Insectoids: The Job of the Males

“What, what did you just say?! What who’s preg-what?!” Cheng Zhaoci’s voice is cracking, “preg-pregnant?”

Lu Nianqian? Pregnant? Hells! He can’t even imagine the scene! That always gloomy-looking and imposing half-brother of his? Who picks up Zhou Luoluo like chicks being picked up when he has to go? He’s pregnant?

“Uh, yeah, he is. You know, I was in that mission earlier, and I was really in shock. I stuck to him even more than usual. A few days ago, he didn’t feel very well, and went to the hospital. He was pregnant,” Zhou Luoluo looks really shy, “I’m also worried what might happen to a shemale or demi kid I have if they end up with a bad male, so I’ve kept my eye on the… what are you looking at?”

“I want to tell you to fuck off, in a more roundabout way,” Cheng Zhaoci answers honestly.

“Huh? But you already said it.”

“Oh. So can you fuck off now?” The happy Cheng Zhaoci is no longer happy now. He and his love has only slept together once. Now, Zhou Luoluo, one year his junior, already has a son?! “Leave me. We do not suit each other’s presence. I do not want to see you for a while.”

Cheng Jin, now standing just outside the door, wonders if that means they’ll be breaking up now.

Zhou Luoluo isn’t going to leave, of course, given his usual shameless self is already being despised all that much without affecting him now. He knows Cheng Zhaoci is also joking with him.

“So, seriously now, do you think this bill will pass?”

“I don’t know, but I hope it will,” Cheng Zhaoci closes his eyes, “if you’re nervous, just let it go and party up and have some fun. Forget about all this, and set a reminder on the calendar for the day the vote ends. You can follow the results for the last decisive hours.”

“Good idea!” Zhou Luoluo nods, “so when does it cut off again?”

“The twenty-sixth.”

The twenty-sixth of that month.

The Federation forces clash with the pirates once more.

The spaceships have the pirates’ ships surrounded from afar. All officers on hand are ready and alert. Jin Yue has lots of tricks up his sleeves, and no one knows what he might suddenly pull this time around.

Yet, they do not know that this time, Jin Yue isn’t going to simply tussle with them anymore. Yes, he can probably live to fight another time or two if he kept the skirmishes quick and ran, but he realised, even an insane insectoid has his limits.

He only had 500 of his insectoids left, being battered all over by the army proper. No one could look at this and see the former arrogant glory of Jin Yue’s forces at all.

“We’re about to die, lads,” Jin Yue says with exceptional calmness and clarity, like a news broadcaster stating a fact.

He rises, to get to his mecha.

When passing by a door that reflected his form back, he suddenly saw that he was doing quite badly in his appearance. He runs his fingers through the hair to the back a little, and straightens up the garments he’s wearing – a mishmash of a military uniform he designed himself.

Then he makes a mock salute that he once did in the military academy, and calls the reflection ‘what a dumbass’ with a smile. Then, finally, he turns around, and tells his subordinate, “if you won’t leave, then let’s go out together.”

“Yes sir!”

Meanwhile, on the army’s mothership, a soldier patches in, “Marshal. Commodore. Jin Yue and his insectoids are leaving their ships in their mechas.

“To run away?” The Marshal furrows his brows. Jin Yue is a skilled mecha pilot. They’re unlikely to land a hit with any weaponry on their spaceships.

“Wei Zhuo, lead your fellow soldiers and stop him,” the Marshal adds, “dead or alive.”

“Sir,” Wei Zhuo salutes.

When the Federation is also dispatching their mechas, Jin Yue is flipping through his holodeck, only to remember he’s already deleted that one photo he still had of himself back in the academy.

Without the photograph to distract him, Jin Yue looks back at the mechas, led by Wei Zhuo.

Then he turns his mecha’s recording on for the first time in a very long time, and sets it to upload online as soon as he dies.

He will not allow anyone to speak ill of him, that he was snuffed out like a bug and was probably regretting what he did in the very last second.

Wei Zhuo is approaching him. Jin Yue speaks up for the recording, “I would have been just like him.”

Wei Zhuo is attacking. Jin Yue dodges and counterattacks, but the difference in the mecha piloting skills is still too great. He’s barely hanging on only thanks to his exceptional reflexes.

“I was the top of my year, and already put on reserves. I would’ve been another boring dumbass who follows the law blindly, protected all the insectoids, including all those useless fucking males,” Jin Yue laughs while speaking. He’s really being pushed hard here, “I’m thankful I had a great father and even greater male brother.”

“They taught me that it was all meaningless. ‘Jin Yue’ meant nothing to anyone; it was nowhere as important as he thinks he is, because any weak male bastard could just have him killed,” Jin Yue is now laughing uproariously, “I’ll never submit myself to male rule.”

His hand is already shaking on the control stick. Grade As and grade S’s really had a massive difference.

Jin Yue immediately activates the mecha’s self-destruct sequence without a moment of hesitation, then pulls an impressive evasive manoeuvre with the last of his strength, to rush for the mothership of the Federation fleet.

During all this, he is only smiling more and more maniacally. The cockpit is flushed in red warning lights, and a voice is announcing the countdown loudly.

[10, 9, 8…]

The red light only makes his smile ever more menacing.

‘Ding.’

There was an unexpected notification sound. An account he’s following online has made a status update.

[… 5, 4…]

Jin Yue watches the semi-transparent screen pop up by itself. It’s BombInMyPants.

[BombInMyPants: it passed?! the bill actually passed?! can someone come pinch me awake if I’m dreaming?]

Bill? If it’s a bill even the little ugly thing was concerned about, it could only have been the divorce bill… It passed?

Jin Yue watches the status update blankly. He thinks he’s daydreaming, when he really shouldn’t be.

“Hehe, hahaha,” Jin Yue erupts into laughter once more. It’s still quite arrogant and boisterous, but oddly enough, ever-so-slightly less menacing and a bit more relieved. Maybe, just a bit.

He doesn’t know why he’s reacting like this. Actually, he never really quite knows why he is acting the way he is. He’s insane, and you can’t ask an insane insectoid why he is insane.

A boom follows. A flash of fire that dies out near instantaneously in the vacuum of space. It swallowed up those fiery, golden vertical pupils, and the long, golden wig in no time.

He didn’t make it to the mothership of the enemy side.

And just before the explosion happened, he stopped the video recording in the last second. There will be no upload. Why not? Isn’t it a good thing to get those shemales and males arguing some more?

Why not? Jin Yue doesn’t know why he did that. Nor does he have time to think about why he did that anymore.

That’s it. He didn’t need to reason it out anyway.

He was always simply insane, from the beginning to the end.