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Ivan sat near the park entrance, patiently awaiting Chris's arrival. Despite the proximity to Chris's residence, he resisted the temptation to use his mental strength for investigation. This waiting experience was rare, and he intended to savor it.
With half an hour remaining until the agreed time, Ivan expected a bit of a wait. However, the sound of rapid footsteps suddenly reached his ears, prompting him to turn his head. Chris was swiftly running toward him.
"Welcome, Chris. Let's head to the office first. I have a gift for you."
Ivan stepped forward, embracing Chris, and together, father and son walked into the amusement park toward the office.
Upon entering the office, Chris was greeted by a tall man and a peculiar entity. The head resembled that of a civet cat, more significant than the body, standing upright like a human, with short hands and legs. A big pocket adorned its stomach, and its plump, blue body exuded an endearing charm.
Pointing to the blue civet cat, Ivan said, "This is Doraemon, the intelligent robot I made—a gift for you. I hope you like it. Come, Doraemon, say hello."
"Hello, my little master! I am Doraemon, the robot cat. Nice to meet you. We will be friends in the future. I hope we can get along well. Please take care of me."
Doraemon approached Chris, spreading out two short legs and extending a small, round hand for a handshake. Chris, somewhat startled, instinctively extended his hand to shake hands with Doraemon. The realization quickly dawned on him—it was a robot. And it could speak. The level of intelligence was astonishing, and if it looked like an adult, distinguishing it from a human might be impossible.
Chris, not an ordinary child, was familiar with artificial intelligence. Yet, the shock he experienced was undeniable. Earthly artificial intelligence couldn't reach this level.
Circling Doraemon, Chris couldn't contain his amazement. "It's incredible. What material is your body made of? How is the nerve conduction system formed? The source code..."
A hint of pride adorned Ivan's face. "I crafted this with great consideration. It's more than just a robot. It boasts numerous functions beyond your imagination. Doraemon, your current performance is impressive. Chris and I will explore the amusement park now, and you can prepare our transportation."
"No problem!" Doraemon agreed, placing two small round hands into the pockets on its stomach. It retrieved a toy airplane about 20 cm long with a couple of tugs and put it on the floor.
Chris's face registered surprise. Was this their means of transportation—a toy plane?
Ivan smiled, satisfied, and praised, "Little Doraemon, you did well. Chris, let's go."
Before Chris could react, Ivan lifted him by the waist, jumped lightly, and descended onto the toy plane.
Just as Chris anticipated a crash, he realized the plane was expanding. To onlookers, it appeared as though they were shrinking.
Supported by a gentle force, Ivan and Chris landed on the plane's seats. Chris noticed the surroundings—the tables, chairs, and everything else—growing larger. It dawned on him what was happening.
"Activate stealth mode." Ivan pressed a button in the driver's seat, causing the glass cover to rise. The plane's exterior outside Chris's view gradually vanished, while the interior remained unchanged.
Simultaneously, Doraemon produced another toy airplane, hopped in, and activated invisibility. The two planes flew out of the window, leaving only a tall man in the office.
"The exterior of this plane is covered with the skin of a magical creature, giving it the ability to be invisible. We can see people outside, but they can't see us."
The plane's speed, reaching the center of the park, was impressive. Although Ivan now owned it, he retained the original operating model. The sight was filled with children playing various games.
Chris might have envied these children's enjoyment in the past, but now, he was preoccupied with questions.
"What's happening with this plane? Why are we shrinking? Is there a space manuplation, or..."
Chris's inquiries continued, driven by her curiosity. Seeing this, Ivan decided to explain.
"I cast a spell called the Traceless Expansion Spell within the plane, expanding its interior space. Of course, you don't know much about magic now—I'll teach you later. Think of it as a form of space distortion. The same principle applies to the dimensional pocket on Doraemon's stomach.
Moreover, despite the plane's diminutive appearance, it's powered by a miniature nuclear reactor for its propulsion system. The body is constructed from Vibranium, incredibly reinforced and likely the most robust metal on Earth."
Chris had yet to anticipate such advanced technology behind what appeared to be a mere toy plane. With the previous artificial intelligence revelation, Chris realized his newfound father wasn't just a simple figure. Lost in thought, he considered the intricacies of this unexpected relationship.
Ivan observed his son, sensing that Chris might need to be in the mood for further park exploration. Instead, he steered the plane back to the office.
As the plane entered the office and landed, Ivan pressed a button. In an instant, both were ejected, returning to their standard-size mid-air before landing on the ground.
"So, what do you think? Can you accept this gift? I put a lot of thought into it. Can I earn some father points?" Ivan looked at Chris with hopeful anticipation.
"Well, you... I..." Chris struggled to contain his emotions. It would be a lie to say he wasn't moved. Recognizing the value of the gift and acknowledging the person before him as his biological father, Chris couldn't find the words. Although Ivan had yet to fulfill his fatherly responsibilities in the past, Chris understood the effort put into this gesture. It was a touching moment, and Chris could not express it adequately.
Observing Chris's conflicted expression, Ivan decided not to push too hard. There would be plenty of time for their relationship to develop slowly. Feeling lost, he sighed and said, "Forget it, don't force yourself. If you don't want to call me Dad, you don't have to. Let's start as friends."
"Dad!" Unable to resist the disappointed look on Ivan's face, Chris couldn't hold back and immediately called him "Dad."
Ivan was initially stunned but quickly became overjoyed, hugging Chris tightly. Chris's willingness to call him "Dad" indicated a positive start to their relationship.
"Dad, since Doraemon has a dimensional pocket in its stomach, the space inside must be huge. Can we go inside and see what's in there? I'm interested in this space," Chris said, finding it much easier to say "Dad" without any awkwardness after the first time.
"Of course, just give him an order, and he'll meet your request. If you don't believe me, give it a try."
Chris turned to the robot cat and said, "Little Doraemon, open your dimensional bag. I want to go in and take a look."
Without hesitation, Doraemon opened the pocket on its stomach with both hands and crouched down.
Ivan lifted Chris once again and jumped forward. As before, their bodies shrank, and they descended into the robot cat's pocket.
Upon entering the pocket, Chris found the surroundings drastically transformed. They were now in a space resembling a large bowl, wide at the top and narrowing towards the bottom. In the center stood a massive disc, surrounded by ascending layers of stairs.
On these stairs, various bizarre items adorned the space, ranging from toys to cars, planes, and tanks. The metal textures conveyed an unmistakable authenticity.
Looking up, Chris saw a large crack above—the exit of Doraemon's dimensional bag. A question arose, and he inquired, "Dad, how are these things transported? The toy-like plane makes sense, but the tank is so heavy. How does it get to the exit, and can Doraemon manage it?"
"It's not as complicated as you think. Why don't you let Doraemon demonstrate? This space is under Doraemon's surveillance, so no matter what you say, he can hear it. Give it a try."
Chris agreed and immediately ordered the robot cat, "Doraemon, transport the tank."
After Chris's command, one of the four humanoid figures beside the house, tall and golden yellow with a material body resembling an upside-down egg, floated upward. These four robots lacked legs and looked somewhat peculiar.
Under Doraemon's control, the egg-shaped robots flew to the tank. Each stood at a corner, lifting the tank's bottom with both hands and placing it on the round platform in the space's center. The platform floated and ascended rapidly.
"These four egg-shaped robots are responsible for transportation. They are made of a magical metal, and I've incorporated a levitation array. Additionally, I installed an anti-gravity device. Through technology and magic, they can lift objects weighing less than 30 tons, placing them on the central platform and sending them to where the small door's hands can reach. As for whether Doraemon can handle it, you don't need to worry about that. Remember Doraemon due to its simple appearance. His two small hands can emit a unique gravitational field. One hand can lift more than ten tons, and the combined strength of both hands can lift to fifty tons."
Chris was astonished at Doraemon's strength. It was genuinely cutting-edge technology. With Doraemon's formidable capabilities, it could easily lift and throw a car. Unless someone possessed unique abilities, they would likely be crushed. Doraemon's unassuming appearance added to the surprise, which wouldn't raise suspicions. Who would have thought this seemingly silly robot cat harbored such incredible strength?