Chapter 194 - Sol Three Hundred and Twenty-Three, God of All Things—Windseeker (1/2)

Chapter 194: Sol Three Hundred and Twenty-Three, God of All Things—Windseeker

Tang Yue took two seconds to recall what mad cow disease was. It wasn’t a disease that humans could be infected with. And cows that got hit with it had their brain and spinal cord destroyed. This eventually led to mental problems and death. Tang Yue ruminated over this for a moment and realized that the cat was just secretly cursing it for being a stupid cow without brains.

“I suspect that you are cursing me, but I don’t have the evidence to do so.”

“I’m not cursing you,” Tomcat said. “Think about it carefully. Doesn’t becoming a traveler that chases sandstorms over the vast desert on this planet sound romantic? I will record this down, and in billions of years, you will become a god that is worshiped by intelligent Martian life. You will be like what Tolkien once said: ‘History became legend. Legend became myth.’”

“Another Great Salvation Bodhisattva of Mars?” Tang Yue stood under the lead-gray sky. “Garfield Shaman Ritual.”

“No.” Tomcat said a series of hard-to-understand words as though it was a curse. “It’s KeLuoCiFeiErTe-JieKaBu Dizisi PeiShenTe.”

Tang Yue was taken aback. What was that?

“Which language are you speaking?”

“It’s the ritualistic language used by the Waolani tribe in South America’s Ecuador. They once lived in the dense tropical forest and lived by hunting. The tribe believes that there’s a spirit in all things. They call their god KeLuoCiFeiErTe,” Tomcat said. “KeLuoCiFeiErTe-JieKaBu Dizisi PeiShenTe’s meaning is the God of All Things—Windseeker.”

Tang Yue was stunned by what he heard and was rather amazed. “How do you know such things?”

Tomcat actually knew a long-disused language in a minority tribe in a South American country?

Was this part of the knowledge needed for comedic crosstalk?

For example, reciting the dish names from a certain South American jungle’s primitive tribe? Tang Yue imagined Tomcat wearing a robe with two old Beijing cloth shoes. It had colorful peacock feathers protruding from its war-painted head. It would then clear its throat and greet the audience with its paws cupped before reciting the long list of dishes: Steamed jaguar, steamed sun bear, steamed anteater, fermented viper, roast anaconda, roast peccary, fried dwarf musk deer, fried bat, fried Spanish people…

“I’m not that well-learned on cavemen. It’s something I learned when editing anthropology. You have to know, there’s nothing new under the sun. Such polytheism and animism are basically the same. Be it in Ecuador or Namibia,” Tomcat said with confidence.

Tang Yue slowly nodded.

He felt that discussing anthropology on Mars was studying a race that had nothing to do with him. This wasn’t the first time he had such a feeling of distance. Being on an alien planet for extended periods of time had slowly changed his psychology.

Back when Earth and the expedition team were around, Kunlun Station was a miniaturized version of human society. Even though the mission was long, the members were able to ensure a healthy psychological state. But after Earth vanished, Tang Yue was the only person left on Mars. Despite humans being social animals, he had lost the societal environment he relied upon for survival.

Tang Yue was very worried about such changes.

If he were to really live on Mars alone for ten years, it would be hard to tell how he would end up after ten years.

“…Tang… Tang Yue? Mr. Cat? This is United Space Station… Kunlun Station, do you copy me?”

“Copy. Lass, you have left the no-signal zone?” Tang Yue subconsciously looked up. Being able to receive Mai Dong’s signal meant that the United Space Station had already flown above the horizon.

If his vision was good enough, he should have been able to see the United Space Station hurtling past his head.

When they heard each other’s voice, the two heaved a sigh of relief.

“I’ve left the no-signal zone. I’m eating my meal for today.”

In the Crystal, what Mai Dong could do was limited. Apart from eating there was only sleeping. She actually wished to do something, but the Crystal was at present a flying tin can that couldn’t change its course. It had lost nearly all its functions, and Mai Dong was just a girl floating within the tin can, holding two pieces of compressed biscuit.