flstandardbreds Chapter 386 "Don't Forget Me"
Chapter 386 "Don't Forget Me"
A warm dinner ended. Roy secretly poked the soft flesh on the doctor's waist, lowered his head to whisper a few words in her ear, and then gave Kal'tsit a look.
Kal'tsit frowned slightly, then nodded imperceptibly. She had something to discuss with Roy.
"Hilda, go hang out with Sister Amiya. I have something to talk to these two sisters about. I'll come pick you up later."
Although the Doctor and Kel'tsit were both over ten thousand years old, Roy still addressed them as "sisters" in front of Hilda, as a way of giving the old cat some face.
"Well, I will be good and obedient and won't cause any trouble for Sister Amiya."
Hilda nodded obediently. She had a good first impression of Amiya and had already accepted this sister who was about the same age as her.
After all, who doesn't want to have a sister who is a great cook and gentle and considerate? Especially for a child like Hilda who grew up in a loveless environment.
"Let's go, Kal'tsit." Roy took the doctor's hand, stood up and walked towards the cafeteria door. Kal'tsit mentally prepared her words and followed.
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On the upper deck of Rhodes Island, a brilliant sunset dyed the sky red, and a cool evening breeze gently caressed my face. The wasteland was always so vast and peaceful, as if it could hold all kinds of secrets.
"Doctor, what do you think of Hilda?" Roy asked as he held the doctor's hand and leaned against the deck railing.
"He's a good, well-behaved child. He'll definitely become good friends with Amiya." The doctor smoothed his drooping hair, looked into the distance, and answered with a smile.
"Well, I feel the same way."
"Did the doctor find anything special about her?"
The doctor recalled Hilda's behavior at dinner and finally shook his head: "Um... No, is there something wrong with her?"
"That child's oripathy is severe and she could collapse at any moment. If it weren't for your spell, she would have died. The medical department is not capable of treating such a serious illness."
Kal'tsit analyzed Hilda's physical condition with her professional medical eyes.
"I will heal her. Hilda is very important to Terra."
"What do you mean?" Kal'tsit frowned. She really couldn't see how important the child was to Terra.
Roy's expression was serious as he spoke word by word, "Hilda was chosen by Precious. Just like the relationship between the Doctor and Amiya, her choice of Hilda might be related to the Doctor."
"...How is it possible? With her arrogance, she actually took the initiative to establish contact with the Terra civilization..." Kal'tsit rarely showed an expression of incredible surprise. In her memory, that woman would not do such a thing.
Could it be that the ten thousand years of sleep had changed her mind? No, that was unlikely...
"Spinal Cord Grey Matter Spike"—a non-invasive technology used by ancient civilizations to anchor the user's mind. Both the Doctor and Precious must have received the Grey Matter Spike implant.
The Doctor's Grey Spike is still in effect today, so what is causing Precious's unusual behavior?
Roy's few words sent Kel'tsit into a brainstorm. Hilda's appearance brought new variables to Terra's uncertain future.
Perhaps the doctor's suggestion of having a conversation is the best option under the current circumstances.
"No wonder... I feel a sense of familiarity with that child. It turns out to be her..." The doctor's expression was a little lost, and he stretched out his hands forward, as if he wanted to hold something.
Fuzzy memories began to flash back. He and Precious were standing side by side on the deck of Rhodes Island, looking at the distant horizon of the wasteland, whispering something.
Precious: (Unknown language) During these days of quietly waiting for the darkness to swallow us, it seems that we have no better way, right?
Precious: (Unknown language) Besides, I'm sure you won't refuse me, Doctor.
Prophet: (Unknown language)...
Our relationship at that time didn't seem that bad.
The PRTS system took photos of the moment and saved them in a partition with extremely high permissions.
Disagreements over the ultimate goal of the Originium Project ultimately tore apart their once close relationship. Increasingly heated debates failed to ease the conflict.
Until the day when the stars went out and darkness was about to fall upon Terra, he was hurriedly sent to sleep in a sarcophagus.
Even if the oceans boil and the atmosphere disappears, even if our satellites plunge one after another into the vortex of gravity, even if our sun expands fiercely and ruthlessly devours its children until all is silent...
We will meet again. At the end of a civilization adorned with darkness and pinpricks of light, we will meet again. Definitely.
I will wait until that day. I will definitely wait until that day. Wait for me. You have to wait for me too.
...Dr. Don't forget me.
"...Don't forget me." The last image before falling asleep was of Precious tightly grasping his hand, tenderly expressing her reluctance to let go. It was as if our relationship had never been severed.
It was he who broke his promise to her and woke up from the sarcophagus early, leaving her alone to wander in the cold and silent space of her mind.
"Doctor, Doctor...what's wrong with you?" Roy held the doctor's shoulders and shook her, calling her name with a worried look on his face.
"I... I'm fine..." The doctor woke up from his long memories, felt the coolness on his cheek, and subconsciously reached out to touch it.
It was tears, I cried...
"Doctor, your mental state is abnormal. I need to examine you." Kal'tsit held the doctor's hand tightly, and looked into her eyes with her deep and calm green eyes.
Kelsey tried to stabilize the doctor's mental state in this way. She was worried that Precious had quietly influenced the doctor through some means.
Protecting the safety of the Doctor and Mon3tr has long been engraved into the core logic of Ama-10.
"No need, Kal'tsit. I know my condition myself." The doctor refused to undergo a physical examination, saying that he was just lost in his memories and there was no need for an examination.
"But..." Kal'tsit wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by the Doctor.
"Kal'tsit, believe me, it's okay." The doctor held Kal'tsit's hand with a firm look in his eyes.
A camera, unnoticed by anyone, captured everything that happened on deck. Deep within the awakening chamber of Rhodes Island, Prissus lay quietly within the sarcophagus, her fingertips trembling slightly.