Chapter 389: The Genesis Swarm
‘Is this really necessary?’ Bular couldn’t help but complain internally. He wasn’t sure if the opposing party genuinely lived in such an environment or if they had deliberately arranged the venue this way to express some kind of primitive reverence.
Bular guessed it was the latter. One of the hallmarks of technological progress is to enhance convenience in life. If a civilization had advanced to the point of conquering star systems, yet still resided in primitive caves, Bular knew he couldn’t tolerate it.
If this were the Troi civilization, it would undoubtedly be a grand and imposing metallic hall, complete with amplifiers, translators, large video screens, hostesses for protocol, and refreshments—everything in order. While other civilizations might differ in details, none would go so far as to be this rudimentary.
Bular could only comfort himself by thinking this was part of their tradition—a very high-standard reception. As he shifted his gaze back to the Swarm members in attendance, that strange feeling he had earlier once again washed over him.
Bular’s brows furrowed. His chiseled and angular face took on a contemplative expression. Suddenly, he finally realized what was amiss.
The proportions of the opposing party were too perfect!
Yes, that was it. This was what made Bular feel uneasy. Normally, even if a protective suit sacrificed some functionality for the sake of being lightweight and form-fitting, there would still be visible signs at the joints.
For instance, if he were to remove his helmet now, his head would appear slightly smaller against the backdrop of the protective suit, and the collar of the suit would be clearly noticeable.
Yet, as Bular observed the male Swarm member seated before him from every angle, he saw no such indications. The armor seemed to be seamlessly integrated with its body, flawless in every way. Even after scrutinizing the neck area for a long time, he couldn’t detect any anomalies.