Copywriting: The greatest wish of a certain planetary consciousness with a mysterious origin is to raise a group of smart cubs to take over. It's a pity that not even a single grass cover insect has been raised in hundreds of millions of years. The fourth star owner is determined to learn from the earth and raise pups, starting with archaea.
It's just that there seems to be something wrong with these cubs.
Protoss
Status: (mourned)
Mood: o(╥╥)o
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One day, a certain human starship, a doomsday ark, accidentally broke in.
The Fourth Star Lord (his eyes lit up): So many cubs! Everything is alive! !
Small theater:
Protoss: Wow, so many humans. They must be protected. (With a wave of his hand, the manor, monitoring, and security are all arranged)
Result:
The manor comes with a time attribute of one hundred years and one day. Once you leave, you cannot come back;
Monitoring fog has its own information shielding function, and high-tech tools cannot be used;
The human form of the security ice spirit is transparent and has no body temperature. Human beings suspect that it is a supernatural resurrection...
Star Spirit: Why aren't the cuties happy?
Human: You are poisonous!
Purpose: All life has meaning