89 Smallville: Krypton
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The farmer had encountered strange capsule incidents in the past, but the alien capsules at that time looked like the JOJA Cola she fished out of the river. Compared with the strange-shaped aircraft in front of her, it was simple like a child's drawing.
"Um?"
Putting down the hops in her hand, Aria circled around the giant who was as tall as a man - knocking on the surface of the aircraft, from the familiar feel and dull echo, she initially judged that the surface was covered with lead coating, which might be able to block some cosmic rays. It was unexpected science.
The alien lifeforms contained within the capsule are, in the game's settings, unobservable by the player. In memory, they are usually filled with a mysterious liquid, and after three days, the container will break open, leaving behind an empty alien capsule. Players may even glimpse a fleeting shadow somewhere in town—even though the alien lifeforms have departed, peaceful farm life still has its share of spooky Easter eggs.
Some players will move this thing into the house to prevent it from breaking - this way it can remain intact forever.
But Aria didn't have such an idea. She swung the pickaxe just to move the aircraft - it was blocking her from collecting hops.
With a clang of the pickaxe, the strange-looking aircraft didn't fit into the backpack like the other furniture, but remained firmly in place. The farmer tilted his head in confusion and was about to strike again when the indicator light on the aircraft suddenly flashed several times.
“Click—”
The hatch slowly opened.
!
Wait, Aria took several steps back. She was not ready to face the aliens in broad daylight.
She had met the pitch-black alien in a previous file. Due to insufficient light and other reasons, the alien's appearance could not be successfully recorded in the farmer's memory bank, but that vague and slightly terrifying first impression still lingers.
This time they had to face the aliens in broad daylight, and the farmer was a little worried that her sword would strike before her men.
…
No movement.
There was no alien creature crawling out of the aircraft, nor was there a flash of black shadow trying to escape. The strangely shaped alien aircraft coated in pure lead remained quietly in place, as if it had made up its mind that Aria would come closer to take a look again out of curiosity.
That's right. Less than five minutes into the standoff, the farmer succumbed to his curiosity and approached, obsidian sword in hand. "...Is this some kind of Easter egg?"
……Why?
When Aria saw what was inside, she was obviously stunned by the scene.
There was a girl sleeping in the aircraft.
Her hair was brighter than any sunlight Aria had ever seen, curling slightly, as if the very air itself were tinted a shade of gold. A metal exoskeleton snaked along her arm, completely different from the styles the farmers were familiar with, exuding a sense of futuristic technology.
The farmer realized what it was: "...a life support capsule."
She tentatively reached out and touched the equipment inside the cabin. If she remembered correctly, that was how it was turned off—the surrounding air temperature dropped sharply, and the refrigerated nitrogen instantly dissipated. The display screen on the life support cabin lit up with a line of characters that Aria couldn't understand at all.
“#@%*&~#…”
The life support device dutifully played a long string of voice messages that the farmer couldn't understand. Just as she began to wonder if this was a fairy tale MOD and whether she needed to perform the Heimlich maneuver on the sleeping blonde princess to help her spit out the poisoned apple, the blonde girl opened her eyes.
In the farmer's common sense, people lying in life support capsules usually have peaceful expressions. They will spend the rest of their lives in one dream after another until someone wakes them up - but the blonde girl is completely the opposite. She is more like a drowning person who is at a loss, her chest rising and falling violently like waves on the sea.
When Aria tried to turn off the mask that was hindering her breathing to save her from the nightmare, the blue eyes suddenly opened with indescribable horror!
"Hey, you're awake—"
Before Aria could finish her words, the girl suddenly lost control, broke free from the protective restraints within the aircraft, and staggered to her feet. Her body seemed unable to adapt to the earth's gravity, and her movements were stiff and clumsy.
The next second, her toes slightly left the ground, and she was actually free from the constraints of gravity!
Aria's eyes widened, "Calm down!"
However, the girl's body swayed in the air for a moment, and then she rushed towards the northern hilltop like a cannonball.
"boom!"
The deafening roar made Aria instinctively hold her head. When she came to her senses, a huge hole had been knocked out in the northern cliff, and rocks and dust poured down like a rainstorm.
“Oh my god…”
She dropped her sword and ran towards the top of the mountain. As she ran, she frantically searched her backpack: "Something that can restore health, something that can restore health... Would hops be okay?" She hoped the person was still alive...at least with a breath left to breathe?
…
Deep in the cave, Aria finally found the culprit.
She leaned against the stone wall, dust staining her golden hair. The alien's chest heaved violently, as if she had just struggled from drowning, and her entire body exuded an indescribable fragility.
The farmer's expression now was very similar to that of the stunned black and white cat - although her face was full of shock, she still climbed over the gravel and dust as quickly as possible and came to her.
"...Are you still alive?" Aria approached cautiously, tentatively extending her hand, her tone much slower. "Are you okay? Do you need... uh, help?"
“*cough*”
She wasn't seriously injured, but her head still hurt. The images in her eyes were infinitely shrunk under a microscope, and then she seemed to have turned into a speck of dust again. Everything around her was terrifyingly empty.
What was terrible was the sounds from this world—dewdrops pattering on the ground, wind blowing dust, waves crashing against the shore—unknown languages came to her along with waves of emotions, irritability, laughter, pain... The sounds turned into information streams that covered her over and over again.
Kara tried covering her ears, but it was no use, the sounds still chased her, finding ways to get into her head.
Before sending her away, her father prayed sincerely to their God - although he did not believe in God, he still did it. He prayed that the spaceship Kara was on would safely pass through the chaotic asteroid belt in the universe, that she would stay away from black holes, and that the looting of alien bandits would not disturb her sleep.
...I hope she will always remember to be kind and pray that the place where she lands will accept her as their own.
But Kara felt... this new world was too crowded.
…
He might be in some kind of traumatic stress state, and it would be difficult to deal with if he couldn't speak the language.
"..." After a preliminary check to see if the other party had any wounds, Aria squatted down. She was wondering how they would handle this situation - this was a memory that was not allowed and beyond the perspective of the game, but there was indeed a way.
She closed her eyes and tried to trace back from the first note - just like taking down her own poster from a wall covered with various posters, the first step in everything is just to peel back a corner of the poster.
After humming the first note, the rest became much easier. Her brain returned the memory of the song to her. Aria sat there slowly and calmly, not caring about the danger as she slightly lowered her eyes, reproducing the tune she had heard more than once in the past.
This is a song about travelers, and almost every player can hum it. The simple tune is the most soothing... At least for them, it is the best way to deal with traumatic stress.
Different civilizations might not understand each other due to language, but the underlying emotions were universal. Kara heard the soothing meaning in the words without needing further explanation.
...A long, long time ago, perhaps it was just yesterday for her, she had a room with a great view - looking out from the room, she could see a huge tree. It was so old that citizens walking under it would feel as if it was blocking out the sky.
Kara loved the tree, loved its red and blue leaves, and the lightest breeze passing over the treetop would cause it to tremble - that was the trembling of life, with the sound of waves accompanying her every sleepless night.
Although she could no longer hear it, the tune reminded her of it and her heart was at peace.
…
The chaotic and strange world finally disappeared - replaced by only soft sounds, like gusts of wind, like red and blue leaves shining with tiny lights under the shining stars.
The drowning person was finally able to float to the surface to breathe. Kara breathed a sigh of relief. The air content here was somewhat different from that on her planet, but the life support module was adjusting the air ratio during the descent, so it was still adaptable for her.
It was a messy accident scene, with rubble and dirt scattered all over the ground, which might have matched her chaotic inner state - but it was probably a terrible thing for the owner of the land.
Kara quickly glanced at the woman who had helped her, and finally gathered enough strength to say, "Thank you."
She was equipped with a universal language translator that could roughly translate the languages of most navigable civilizations - although Kara was worried about the current level of civilization on this planet - judging from the fact that the lady in front of her was still using cold weapons and non-mechanized farming, the civilization here might still be at a lower level - the translator might not have the language she spoke.
But Kara still activated the translator and tried to express her gratitude in the closest language.
The translator said, "Thank you."
The translator continued, "I apologize for the damage and will do my best to compensate."
Fortunately, the owner of the land understood.
"Why are you apologizing?"
Aria's eyes widened. The solemn demeanor she'd been humming just now seemed fleeting to her. The farmer stood up, stretched out her arms, and jumped twice. Even with her jumping ability, she couldn't even reach the top of the cave. "Now I finally have a cave!"
It can be used to raise fruit bats or grow mushrooms. She is very satisfied with it!
The translator stuttered as it expressed the farmer's satisfaction with the cave that had been accidentally created. Kara could understand this part of what he said, but she was confused about the rest.
"Your clothes scared me just now," Aria patted her chest. As expected, one should not scare oneself. "I thought there was a new player who wanted to join me online." It was great that the prepared speech was not used at all.
"After all, my farm construction progress is really slow, and I might be laughed at by new players..." But it's no problem for NPCs! They have never seen what a complete farm looks like. It's all based on Aria's exaggeration.
After a hearty rant, the farmer, facing the living aliens that had escaped from the strange capsule for the first time, asked enthusiastically, "So, what are your plans next?"
"Do you still want to stay here for three days and then run away, leaving me with a beautiful back view in the town, or do you want to stay and build a beautiful new farm with me?" It would be a pity not to work since you are so strong!
Faced with her question, Kara was unable to answer for a moment.
Her homeland had long been destroyed, and from the moment she entered the spacecraft, she was destined to become an exile in the universe.
Krypton's genetic programming predisposes everyone to a fixed social role, and she inherited the scientist gene from her family. But now, this setting, once her pride, pales in comparison. Without the seamless social system that connected like building blocks, the once complete puzzle of life could no longer be pieced together.
So the blonde girl could only lower her head: "...I don't know."
Compared to her confusion, the owner of this farm obviously has a clear goal.
"Since you don't know, why not start with the simplest thing?" Aria picked a green flower from the shelf and handed it to her. The flower was so fragile that juice would be squeezed out with a slight touch, and it had the fragrance of a plant.
The farmer gave a sinister but bright smile: "Try farm life! It's guaranteed to be simple and healing!"
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*Some of the Kryptonian settings come from "The Beauty of Tomorrow". Although I don't like TK very much, this book is really good.
Kara was already a teenager when she left Krypton, and I think her trauma over Krypton's demise would be greater than Kal-Eldor's.
*Although the farmer didn’t hum this song, the little angels can listen to “Woven Song”, which is also a song that calms people down. I wish you a good dream today.
*The dog content on this farm is really excessive
Selena used cat paws overnight: SOS!
So the cat will change back in the next chapter
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