I Wake Up Every Morning with a Sore Lower Back

Oute's senses weren't as acute Terra ', but with careful observation, he could still see the cat's shoulders twitching.

He himself had some... tear stains on his chest.

Sure enough, you deliberately dismissed everyone else... It was already decided from that moment on.

He gently stroked Kal'tsit's hair down her back.

Explain?

How do you explain this?

Let's just brush it off.

Thinking this, and suppressing the urge to ruffle the cat's ears, he softly chanted. "... I am a star, a sharp sword, a silver star with a cold, gleaming edge, never to fade away..."

"Without looking back, one can never return to the memories of one's homeland..."

"... I am a star, and I am willing to dedicate myself to the uncertain future of the stars... to shine forever for my dreams..."

But suddenly, the cat covered Oute's lips with her index finger, silencing him.

Then, she raised her head, her eyes red, her voice hoarse. "No... you're not allowed to sing the next line."

Does the shift between "don't" and "forbidden" signify that she has completed a transformation in her role?

Before Oute could activate the silencing indicator, Kal'tsit disrupted Oute balance, causing him to collapse onto his sickbed.

"Let hope be my silent, eternal epitaph." This unspoken lyric from Oute was sealed off by a cold softness.

The hunt has begun.

In the natural wilderness, unarmed late Homo sapiens stumbled into a lynx's hunting grounds.

"What's wrong with that stinky otter?!" W asked anxiously.

An Engineering Department officer offered a futile explanation. "Doctor. Oute has been acting strangely just now."

"Isn't that the same as saying nothing at all!?"

Despite saying that, W still stayed obediently outside the hospital.

Inside the church, however, a strange flush appeared on Specter's face.

Skadi, confused, asked with concern, "Shark, are you alright?"

She shook her head, her eyes vacant, and whispered, "It's nothing."

Inside the hospital, Kal'tsit's attempts to gain control backfired—the lynx became Oute's prisoner.

Domestication is the process of transforming the natural reproduction of wild plants and animals into a process of "artificial control".

Regarding the domestication of animals, it is generally believed that the brain structure of the animal population will change to some extent before and after domestication. Due to the various resources that humans can provide, many neural structures that require a lot of mobilization in the wild are no longer important. On the other hand, the functions that humans have focused on cultivating will also have a reverse effect on the brain structure that controls those functions.

However, what's interesting is putting the relationship between humans and dogs into this model... Since dogs were domesticated, humans have gradually neglected their already not very sensitive sense of smell, letting it decline all the way down.

Therefore, some have pointed out that the relationship between humans and dogs is not only one of domestication, but also one of being domesticated.

This inevitably leads one to wonder: where is the cat?

Unfortunately, although many breeds of cats have been bred as pets, humans have not completed their domestication in a strict sense.

They are still wild.

However, this "wildness" at the population level cannot conceal a basic fact: at the individual level, cats and lynxes can be bred to be affectionate.

It's hard to say exactly what aroused Kal'tsit's... desire. Oute only foresaw this happening when she dismissed everyone, but... why?

Oute, disheveled and with his mind blank, was even starting to ponder Kal'tsit's motives. This was quite rare for someone like him—it was clear he truly had no more "reserve troops."

Are you worried about my life?

Or is it self-blame for not recognizing and stopping my "reckless behavior" in time?

Feeling scared afterward?

I'm afraid... Come to think of it, shouldn't she have taken her clothes off just now?

For well-known reasons, at this moment, Oute's thoughts were wandering aimlessly and lacked any clear purpose.

In reality, neither of them managed to remove the other's clothes. Therefore, during the violent... "foreign language learning" process, their clothes became unmanageable and twisted. On Oute's body, the somewhat torn trousers beneath his jacket further attested to the physical prowess of the Terra.

Is this your reason for using too many ellipses?

Even if you can't figure out why Kal'tsit did it right away, you should get up now—if you don't get the cat out of the hospital, you won't be able to do the experiments later.

No, you... you bastard, don't you have a heart?

Oute said softly, "It's time to go. We have a lot to do in real life."

"...Hmm." Kal'tsit responded.

All I can say is that this is a cat, and Oute is just a piece of trash.

December 27, 1096, 23:15:52, Rhodes Island main ship.

With the ship already in port and the business negotiations at Lungmen concluded, Oute has moved back to Rhodes Island from the office to rest. Meanwhile, Kal'tsit, still using her position for personal reasons, claims she needs to guard against Oute and Specter attacking each other, openly enjoying the company of both of them.

The process of leaving the Interstice, crossing the dream, and returning to reality did not extinguish the surging heat within the cat. Kal'tsit touched her cheek with the back of her hand and felt only a burst of heat.

She turned her head to the left and saw the white-haired youth grinning broadly even in his sleep.

Laugh... what are you laughing at!?

This made the cat even more embarrassed and annoyed.

She wanted to do something, but as she rolled her body under the covers, she touched the torso of the Specter on her left.

Kal'tsit immediately deflated.

Never mind.

She nestled against Oute's body like a real cat.

Then, she recalled one of Oute's actions "just now".

Even though no one could see her at that moment, she still looked around nervously. After confirming that no one was around, she buried her nose in Oute's neck.

The breathing light on the PRTS terminal by the bedside flickered once.

At first, Kal'tsit was only breathing in small breaths, but soon her chest and lungs were filled with the faint scent of soap on Oute.

Or, to put it more bluntly... hormones.

Without the scoundrels interfering, Kal'tsit was able to revisit Oute's singing.

That's a rather ancient piece of music, dating back to the early days of Earth's third millennium. It seems to be from a science fiction animation?

But Doc Otter didn't sing the song from the very beginning, which suggests that he was very impressed with the part that was sung.

The cat buried its head in Oute's neck, carefully calculating.

She circled around the surface of the riddle, sniffing at the faint scent of Oute's body after his bath.

Strangely, this actually calmed Kal'tsit's restlessness. Her trembling skin and howling spine gradually subsided. And so, the mechanical cat who dreamed of the cyborg, evenly inhaling and exhaling hormones from Oute, drifted back into... sleep.

... I am willing to join the stars, whose future is uncertain, to make my dreams shine forever... Let hope be my silent and eternal epitaph...

Given Kal'tsit's usual way of thinking, she should have easily come to the conclusion that Oute voluntarily became humanity's "last survivor" on Terra, living up to the future... and also living up to her love.

All of this should have been so obvious... but she subconsciously refused to accept it.

Chapter 114 I feel lower back pain every morning when I wake up

Who I am?

Where am I?

I just did... What am I supposed to do?

It took Oute a while to gradually regain consciousness after opening his eyes.

To his utter surprise, Kal'tsit was sitting right next to him.

In this way, when you turn your head, you won't see Specter sleeping, but rather Kal'tsit working on her tablet.

"What time is it?"

The cat replied casually, "6:14. What? Do you want to take a nap today?"

She meant... I haven't slept eight hours in a row, so if I get up now, I'd better take a nap today.

However, Kal'tsit knew better than Oute that Oute was the kind of person who couldn't get up once he fell asleep, and who didn't want to fall asleep again once he was up.

The deeper meaning behind this statement is that she suggested Oute take a nap.

Oute shook his head.

He has some other arrangements.

"I'd like to try Rhodes Island's breakfast."

Kal'tsit put down her tablet, glanced at Oute, and said, "As for the food, you can choose for yourself... Always choose the nearest cafeteria and the one you're most used to. No matter how many choices Rhodes Island has in front of you, your decision on the first day will be your lifelong menu."

Her understanding of Oute was extraordinary.

"I do sometimes want to try something new," Oute said casually. "These days, someone else has been bringing me food, but today I want to see it for myself."

"Heh." Kal'tsit offered no comment and handed the tablet to Oute.

Oute sighed and said, "You can't expect me to be exploited before I even get out of bed, can you?"

Kal'tsit raised an eyebrow and said calmly, "Pick one you like."

The Oute wakes up with a flashing breathing light.

It's women's underwear.

It's broken; it's another form of exploitation.