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Supreme Alien Collector

From the first contact between humans and aliens, to the establishment of the Alien Society, the interaction between humans and these amazing beings does not stop for a moment. Captain Roger Heart, an alien collector, is piloting his spaceship to and from different planets, striving to become the supreme collector. But in order to become the pinnacle that all collectors look up to, he has to conduct research and write many papers instead of participating in the confrontation. Roger Heart: Where is danger where is me because I have to write my thesis. Even God can't stop me. This is an interstellar travel taming novel; hope you will like. Please comment more often, I love reading them. : )

WCOP · Ficção Científica
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9 Chs

Psychic Dream

Roger Heart was pretty sure he was dreaming, mainly because he was now wearing a suit he didn't recognize, standing in the middle of Parry's iconic mushroom rainforest.

Considering that the main material of the suit was tanned giant Parry mushroom skin, he was pretty sure that the suit wasn't his in his own, as for the body, he couldn't identify it well in the pitch black night, but it didn't feel like his fat body due to over nutrition, it was a lean but powerful body.

He looked around, and all around him seemed to be his 'companions', everyone holding torches, dancing around a huge flat stone pillar in the darkness of the night.

He then made an effort to view the stone pillar in front of him by the light of the fire. It was like a huge stone wheel lying on the ground, perhaps thirty feet in diameter, but no more than seven feet in height, with many patterns carved into it, the most conspicuous of which were one large and two small orbs that seemed to symbolize some kind of celestial body.

Without giving him time to interpret them carefully, his body had joined in the dance uncontrollably, each bouncing and making some kind of low humming sound in the dark night, under the faint light of the fire.

He could clearly feel the vibration of the chest, indicating that the sound was not coming from the throat, but using some special technique that uses the human chest cavity to make the sound.

This strange dream and real experience made him wonder if he had been so careless before that he had accidentally inhaled an excessive amount of mushroom spores and fallen into some kind of hallucinatory dream.

But what attracted him more at this moment was still the various murals on this huge stone pillar in front of him, on which he could vaguely see many tiny figures, some scenes and elements that he could not identify in time, such as mushrooms, the sun, mountains, and a giant worshipped by the little people.

Suddenly, the image in front of him fluctuated violently, as if the old projector was distorted by poor contact.

Immediately, in a moment of spinning, he regained consciousness.

Gurgling and Cough.

Did not think he actually fell asleep in the bath and slipped into the water, Roger woke up caught off guard and drank a large mouthful of his own bath water, but he did not panic, but to resist the lack of oxygen brought about by dizziness and choking coughing sensation, hands forcefully grabbed the armrests in the bathtub, to support himself up.

It took a lot of effort to clean up the water he choked in, and Roger also gave himself an uneasy shot of a pricey recovery liquid. This liquid nanobots can intelligently identify the body's disease, infection, poisoning and other adverse symptoms and make the right treatment.

When he fully recovered from choking water, it was already early that morning, and Hill sat beside him, worriedly arching his head with him. Just now, if he was not a decisive discharge to wake up Roger, he may have drowned.

"Thank you, Hill."

Roger stroked his head, then fell into the recollection and contemplation of the previous dream. Although the accidental choking and the peculiarities of the dream made him have only a vague impression of many things that happened in it, he still remembered the huge weird totem pole, the crowd dancing around it, and the huge figures on the mural.

What were they worshipping?

Roger guessed that it was probably a kind of deification of the Imperials. About twelve hundred years ago, the human polity was imperial, and then for some reason the Empire fell apart, and the Federation was established from the ruins and restored the human frontier.

But during the dark period between the collapse of the empire and the birth of the Federation, a thousand human planets, isolated by the complete collapse of the interstellar wormhole network and the quantum communication network, underwent a thousand different civilizational evolutions.

Some imperial officials on Parry collected the remaining high-tech achievements and troops, built a sky city suspended in the upper atmosphere, and enslaved the ordinary people who remained on the ground and degenerated to the Iron Age until the arrival of the Federation army, when this situation was changed.

Most of these enslaved people joined the Federation and went to work in the cities it built, which have been in place for over a century today.

But not everyone wanted to join the Federation. Whether in the mysterious rainforests, in the beautiful islands of the sea, or even near the ice cap at the two poles of the Earth, there are many freed tribes that have become self-supporting, and using the power of the native alien of Parry, and their knowledge of nature and the secrets of the planet, they are also able to feed themselves and trade with the Federation to some extent, to acquire things that they cannot produce themselves, such as beehives.

The tribes in the rainforest had a kind of deified worship of the Imperial presence in the old days, and it seemed perfectly normal to Roger that the huge disk-like totem pole, symbolized by what might be the Imperial sky city, or some kind of flying machine.

Roger, while his memory was still clear, tried to write down what he thought of as well as what he still remembered in the notebook he had with him, and tried hard to draw the odd totem pole.

Whatever that is, at least now there is a little clue.

Organizing his notes, Roger got up from his desk and moved his body, feeling the pain in his lungs from choking had largely subsided, confident that the precious shot of liquid robot had done its job.

He stood in the room and looked out, the pre-dawn darkness so thick it swallowed his gaze like a curtain.

He walked up to the balcony and noticed that it was originally semi-open with a transparent reinforced glass enclosure, a design likely intended to give travelers a better experience, to be able to feel so close to this unique mushroom jungle of Parry.

But now because of the spread of the jungle, the possibility of toxic spore powder, and even wild alien into the hotel range has greatly increased, for this reason the Kakapuro Hotel deliberately used a layer of glass curtain wall to seal all the balconies of their rooms.

Roger looked at the darkness outside, thinking roaming began to spread, trying to find certain clues from their own observations and experience a series of events, but there was never any result.

Hill also came to his side at this time, looking warily out the window at the pervasive darkness, his smooth hairless spine with two huge fissures, electric sparks were crackling and flashing at the moment. Hill has no ram's horns, but he has two long metal rods sticking out of the cleft in his back, and if he needs to release lightning, he has to rely on them.

Electricity reacted with the air, and the unique smell of ozone interrupted Roger's contemplation.

He stroked Hill's head, pleased with his performance tonight, and decided to reward himself and Hill, who had saved his life once again, with a hearty breakfast.

In fact, he wanted to hug Hill, but Hill's ram-like size and metallic body dictated that he weighed far more than Roger and was difficult to pick up.

"Good boy, you are doing so well, tell Captain Roger what you want to eat?"

I don't know if Hill really understood, in any case, he bleated twice, and then rubbed Roger's chest hard.

Even if he doesn't say anything, Roger knows exactly what his old buddy likes to eat.

Half an hour later, he and Hill sat down in the hotel cafeteria. During this time, many people brought Alien to eat.

Although Hill's unique appearance and rare race made them the focus of many people's attention, those who were willing to stay here for exploration, whether they were trainers or collectors, had a certain respect and consideration for each other, so no one bothered his breakfast time.

Roger poured a large bottle of white pills into Hill's rice bowl, then added a few roasted chicken legs and some savory boiled dough made from mushroom starch, which seemed to be a famous local snack in Parry.

He put several pieces of bread made of mushroom starch into the gap on Hill's back, waited patiently for half a minute, and then carefully used a wooden clamp to put out the hot bread, which was paired with fried eggs, Fruit salad and milk for breakfast.

Hill Heart, Captain Roger's most faithful companion and toaster, at this time is gulping at his breakfast, with lithium carbonate food very much to his taste, is easy to eat.

The reason for this, mainly any lightning alien after eating lithium carbonate, will become energetic and aggressive.

If it did not happen to go to the jungle today to explore, Roger would not reward him with this food. He may buy him some toys or other food he likes.

The effect of lithium carbonate is immediate, with lithium ions into Hill's body, the electric sparks on his back brighten up, and his state becomes excited, circling back and forth around Roger, who has not yet finished his breakfast, forcing him to also speed up the speed of eating.

"Don't rush, I don't want to have loose bowels in the dangerous jungle."