Weren't those all humans? How had they become aliens?
Ron was a little confused. ♬💢 💘♧
In the current Imperium, people identified whether a creature was human by the characteristics of its skull.
A human skull symbolized the purity of the human soul. It meant that the person had never been corrupted or fallen until death and was still a purebred human.
Xenos and Daemons could take countless forms, but the one thing they could never possess was a human skull.
Therefore, the Imperium's various institutions and personnel often liked to use skull-bearing insignia to express that purity.
People could see skull symbols anywhere in the Imperium.
Ron included; he was currently wearing a Golden Skull Ring on his hand.
"Mr. Robot, those were humans, weren't they? How could they possibly be Xenos...
Ah, right, according to you, aliens. They couldn't be aliens, could they?"
Ron pointed at the pile of bones and raised his question.
Those skulls were white, smooth, and polished to a shine. One look was enough to tell how pure they were.
"This gentleman..."
The tin-plated robot paused, seemingly wondering how it should address Ron.
"My name is Ron Grant..."
"Hello, Mr. Ron. I am Moss, a farm robot, model B12."
"All right, Mr. Moss. Nice to meet you!"
Ron enthusiastically held out his hand to shake Moss's. The eye pattern on the LCD screen where Moss's eyes were narrowed into smiling crescents, as though he was quite happy.
"All right, Mr. Ron, let us return to the question from earlier.
"The creatures those bones belonged to were undoubtedly aliens.
"According to genetic testing, those creatures shared less than one percent—perhaps even less—of their genes with humans.
"In terms of similarity, the possibility of them being human has been completely ruled out!"
Hearing Moss's explanation, Ron