Insectoids: The Job of the Males

Of course, Bai Jun is a reliable teacher most of the time. He rarely indulges in down time.

Cheng Zhaoci is learning quickly, too. Quicker than he thought he would, at least. Being able to remember everything you’ve ever seen, in detail, proves to be quite the advantage indeed.

He can’t help but remember ridiculous early CN novel plots where the female lead attracted the male lead’s attention by reciting pi. Well, now he can do that too. Only, instead of a handsome male lead, he’s got the attention of a whole load of teachers instead.
What an amazing student who’s able to absorb everything they can teach him! Clearly, they should push his limits some more with more lessons.

Cheng Zhaoci “…”
Fucking hell. Thanks, guys.

Geniuses really go against all common sense – is a comment Cheng Zhaoci once heard when someone was boasting. He wasn’t expecting the joke to actually apply to him.

It also completely cleared up the question of how the first recorded grade S male made mechanical weaponry when everyone else was still throwing spears around.

It’s tough not to be able to refine and optimise when your brain is basically the equivalent of a holodeck processor.

And that ability to never forget what was once seen? You can pull off a party trick with that, finish reading a new book by flipping through it at once. It’s in the realm of magical fantasy already, if it was in his past life.

The keyword here is efficiency. He remembers an entire page of text when his eyes saw but a glimpse of it, means he’s already become an expert in subjects from a total beginner in less than a year. The proof in the pudding? Bai Jun is already telling Cheng Zhaoci to pick the subject area he’s most interested in to lead research projects.

Not that there are many fields where significant advances can still be foreseen. Another grade S male has already done medical technology. He didn’t finish it, but he pushed everyone close enough to the finish line that the rest of the medical researchers finished the whole field – as long as your brain cells are intact with the DNA inside, and living, you could even reconstruct your entire body, to date. The cost is positively astronomical, though.

The main focus of typical grade S males has been in the military and weaponry. Add in the support of generations of scientists in the Research Institutes, and the results are insane. As seen with most other nations of the galaxy preferring total avoidance instead of any diplomacy at all. Oh, right, the insectoids also invented instantaneous and reliable mass-warp technology.

Bai Jun’s currently project is apparently a portable version that can be installed on individual spaceships… So they can just warp right over to the Capital of any species daring to intrude upon the insectoids.

Cheng Zhaoci would rather join up and slack off, but that’d be detrimental to the President’s vision of the built-up snazzy image he should have as a rare grade S male.

Actually, the insectoids have an insane product from their advancement in biotechnology and military technology – the Seed System. The contingency plan that has the entire technological advancement of the insectoids saved up, as well as biological data and everything else needed by an entirely new insectoid race, triggered when there is not a single insectoid around left to receive and send signals back to it.

The ‘system’ itself is one massive mothership that has the very best automated defence and offence capabilities the insectoids could muster, inside of which currently dormant ‘wombs’ for nurturing newborns are protected to an absurd degree.

Normally, there is no sperm donation allowed in the insectoid society, because it is deeply uncomfortable to the males involved, and also, it is seen as a violation of the sanctity of that male’s family – referring to their harem members, of course.
However, males still contribute sperm to the Seed System, because no one has the time to worry about ‘sanctity of marriage’ when the entire species is presumably nerve-stapled or even died out.

The onboard AI management of the Seed System will activate if its signals go unanswered and it receives no more communication at all from all known insectoid planets and outposts. The wombs will activate to nurture newborn insectoids within, while immediately heading off to the most distant known habitable planet, to restart the insectoids race there.

Oddly enough, Cheng Zhaoci can’t help but feel like this could be the premise for a movie in his past life – an alien ship carrying the last kindle of their species invades Earth, and people have to fight back to get their home back.

Though imagining the advanced weaponry and defences on board the ship, and how strong even infantile shemales, if the Seed System was to invade Earth, he honestly wouldn’t give much odds to humanity.

The insectoids are already the crème de la crème of every species in the galaxy.

So basically all practical fields to insectoid technological advancements are explored. Cheng Zhaoci really hasn’t much he could do here.

He decides to look elsewhere for inspiration – like cultural advancements and entertainment. Full-dive, immersive games? Well, the insectoids haven’t developed games from those technologies, but it also would not be difficult at all to make. At least, not as impressive as inventing warp.

Huh, actually, he thinks the insectoids don’t even have anything like Tetris. So if he did make a Tetris, would it be proof enough that he’s a smart and intimidating grade S male that all should learn to fear and respect? … Nah.

Cheng Zhaoci is in despair. Can’t he just set up a livestream where he recites a book as he flips it through, backwards? At least that’d be easier on the ol’ brain of his.

“… What else is there the insectoids need besides resolving the social issues?” Cheng Zhaoci complains to Wei Zhuo on the bed.

It’s been a year and a half or so since he has been to the frontline. He’s 19; still, to this day, he can only see Wei Zhuo through the holograms. It’s good, but nowhere as good as the real deal.

Zhou Xiaobao had his test just last week. Turns out, he just passed the threshold for a grade A male. He’s now Cheng Zhaoci’s junior at school.

And last week was also when he should have started leading his project research, but because he is woefully unprepared for such a project, mostly by still having no topic to research, he’s at an utter loss here.

“What about that advanced AI? That had initiative and agency, in the early chapters of your comic about going back in time,” Wei Zhuo suggests after thinking hard about it, “that would be something impressive to show.”

“But it’s because it’s dangerous that no one else has decided to advance that field…” And emotions and the insectoid condition are actually topics some of the grade S males have tried figuring out, to no avail, “worst, if I succeeded, I’d live a far shorter life than it would. How cruel it must be for me to pass away while its infinitely long and lonely life yet stretched ahead of him?”

“… Uhh, then an even better shield?”

Cheng Zhaoci thinks about it, and suddenly, he’s got an idea. The First Research Institute has focused on protection above all else. There should be room to reduce the bulky machinery. Actually, maybe he could adapt his mecha’s protection, minimise it to insectoid size, but keep it as good at protecting, and also small? Complete protection against assassination or even kidnappings. Oh, and he might be able to work an air conditioner in. A comfortable, portable, all-purpose shell?

It’d also make it much harder for males to be kidnapped, or even for shemales and demis to die from abuse! Maybe he could make it so that it could even defend against exploding spaceships. Provide protection against radiation and temperature for some hours in the vacuum of space until help could come.

Eh, the difficulty is probably high enough. It’s going to contribute to society, and it’ll be impressive.

More protection…

Bai Jiawen sees Cheng Zhaoci has finally handed in his research plan, and knits his brows reading it. Is it really a curse that males would always become tough little buggers, destined to work on new and improved little shells that could protect themselves more efficiently than ever?