Chapter 228 - Sol Three Hundred and Thirty-Four, Waiting For Gold Hoe (2/2)

“There’s nothing stopping us from being bold in our imaginations. Perhaps they are completely in a dimension above us? If they have the ability to enter a higher dimension, then time is just a piece of paper they can easily manipulate.” Tomcat pointed at the letter in Tang Yue’s hand. “Towards such a civilization, we are like fixed frames on a table. They can casually take out one frame and change the instantaneous reality of a particular moment.”

“They can rewrite history?” Tang Yue couldn’t help but shiver.

“Perhaps they don’t even have the concept of history.”

“Unimaginable.”

“Don’t even bother trying.” Tomcat put away the sextant. “I don’t suggest you try inferring that to the owner behind the letter. The human brain is unable to formulate something that exceeds your knowledge.”

Tang Yue was taken aback.

“No matter how strange and odd an entity your imagination can produce, it’s still a result of the known elements in your brain. Think about all the monster and supernatural movies you’ve watched; they are all modified and merged from Earthlings,” Tomcat said. “Ancients say that the way a dragon is drawn is to have a camel’s head, deer horns, snake’s neck, tortoise eyes, fish scales, tiger paws, eagle talons, and ox ears. It’s the same rationale.

“To date, extraterrestrial intelligence that humans can imagine and draw can’t escape this framework. Regardless of you imagining that aliens have four heads and eight arms, whether a solar year is 480 days, whether they will circle around a mushroom god at the end of the year celebrating the rise of the third moon, they are just a projection and modification of human society,” Tomcat said.

Tang Yue widened his eyes as he slowly nodded. He wasn’t sure what he could say.

It wasn’t common for him to let his imagination go wild usually. In his mind, extraterrestrials were probably like James Cameron’s Avatar. They were tall with blue skin as they rode on chariots, using spears and arrows to fight battleships.

As such, Tang Yue’s imagination of the lawsuit was of the defendant sitting there alone—a beautiful blue-skinned person with patterns drawn across its body in preparation for war. On its back were a bow and arrows.

“That’s why I think that all works that try to caricature another lifeform are pointless,” Tomcat said. “With the creator being human, it can never escape the human imagination. You can only use what’s at your fingertips and try your best to make it look odd. But no matter what you do, it’s actually just another version of yourself.”

But Tomcat shattered Tang Yue’s imaginations.

It told Tang Yue that such poor imagination was too lacking.

“This means… I’ll be fighting a lawsuit against a completely unknown existence?”

“Yes.”

“I’m already going to engage in a battle with so little preparation, and now you’re telling me that the enemy is a completely unimaginable existence? What about know the enemy and know yourself?” Tang Yue widened his eyes. “What’s the point in fighting then? Even if I drew Mickey Mouse and get assistance, there’s no way I can beat them. We’re doomed.”

“Doom isn’t necessary.”

Tomcat gently twirled its whisker.

It only had one whisker to twirl.

“Sir Cat, do you still have any other wise strategies?” Tang Yue asked. “You have to teach me how to defeat the enemy.”

“Lean your ear over.” Tomcat beckoned with its paw.

Tang Yue leaned in.

“If Mickey fails, draw Mario on the table,” Tomcat said. “Then, declare to all the living beings present that this cartoon image’s intellectual property belongs to you.”