No happiness. If only the Adjutant had reported that it was Kang the Conqueror.
The Celestials did not understand the human heart. Su Ming never particularly liked the gifts they sent, and rarely had any use for them.
Their planetary terraforming technology might have been decent. These days, it was being sold as alien terraforming gift packs, providing convenience to those embarking on Cosmic Voyages.
But that was all.
Most of the technology acquired from Celestial Variants had gradually been replaced by better technology later on, such as the Dark Tower Universe's "Mechanical Apotheosis" technology.
So, did the Celestials count as gods?
Su Ming did not think so. They had only physical forms, not even conceptual avatars. They relied entirely on the technology and authority First Firmament had left them, carrying out their so-called duty of maintaining cosmic order.
Yet they did not even have fixed standards for what kind of Civilization deserved to survive and what kind had to be eliminated. These robots had something wrong with their heads.
No, that was wrong. They did not even possess organs like brains. They only understood the permutations of 0 and 1.
A true god should at least be like Dream of a Thousand Cats, capable of reshaping the multiverse with a single thought. That would be more like it.
"Then I'll contact Celestial Destroyer right away. He's tracking that mothership. Do we need to call God Eater back too?" The Adjutant got to work. Apparently, she had learned quite a lot lately and already knew how to call in reinforcements for the Sheriff.
"Wasn't God Eater assigned to the Vishanti?" Su Ming did not object. More meat shields were never a bad thing. He just did not know whether God Eater ate metal.
"Origin Falcon has already been taken out.