Quotes and Images from 残次品 (CAN CI PIN) a novel of Priest, translated to EN by GPStranslations and Beans Translate. Donghua by Bilibili. Not free from spoilers.
“In this universe, knowledge is more valuable than money. Boundless curiosity is more valuable than knowledge. And what’s more valuable than curiosity is the starry sky above us.”
If that didn’t kill you, the explosion from the heavy mech would evaporate all the water in your body, leaving you to rest forever in the wasteland of death like a lonesome star amongst the countless remnants of extinct comets.
Yet stars can be reborn, but what about you?
“Young master, it's because we're not concerned about it like you. What 'training wheel', do you also need someone to spoon feed baby food right next to you?”
“Mint, are you trying to grow up to be the next Commander Lin? You're going to be forever alone if you do that.”
Humans gamble their lives in the vast galaxy; deep love and hatred swallow up their bodies and souls... yet in the eyes of the universe, they are merely little glares of light in the darkness.
“How did you know it was me?” Lu Bixing suddenly asked. “Aren’t you afraid it might be a trap?”
“I can smell it.” He raised an arm & pulled Lu Bixing’s hand to his face. He sniffed the tips of Lu Bixing’s fingers lightly, perhaps even touching the skin with the tip of his nose.
To him, Lu Bixing was like a rare bud that bloomed into a colorful flower on his own despite almost losing his way in the dry soil and harsh environment.
“I apologize for my direct words, sir,” Zhanlu said, “but I hope that you don't ask any other AIs to perform such unreasonable tasks in the future — they might crash.”
“I know that your birth was a buy-one-get-one-free tragedy, and I understand that you suffered from poor development in childhood that led to you having speech dysfunction--but don’t you think you use the same words a little too often?”
It was a meaningless gesture that could only be explained as a strange obsession of wanting to touch the commander-- he calls this the “Lin Jingheng syndrome” that makes him crave physical contact when he sees the commander within reach to satisfy his itching heart.
“My father is a retired Galactic Soldier.” The little boy stood proudly. “He said that the 'Silver Ten' of the 'Silver Fortress' is the strongest military unit, and Commander Lin is our ultimate guardian.”
“I’m not in school right now and not in uniform, so I’m not a soldier for now!”
Lin Jingheng was an inch away from laughing out of anger, “So what are you?”
Lu Guo responded shamelessly, “I’m your little baby girl.”
He had looked down on everything and everyone around him. Whether it was toward Lu Bixing or Lin Jingshu, he arrogantly assigned them the role of needing his protection, egotistically loving them as if they didn't have their own souls.
In all fairness, it was not yet the extent of desperation in Lu Bixing's view. But everything vaguely revealed a trace of misfortune, even making a materialistic atheist feel anxious involuntarily.
Unsatisfied, he blew a kiss to the mirror with two outstretched fingers. He scared himself.
“I'm such a creep.” Lu Bixing thought. “He'll murder me if he sees this.”
Society is like a giant board game that can continue to exist only because each player that acts in different roles all acknowledge the rules of the game; it doesn't matter if one tries to cheat, because the concept of cheating itself is also a form of recognition for the rules.
Humans gamble their lives in the vast galaxy; deep love and hatred swallow up their bodies and souls... yet in the eyes of the universe, they are merely little glares of light in the darkness.
“I apologize for my direct words, sir,” Zhanlu said, “but I hope that you don't ask any other AIs to perform such unreasonable tasks in the future — they might crash.”
“Thank you, sir, for your contribution to education and I represent the school board to give you an honorary PhD with extreme gratitude.”
B4 took his words as bullshit and pointed at the door with his chin, indicating for Lu Bixing to get out.
Mint casually spoke like a little gangster while blowing up a bubble with the gum in her mouth without breaking a line. She popped the bubble and then asked curiously in a very small voice: “Have you kissed him yet?”
Lu Bixing almost choked on his own spit.
Before Lu Xin left, he left his most proud student to the belief that abandoned him.
He probably never thought of it, that what he left behind was a bottle of slow poison instead of a lifesaver.