Chapter 67 Pure human beings!
Aren't those all humans? How could they become aliens?
Ron was a little confused.
In today's empire, people use the characteristics of the skull to identify whether a creature is human.
The human skull symbolizes the purity of the human soul, which means that the person has not been corrupted or fallen until death, and is still a pure human being.
Because aliens and demons can be ever-changing, but the only thing they cannot possess is the human skull.
Therefore, various institutions and personnel of the empire often like to use emblems with skulls to express this purity.
One can see the symbol of the skull anywhere in the empire.
Including Ron, who currently wears a gold skull ring on his hand.
"Your Majesty Robot, those are all humans, how could they be aliens...
Ah, yes, according to you, they are aliens. They can’t be aliens, right? "
Ron pointed at the skeletons and asked his question.
The skulls of those people are white, smooth and shiny, and they look very pure at first glance.
"This gentleman..."
The tin robot paused, as if he was wondering how to call Ron.
"My name is Ron Grant..."
"Hello Mr. Ron, I am Moss, a farm robot model B12"
"Okay, Mr. Moss, nice to meet you!"
Ron extended his hand to shake Moss's hand enthusiastically. The eye pattern on the LCD panel of Moss's eyes turned into a squinting smile, which seemed very happy.
"Okay, Mr. Ron, let's get back to the question.
The creatures that the bones you are pointing to belong to are undoubtedly aliens.
According to genetic testing, the similarity between those organisms and human genes is less than 1%, or even lower.
Judging from the similarity, the possibility that they are human has been completely ruled out! "
After hearing Moss's explanation, Ron finally reacted.
The golden age robot named Moss in front of him can be judged whether he is human or not based on the degree of genetic similarity.
Today's human beings have undergone a large number of genetic engineering projects to modify the human body, and have also been subject to mutations caused by chaotic wars and the influence of subspace.
Their genes no longer bear any resemblance to those of humans in the Golden Age.
Isn’t there a joke: From a genetic point of view, a banana from the 3K period is more like a purebred human than a 40K human.
At least banana genes are more than 50% similar to pure human genes.
In this way, it is understandable why there is a rebellion of iron men.
Iron people may be more willing to serve a banana from 3K than serve those 40K humans whose genes have become messed up.
Of course, this is just Ron's wild guess.
So now the question is, how to pass Moss’s genetic test?
If it doesn't pass, wouldn't it be cool?
"Mr. Ron, please extend your hand and let us collect your genetic sample.
Please remain calm during the collection of genetic samples.
Any aggressive behavior will be regarded as an attack on the farm by default and will be attacked with firepower..."
Moss reminded.
Soon, a disk-shaped small inspection machine that looked like a patchwork of various iron sheets flew over.
The detection machine suddenly stopped in mid-air, as if it was stuck, and the mechanical device on its body was still emitting sparks.
A red alarm sounded on the detection machine, and the electronic sound kept ringing: "Fault, fault, fault!"
"Sorry, we have been here for too long, many parts are rusty, and the response is a little slow..."
Moss said, skillfully raising his hand and knocking twice on the detection machine.
With the knock, the detection machine returned to normal and flew in front of Ron.
"Is this reliable?
Why do I feel like this thing is easy to make mistakes..."
Ron looked at the tattered testing machine in front of him, feeling a little uneasy.
However, before he could react, the detection machine quickly stretched out its mechanical arm, pricked his hand with its tip, and took away the blood.
When the detection machine absorbs blood, there is a stream of data flowing past the panel on the machine, which looks like it is being analyzed.
Moss said thoughtfully:
"Mr. Ron, please rest assured. According to the existing data, the testing machine will definitely not make mistakes!
We've already detected dozens of terrifying aliens using this machine.
Fortunately, our farm is protected by security devices so it won't be invaded by aliens! "
Ron looked at the pile of bones and felt that they died unjustly.
If he fails to pass the test later, I don't know if this body can withstand the attack from the prime time weapon.
That's just an ordinary farm security device. It shouldn't be too powerful, right?
Just as he was thinking about it, the detection device floating in mid-air suddenly revealed a red light and made a beeping sound.
Ron looked at Moss and asked carefully: "Is this little thing malfunctioning again?"
"Mr. Ron, you failed the test...
I'm really sorry, according to the agreement in my program, I must completely expel you!
We'll launch our expulsion attack in five seconds, and you're free! "
The X symbol appeared on the display in Moss's eye, and it raised its gun towards Ron.
At the same time, the energy cannon in the distance also began to charge, and a bright light emitted from the muzzle.
"Five, four, three..."
"No, why don't you be more rigorous and check? What if something goes wrong?"
Facing the coming attack, Ron was very anxious, imitating Moss's example, and smashed it twice.
The detection machine exploded with even bigger sparks, the alarm stopped, and then there was a "beep" sound, and the green indicator light came on.
"Look, isn't this great!"
"Test passed, tested passed..."
Moss was obviously confused when he saw the green indicator light on. He was a little excited and electric sparks frequently exploded from his body.
"Are you OK?"
Ron looked at it like this, fearing that it would short-circuit.
He was also thinking about how to get the farm construction technology of the golden age from this robot.
"I'm fine..."
Moss walked to the testing machine and looked at the numbers on it, which could be seen with the naked eye, and he became even more excited.
"Mr. Ron, according to testing, your genetic data is 99% similar to the human genes in the database!
That 1% error is because your genes are purer than the human genes in the database!
There is no doubt that you are a human being, and a nobler purebred human being! "
Ron finally breathed a sigh of relief after hearing Moss's words.
His guess was indeed correct, and he could indeed pass the genetic test.
After Ron's soul traveled to this world and awakened the Little Sun, the essence of subspace, his body has been changing.
After all, the soul is the essence, so as he absorbs more and more power of hope, his body becomes more and more purified in the direction of the soul.
After the Holy Scripture ended, the massive power of hope completely transformed his body.
Now the genes in his body are pure, from the 3K era, and he is a completely pure human being.
According to those originalist bloodline concepts, the 3K era genes he possesses are undoubtedly the purest and most sacred human bloodline.
What a noble bloodline that is for the current Galaxy!
Ron looked at Moss. It had put down its weapon and it seemed that it would not attack him.
Now the identity problem is solved.
How to obtain the farm construction technology from this intelligent robot next, or even trick it back?
