"Where are we flying to, meow? We can already see the edge of the Single Universe."
Dream of a Thousand Cats, draped over him like a soft shoulder strap, propped up its chin with a paw and asked the man boredly. If their destination was really that far away, wouldn't teleporting be better? Why fly there?
"Don't be impatient, Baymax. Where we fly isn't important. What matters is that The One Above All needs to come find us, not the other way around."
Casually giving Dream of a Thousand Cats another name, Su Ming gave this vague answer while eating a Chocolate Frog. He was in a thoroughly relaxed pose, lying on his side like a reclining Buddha as he cruised at faster-than-light speed.
At this speed, there was no scenery to see. There were only red and green patches of light like those seen during a jump, so he could only pass the time by chatting with Kitty.
Dream of a Thousand Cats had no name. Or rather, the names of any stray cats could be placed upon it, since it was the dream of a thousand cats.
Even when people fed stray cats and grew familiar with them, they would only casually give them names. They might not even be able to tell similar-looking strays apart, so calling one by the wrong name was perfectly normal.
Therefore, whether it was called Little Gray, Little Flower, Ali, Radiator, or Lion Cat, it was all the same. As long as Dream of a Thousand Cats knew it was being called, that was enough.
As they spoke, the two had already reached the edge of the universe. The 40K Universe was like this: near its borders stood many artificial structures resembling satellites, only much larger. If humans were to use them,