The barren land is covered with the color of steel, and the sun is slowly setting on the horizon like glass. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Stoke sat on a huge pile of scrap metal, his big green face full of serious expressions.

"I thought it could be done. ”

A few greenskins who were two laps younger than him, but still more than two meters tall, sat around the bottom of the scrap metal pile, and they scratched their heads in confusion as they looked at the thinking boss.

"What's the boss thinking?"

"I'm wondering what to eat. ”

"What, what's eating?"

"I don't know. ”

Stoke looked at them like this, and although he felt that something was wrong, there seemed to be nothing wrong.

After all, it had been so many years since he had crossed over into this world, although at first he was still normal, like a human with a sick brain. But in recent years, with the acceptance of his identity, he has become a qualified orc boss - the kind of skill that is willing to think and is good at trying.

You can make anything, and you dare to make anything.

Under this guiding ideology, Stoke has always been happy: he never hesitates, he never worries, he does whatever he wants, he does what he wants.

Just like the previous two days - he thought he had to have a car, so he found a truck. First he banged and installed eight wheels, and then he smashed out an engine that emitted black smoke. He thought again that the car had to be red, and the speed of red was fast. So he found some more paint and painted the whole car red.

Does this really work?

The devil knows!

But anyway, Stoke was happy anyway - and that was enough.

But now that Stoke is tired of playing, he is no longer satisfied with the tattered earth, and wants to find some new fun. And where's the fun? I'm afraid there's no better place than space.

"I have to build a big ship, I want to go to the sky. ”

Thinking so, Stoke began to open his mind. He grabbed a handful of scrap paper, got a pencil, and began to scribble irresponsibly.

"The ship has to be five hundred meters long. ”

Bang bang.

"There must be a few waist-thick cannons on it. ”

Bang bang.

"Paint red, of course. ”

Bang bang.

"I'm a genius. ”

Then the blueprints are drawn.

“……”

The artificial intelligence that he turned out of the ruins looked at the messy drawings and almost short-circuited, although it was a civilian model from the beginning, but Yumemi Hoshino was still an AI with a normal IQ. Although it will use waste cables as fake flowers, although it has been on standby for decades and has not recognized the situation, although it is ...... Well, it's more reliable than an Oak boss anyway, isn't it?

So, adhering to the good character of artificial intelligence to help human beings (?), she raised her hand and pointed to the garbage in Oak's hand.

"That, Mr. Stoker?"

"What for?"

"What is this? ”

"My ship. ”

"Ah......h

Yumemi Hoshino couldn't say a word. Stoker's face was really serious when he said this, and he didn't deceive at all. Even with his green orc face, his expression was still so sincere at the moment—so sincere that you couldn't help but want to believe him.

But, it's really unreliable!

Who's a spaceship captain like this!

"It's really not a ...... Fireworks?"

"What a stupid thing to say, this is called a sky monkey. ”

The next thing to do is simple.

Stoke pulled out a deflated horn from behind his ass and propped it up again. Then he shouted at the green-skinned boys under the scrap metal pile, holding up the trumpet.

"Listen to me!"

"Oooh!"

"Boss, I want to build a boat and take you to the sky!"

"Oh oh oh!"

"So pay attention to me! Give me all the iron boxes with wheels!"

“waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh！”

The green-skinned boys scattered in all directions. There are a few brains that are good at it, and even more so, who have become mechanical boys, go together.

And Memmi, who saw this scene, had short-circuited - her poor logic circuit couldn't keep up with the rhythm at all under the smooth thinking of the Oaks' highway version, and she hadn't reacted until now: Is there a half-dime relationship between the car and the spaceship?

Sadly, the answer is yes.

For the greenskins, anything is possible.

Little did the poor girl know that the great greenskinned warlord, the unscrupulous, the Stoke boss, had transformed a refrigerator into a cryo gun with great brains before it found herself.

-- Damn retarded! You know it all with your knees! Normal people can't do this!

However, before Mengmei could say anything about it, Stoke had already turned to him.

While patting Mengmei on the shoulder with a big hand bigger than Mengmei's head, the big guy started an old topic with a serious voice.

"What did you think about the other day?"

"Huh?"

Mengmei's face was confused.

Did anything happen two days ago?Did anything happen two days ago?Mengmei worked hard to flip through her hard disk records, but I don't know if it was the cause of the bad sector of the disk: Mengmei checked her brain, but found nothing!

- Who told her that it was Oak who changed her hard drive?

"Aren't you a robot? I'm trying to make you a new one. What do you think of the ancient garbage? I'll tell you, that thing is awesome. ”

"No, no! Mengmei doesn't want to be a new model!"

"Why are you so stubborn? Why would I lie to you?"

"It's okay with that!"

Out of fear of the term 'ancient trash', Yumemi Hoshino let out a cry for the first time in her life. Breaking through the finite logic loop, at this moment, she completed the evolution from AI to life - probably so, no one cares what it is.

"Okay, okay, rebellious or something, I know. ”

Stoke shook his head, allowing his brain circuits to turn in half a second. He stopped thinking about the ancient trash and refocused his attention on the spaceship.

"I've got to build an engine. ”

Stoke thought as he began to do it. He'd never made it before, but he thought it didn't matter.

Anyway, as long as it's big enough, it's fine. As long as it is big enough, the power will be enough, as long as it is big enough, the feeling of stepping on the accelerator must be very strong.

This is true for cars, and of course for spaceships.

So Stoke began to rummage through the nearby garbage dumps - the world had been completely destroyed by nuclear war before Stoker came along, and things like abandoned cars were all over the world. After a simple clean-up of the remnants of humanity, the entire city was turned into a garbage dump for Stoker.

He ripped off the skin of the car, nailed it to a frame made of steel bar, and made a huge iron bucket. Then it was like making a rocket: Stoke filled the thing's fuel bunker with fuel of unknown composition that he had forgotten where he had found it.

Then one creation made four.

During this period, the green-skinned boys who went out came back one after another with abandoned vehicles - the smart ones repaired the car, bumped into it all the way and drove it back, and the unsmart ones could only smash the car to pieces, and then carry all kinds of things to run a few more times.

Stoker took his proud team of technicians, a bunch of brainy mechanic boys, and set out to clean up the metals. They found a nearby square, bulldozed the unsightly statues and flower beds, and erected huge, ugly scaffolding there.

That's a year.

With constant explosions and casualties, the construction process of the spaceship is fraught with randomness and unpredictability. Although the initial blueprint was exaggerated enough, it looked like a thirty-meter-tall rocket - or a monkey. But what was actually made, even Stoke was stunned.

"Damn, what is this? ”

The height was about sixty meters, more than double the estimate, and it was patched countless times, and it looked like a pile of tattered barrels that were installed on the side of the hull as the main gun, regardless of the dynamics or the distribution of mass, and the large thick and long tube with an unknown caliber poked a hole in the hull.

But it's great to watch, so so be it.

Stoke installed eight more propulsion swords for the behemoth - welded together with welding torches, and then wrapped two loops around the steel cable. After that, all that's left to do is ignition.

So, just go to a day that doesn't make any sense. Stoke and his greenskins climbed into the ship in high spirits, and then, with Monmei's blank gaze, ignited the rocket engine.

“……”

Mengmei watched as the huge sky-skimming monkey flew up into the sky in a cloud of black smoke, spiraling upward.

Then, just when she thought everything was going well, just like all the Sky Monkeys will face in the end. The huge cannon exploded into a cloud of fireworks in the sky.

“…… Ahh

Why did they go to the universe?

I don't know.

How do I get back when I go to the universe?

I don't know.

Why did the rocket blow up?

I don't know.

What's next?

Still don't know.

Yumemi Hoshino sat on Stoker's red truck with her knees crossed and stunned for five minutes, watching the debris of the rocket fall from the sky. Finally, when the last piece of shard was gone, all that was left in the sky was a cloud of black smoke. She figured it out.

"I'd better go back to the planetarium......

I thought so, so I did it.

She patted her fluttery skirt and jumped out of the car.

Snap the car door and take out the toolbox from under the chair. In it is Stoker's favorite tool kit – hammers and wrenches of all sizes.

"The astrological projector is broken, but that's okay, that kind of thing can be fixed. ”

While thinking so, Mengmei pulled out the repair manual that Stoke had written for herself. Looking at the small book full of green skin style, Mengmei's heart suddenly brightened.

Why didn't you think of it before?

Yumemi didn't know. But since she ran into Stoke and was taken away by that weird Hulk, she's learned a lot she didn't know before.

It was like a new life for her.

"Fix the planetarium first, and then go to the audience...... But it seems that all the people in this city have been killed by Mr. Stoker...... Then make a few of your own. ”

Mengmei carried the toolbox and walked back with a wobble of it. Obviously set against the backdrop of the rising sun and the ruined city, this picture is surprisingly full of vitality.