dragged into the shelter immediately after being caught up in it, she had already been exposed to high-energy stone particle radiation, and even the Originium liquid and dust that Xingyuan himself was covered in had entered Xingji's body.

Due to the genetic similarity of twins, Xingji was infected with Oripathy, a condition that would not normally affect a normal person. From then on, Xingyuan no longer considered the research director's strictness and seriousness to be bad qualities.

"He's not very strict, but rather, his understanding of the difficulty of many technologies and scientific research is different from that of ordinary people. He will assign you almost impossible tasks with a serious and firm belief that you can complete them."

"Huh?" Xingyuan was stunned for a moment, wondering what this meant.

"Previously, several researchers we assigned to the life sciences department experienced this kind of treatment."

Speaking of this, Dorothy was also a little helpless. Who would assign a bunch of work to someone the moment they met them, especially since these jobs were so ridiculous?

Upon meeting, they immediately demanded a solution for the problem of abnormal bacterial growth in the weightless environment of space, which caused serious problems with the carbon, nitrogen, and oxygen cycles of the artificial micro-ecosystem.

The artificial stable ecosystem project has always been one of the key research priorities for Rhine Lab and even its own research. Faced with Terra's variable climate and natural disasters, Rhine Lab naturally thought of building a stable, cyclical small ecosystem to simulate and interpret the causes of natural disasters.

Furthermore, by using this method, we can identify any ways to adjust Terra's environment, reduce or even eliminate natural disasters. While we may not be able to improve the entire planet, we can at least modify a portion of the environment to create a disaster-free zone similar to Mount Kjerag or certain holy sites.

However, Columbia's progress was slow. As a result, the researchers who joined the Kazdel project team were immediately assigned the task of creating a small artificial ecosystem and solving the maintenance challenges—dude, they had never created a stable ecosystem before.

And now you're asking people to upgrade this thing to an ecosystem that can be stably maintained in the zero-gravity environment of space? Isn't that asking too much of people?

"...As a result, everyone in the life sciences department is struggling to study the data and ask questions. They haven't recovered yet. Although Dr. Xia adjusted the plan afterward, but..." This feeling of being the only monkey among a group of smart people is not pleasant.

"So, did Dr. Xia ultimately complete this project? What happened to the project in the end?" Xingyuan asked, her smile fading. She was a proper scientist, and working under a layman and clueless leader who would produce a stack of documents tonight and demand results by tomorrow would not be a comfortable experience.

“In the end, it was handed over to his student, and that’s the crux of the problem,” Dorothy said, her head throbbing. “His student took longer than expected, but did manage to complete the project requirements, albeit only a preliminary solution…”

"But it was still resolved, right? That means he genuinely believed the project was feasible, and the time and resources he allocated were reasonable. The only unreasonable part was that he misjudged the researchers' capabilities. So, shouldn't the responsibility lie with the life sciences department?"

If a researcher can't even recognize their own limitations, what kind of work are they doing? They should declare their inability to perform such a task immediately and request more support staff and resources.

And if you really don't know anything about it, shouldn't you just say so and start learning? That kind of opportunity must be very rare.

"It's great that you think that way." Dorothy glanced at her. However, this mature and composed older sister had no idea that she would encounter the same rude awakening after arriving at the facility, dropping off Xingyuan in the car, handing the vehicle over to the valet, and entering the conference room.

“Oh, Director Dorothy, you’ve come at the right time. Columbia University has highly recommended you, saying you’re an authority on nanofluidics. So, we happen to have a question that we need your help with…”

"Wait, what is nanofluidics?" Dorothy asked, looking confused. "Isn't it Originium Applications?"

"Huh?" The man opposite him also looked bewildered, then pointed to the silvery-white liquid on the holographic projection, "Didn't you develop this nanofluid?"

“Yes, but it… perhaps we have different understandings of some terms.” Dorothy glanced at the thing and realized that it was indeed something she had developed.

"So how did you achieve the free transmission of Originium energy along this path? It completely violates the laws of Originium particle propagation..." The meeting got straight to the point before it even started. Fortunately, she had prepared in advance. Although these questions would require her to pause and think for a long time, they were not too difficult.

"Oh, I see. So what do you think of this design?" A large pile of documents was swiped across from him, which seemed to record an improved model that hardly used any Originium particles or Originium effects, a completely new configuration.

"You should be able to understand it, right?"

"It's possible, but..." Besides the knowledge points about Originium effects and Originium applications, there are also some terms and lemmas that she has no recollection of. It would be difficult for her to give a definite answer without spending some time to study them thoroughly.

"That's great! I thought Columbia's recommendation team this time only had basic knowledge. So, what do you think of this project?" Another dazzling array of information followed. At this moment, Dorothy remembered what Xingyuan had said.

"I'm sorry, I only understand the original kind of thing. I don't know much about these new things, so I need some time." "That's fine. We're not in a huge rush, but it would be better to arrange it as soon as possible."

Dorothy felt that coming here was a mistake, but not a mistake either. The former was because the people here didn't need her to explain or interpret anything. Their understanding of these "active Originium-metal complexes" was no less than hers, and they might even have a better understanding of the deeper mechanisms.

The latter was because she felt she could learn a lot here, discuss difficult points with scholars who were no less capable than herself, and overcome challenges. However, she never expected that the subsequent collaboration would be even more difficult than anticipated, and the problems mainly stemmed from her own side.

"Junior, where did you find this newbie who likes to wear animal ear hair accessories? Is he a part-time student who works while studying?"

"Um...actually, they are experts in Originium minerals. It's a different field, so please understand."

"Oh, that's alright. For a mineralogist, this level of knowledge is quite broad."

"By the way, junior, didn't you commission the Micromechanical Research Institute before? Haven't they given you any results yet?"

"It's out, but the actual performance isn't very good. Both parties are currently remotely verifying and troubleshooting the data to see where the problem lies."

The main issue is that the binding and wear of these fine sands are not ideal. Although Director Dorothy had a fairly good conversation with the researcher on the other side regarding the Originium effect field through remote communication, the latter was also very impressed that she was able to figure out the properties of a completely new mineral and particle in such a "short" time.

However, when it comes to nanoengineering and specifically to this micromechanical structure centered around Originium, they were almost unilaterally silenced and made every possible low-level mistake.

"Ms. Dorothy, although I'm not in a position to say anything harsh as someone recommended by our client, the mechanism you designed is really quite amateurish. We do acknowledge your research on source energy particles, which has given us a lot of inspiration, but that's really no reason for you to dabble in a different field." Because it was a commercial research institution that had received payment, they spoke very politely, after all, this was someone from the client.

"In this regard, you'd better listen to our advice. Mr. Xia has great trust in our research capabilities and professional competence. He's just an agricultural science student and doesn't know much about these things, which is why we put you in this position. We understand that. However, you should hire a more professional assistant as soon as possible. This will help with communication and acceptance between both of us."

If they hadn't been paid, they would have started cursing and swearing. What kind of nonsense is this? There are no self-limiting conditions, no copying and correction, it reads thoughts in a mess, the mind control system is like code written with feet, the neural impulse signal processing is practically non-existent, it's not much different from a witch doctor performing a shamanistic ritual.

The core energy source mineral crystal, the pulse compilation system, and the remote energy transmission system are only somewhat interesting. Therefore, the other party was very polite in this regard. After all, this woman's research in this area is indeed quite impressive, but it is based on the fact that she is standing on the shoulders of two generations of Terrans and the Ancients. The other party mistakenly thought that she had only recently come into contact with this mineral.

As for Xingyuan, she was more relaxed. After realizing that she was indeed a newbie here, the little blue bird happily chased after everyone she felt was capable of answering her questions in the corridors, research rooms, and discussion rooms, freely exploring the knowledge she wanted to understand and learn.

[PS]

Ark Blade keeps saying I don't respect the original work, and then they get betrayed by the official team every day. It's heartbreaking to hear and see.

That damn telepathic twin infection! The Starman was there, taken to the safe house by his sister when the incident happened. As for his sister getting infected, she wasn't even wearing protective gear when she rushed in to rescue people. —From Star Source's files~

Then, even worse, there's the starry sky of Terra. Kal'tsit's words were, in a more subtle way, to Astronaut: "All that stuff in your house is just a bunch of deceptive feudal superstitions!" It wasn't a riddle; she was simply talking to a charlatan in a way that the other person could understand.

Xingyuan's younger sister bluntly stated that Xingji was "a simple-minded, blockheaded charlatan, and it's rare to see one like him anymore," and that "the family's tricks are just a bunch of nonsense."

Terra Astrology is completely useless; it can never predict the future or fate. It's just a set of tricks and rhetoric. So, Xingyuan chose to study electrical engineering and, without telling her parents, changed her name to Elena to enroll—as for the fact that she still hasn't finished paying off her student loans, lol.

Chapter 89 Dr. waaaaagh's Ingenious Ideas

Chapter 89

"Are these two fluffy balls decorations, or are they your ear feathers?" The staff member in charge of customizing spacesuits for the animal-eared girls asked Xingyuan curiously.

Honestly, the Felins' spacesuits are the easiest to make. Although the cat ears and tails have different colors, sizes, and shapes, in reality, even the shape of the helmet doesn't need to be changed. You just need to thicken part of the inner layer and thin it out in part so that the ears can be stuffed in.

Secondly, there are the Lupo tribe. Their tails are generally a bit larger than Felin's, especially Lily of the Valley, who simply doesn't have any clothing to fit her huge thing. However, most of the Lupo tribe are in a better situation.

Sarkaz and Draco are more troublesome. Their hard horns need to be fixed and treated. Of course, the simplest way is to cut them off directly, since their horns are just some kind of sensory organ that connects to nerves.

They can be surgically removed directly, but they cannot be completely removed, otherwise their sense of direction and sixth sense will be greatly affected, and their perception and discrimination abilities will also be weakened. The usual method is to cut off part of it, grind the remaining part, and then implant an artificial biochip as an amplifier.

The most troublesome are the Liberi and the deer. The former mostly have ear feathers, which means they have nothing to do with ears. Their ears have to be found under the ear feathers so that headphones can be customized for them. The latter's horns... can't be processed unless they are sawed off. The Sarkaz only need to process some of their horns that are particularly long and sharp. Shapes like W don't need to be processed.

“It’s ear feathers~” Xingyuan tugged at the two ear feathers, revealing the small ears underneath. The Liboli’s facial features are the most like those of normal humans. The only difference between them is the ear feathers, which are different shapes. The ears underneath are normal.

The ear feathers serve to protect the external auditory canal and assist in collecting sound waves. Therefore, most Liberians have highly developed hearing, so when designing clothing, there is no need to consider the impact on the ears and other organs.

“Okay, next item,” the clerk wrote on the form, “As Liberians, we do not recommend you go to the space station in principle. This is not because we have any objection to your professional skills or background, but because most Liberians cannot correctly distinguish directions in environments with abnormal magnetic fields and gravity.”

Being disoriented in space is truly a once-in-a-century amusement. Imagine you finish work and only need to fly in a certain direction for 5 minutes to see the docking station. However, because you can't tell which way to go, even if the navigation system marks the location, you'll still fly around aimlessly, feeling dizzy and disoriented.