I don’t know how long, maybe a few hours, or a few days later. Duke woke up again and found himself in a completely unfamiliar place. Lying on a soft platform like a sponge and exuding a blue light, it looked like a small room around it, only a few square meters in size, with almost no devices or equipment inside, and the walls around it emitted white light. Next to Duke was a machine of 1 meter in size, and his whole body was made of cylinders of large and small. It was impossible to tell what substance was made of. Only the "hand" had soft and swirling tentacles. Is this the robot of e.t or e.t?

"Hello, Duke" a voice suddenly sounded from the room. Duke couldn't tell whether it was a "robot" around him or a place in the room. It was really strange. But what's even more strange is that he is very familiar with this voice. Whose voice is so familiar? I feel that he should have heard it every day. Duke thought hard for a while before he suddenly realized that this was his own voice. No wonder he was so familiar, because this voice was like copying the accent he usually made. Whether it was speaking speed or tone, it was almost perfect for the original sound. If this technology could be used on fever speakers, it would definitely be the top level of hi_end.

"Hello, Duke" repeated the voice again. When Duke heard another voice of himself, his mind was filled with an indescribable absurdity, as if he was communicating with him, and his mind was indescribable. "Hello, what should I call you?" Duke couldn't help but reply in honor. For aliens with unknown intentions, his heart was still full of fear, fearing to annoy this unknown existence that was obviously much stronger than himself. "Obviously you are not a member of our planet."

"You can call me Bileme," said the voice. "I came from a very distant place, Duke, this place is far beyond your imagination. In terms of the starry sky knowledge of your planet, perhaps it is the other end of the Milky Way. Meeting you was just an accident. I could feel your fear, Duke, relax, I have no malice, and I have no intention of harming you at all. In fact, in order to communicate with you, I copied your brain, or to be precise, my brain memory."

Brain replication? Duke was shocked again. What an advanced technology is this. It seems that maybe the earthlings have no different visions from humans in their eyes when looking at ants. Then, maybe there is really no threat? Duke relaxed his nerves a little, and thought of this information that is a bit embarrassing but completely beneficial to his own.

"Okay, Bileme, frankly, are you an interstellar explorer? Just passing by to Earth?" Duke asked tentatively. "Explorer, oh, you can think so. In fact, I originally thought of another starry sky this time, but unfortunately on my departure star map, I mistakenly deviated the value of the singularity coordinates of the space jumping singularity coordinates by one billion. I deviated from the target and came to your planet. What's more unfortunate is that after coming here, my spacecraft encountered a problem." Bileme said.

"What's the problem? Bileme" Duke asked.

"Due to the wrong space jump, the energy of the spacecraft has been almost exhausted. Now my spacecraft is seriously insufficient and I have to replenish some energy to jump to my original target starry sky." Bileme said. "So, I need some help, hoping to replenish enough energy on Earth."

Oh, it turned out that he had just taken the wrong path. Duke felt relieved. As long as he didn't come to destroy the earth, Duke felt that his survival safety factor had increased a little more.

"What do you need to order? Bilime, coal or gasoline?" Duke asked. He thought to himself, but not too much, I can't handle it.

"Coal? Gasoline? No, Duke, the energy content of these materials is too low. Even tens of millions of tons are not enough to support me to the next destination." Bileme said. Duke was shocked again. Tens of millions of tons of coal or gasoline would not cause the earth to fall into a deep energy crisis? It seems that this matter is a bit big. If you cannot get satisfaction from normal channels, you may be in a disaster. Some aliens invade the earth quickly flashed in Duke's mind. Wars are ignited everywhere, and the earth is full of a devastating doomsday scene.

"No, no, Duke, there is no war, we are a peaceful and intelligent life. In fact, in our starry sky, there has been more than 500 years of war, and war is just a manifestation of ignorance. I don't need coal or gasoline, I just need something special to you." Bileme answered Duke's questions as if he could read his mind. Duke was a little immune to this magical method, and even his brain memory could be copied. There is nothing strange about understanding his brain thinking activities.

Bileme paused after saying that, "I can't find any words in your memory to describe this kind of thing. Let's put it this way, Duke, do you know how stars emit light? The principle of sunlight that you mentioned is based on a violent reaction. Yes, if there is the concept of nuclear reaction in your memory, what I need is raw materials similar to the nuclear reaction of the sun."

Nuclear material? Duke's heart twitched again when he heard this. This matter was really a bit big. It is almost impossible to obtain these things without going through the relevant departments. However, once the relevant departments know that there is Bileme, it is impossible to describe it as thirsty, treasures, etc., and the conflict is absolutely inevitable. Thinking of Bileme's "gentle" methods now, Duke is already a little unimaginable, and the violent methods that annoy Bileme after annoying Bileme are absolutely even more unimaginable.

It can use nuclear reactions to provide energy to come here from the other end of the Milky Way. Compared with the Earth, Bileme's level of playing nuclear weapons is definitely more than a three-year-old child playing with knife and a strong man playing with knife. Perhaps the nuclear weapons on Earth are just fireworks to Bileme. However, without the cooperation of relevant departments, Bileme cannot obtain the nuclear materials he needs. Once the relevant departments intervene, this matter will be unlimitedly complicated and dangerous. What should we do? Duke immediately became entangled.

"What department is the relevant department?" asked Bileme. Obviously, in Duke's memory, the concept of the relevant department was too complicated, which made Bileme unable to understand. "This," Duke turned from one tangle to another new tangle, and his head suddenly increased by 0.01 mm in Bileme's measurement. "We can simply put it, the relevant department is such a complex of government agencies: when you need its help, you will never find it; but when you don't need it to make trouble, it is an ubiquitous management agency."

"???" As soon as Duke finished speaking, countless question marks suddenly popped up in his mind. Obviously, Bileme could no longer express his doubts in his heart in words.

"Well, simply put, the relevant departments are institutions that you should never expect to help you. It will only be a troublemaker."

"Duke, I don't quite understand the organizational form on your planet, but obviously you have countless management agencies, and we had disbanded the last management agency like the government on your planet 500 years ago. You see, we only need to manage through rules, without any department.

We have an omnipresent high-intelligence network, which can record and judge whether your behavior violates the galaxy code. If there is any violation, a handling decision will be automatically issued. The violator will automatically accept the processing within the specified time. Otherwise, the system will automatically close many of the violators' authority. Simply put, in our starry sky, a normal intelligent life, everyone can apply to use public facilities to obtain everything they need, just like you go to a buffet. But if you violate the galaxy code, these rights will be adjusted according to the size of the mistake you made until the punishment is accepted according to the penalty regulations.

If a person has a new idea and needs to improve the galaxy code, he can propose a revision plan at any time, and then he can instantly notify all intelligent life forms in the galaxy through the ubiquitous communication system. Each person can provide supplementary or revision opinions on this plan within 7 working days of galaxy. After the revision period is completed, if there is no revision opinion for conflict of opinions, then vote within 24 standard galaxies and adopt the consent of the majority of people to be included in the galaxy code. In our entire galaxy, the 18 billion intelligent life in our entire galaxy are completely independent individuals, no war, and no inequality," said Bileme.

Duke couldn't imagine how the "buffet" society described by Bileme works, but Bileme's next words clearly stated that Bileme does not want to have any contact with the relevant departments. "Duke, I don't want the relevant departments to appear in my world, and I don't want it at all. If you want, I hope to get your help."

"I really want to help you, Bileme, but my ability is really limited. Frankly speaking, I still don't know what the nuclear material you need is. Even if I know it, I definitely have no chance to get in touch with it. These things are almost one of the most confidential materials on our planet." Duke said.

What an international joke? In this world, not to mention that individuals cannot afford to play nuclear-related things, even if you are a country, you should not try these things even if you are a small country. A false "weapon of mass destruction" can destroy a wealthy country. If you want to touch nuclear materials, or a hooligan excuses you to get into steamed buns for life, whether you are in the East or the West.

"It doesn't matter, Duke, I don't need you to buy or get it from any other channel, I just need you to help me build a set of devices that we can get from the sea. I can provide the necessary technology to make you able to do this," Bileme said.

"Is that so? Bileme, what do I need to do for you?" Duke asked. As soon as he finished speaking, a panoramic view of a large factory appeared in his mind. Obviously, Bileme began to show him a refining factory for obtaining nuclear materials. After the panoramic view, he was a structural diagram of equipment one by one. After looking at the factory structure diagram for more than ten minutes, Duke's head was completely dizzy.

But he knew two things in his heart. First, the construction of this refinery factory is definitely a huge project, and it costs countless funds and materials;

Second, those precision equipment is basically difficult to find a processing factory on Earth now. This is definitely a huge system project, and there are countless technologies that require breakthroughs to be completed. Even if the relevant departments are willing to cooperate unconditionally, it will probably take three to five years to solve it, let alone let Duke start from scratch alone.

"Look, Bileme, I think you have already understood the technical level of our planet from my memory, and I believe there is a reasonable assessment of my personal abilities. What you showed me, frankly, first of all, that core control system alone is not something I can do.

Secondly, there is almost nothing to buy in the precision equipment you show. Therefore, all of this requires countless resources and materials, on earth, which means huge amounts of money. Unfortunately, all of the above is an impossible task for me,” Duke said.
Chapter completed!