Ω1, who had just stood up, sat down again.
[Relax, even though I'm a ghost, I'm a good ghost.] This sentence appeared on the paper again.
Facing the typewriter floating in front of him, Ω1 only turn his gaze for help towards Einstein, a scientist he considered a mad scientist. However, the other woman was eating a sandwich and flipping through a book, and didn't seem to be paying any attention to his.
"Hey, hey, hey! This is a ghost! Could you please not be so calm? A good ghost, I can only believe that the other party is a good ghost."
[By the way, don't stay in the living room after eleven at night. It's said that the laboratory's living room is haunted, and you'll be killed if you're not careful.]
"You're obviously a ghost! What time is it right now?"
Ω1 suddenly remembered that it was ten fifty-seven when he was dropped off outside… The corners of Ω1's mouth twitched slightly. Could it be that I'm this unlucky?
[It's regrettable, it's 11:05 now.]
"Ahem... the ghost you're talking about, could it be you?" Ω1 involuntarily used the honorific title.
[Hehehe, guess?]
"I don't want to guess! If I had known this laboratory was haunted, I would have preferred to be shot with a tranquilizer gun rather than escape."
"Alright, let's end the welcoming ceremony here," Einstein licked her fingers, which had accidentally gotten salad dressing on them, "Well, your room will be 105 in the future, Tian Shi, you can move upstairs." Upstairs is the residence of Einstein and Tesla, although there are still vacancies, it's impossible for Ω1 to live there.
[What a pity, the ghost-hunting session is about to begin.]
"It's no pity at all! It's really good that we haven't reached the ghost-hunting stage!" Seeing the disappointment expressed on the paper, Ω1 felt fortunate.
Then, the mechanical arm of the typewriter moved again.
[My name is Tian Shi, this laboratory's assistant is also your superior. You can talk to me if you have anything to say.]
Huh? This time, what appeared on the paper was unexpectedly normal. Ω1 couldn't figure out who this "ghost" was that had scared his for a while.
"I'm going to clean the room," Tian Shi said to Einstein. Speaking of which, there's a lot of mess in his room, like Nancy Edison's white shirt, Planck's white stockings, Schrödinger's cat hat, and things like that. Those women left a lot of things in his room for the reason of "too much luggage to fit," and the clothes were only a part of it.
"He went to clean the room," Einstein looked at the door that opened without any wind and said to Ω1, who was still sitting on the floor.
"Is that so?" Ω1 stood up a little embarrassed, "This welcoming ceremony is really, a surprise." Although it was a complete shock to Ω1 herself.
"You seem to have perked up."
"How can I not be alert when facing a ghost?" Ω1 curled his lips. Although he had been studied for the past three years, his desire to survive was still strong.
"However, that senior Tian Shi, is he really an assistant in the laboratory?"
"That's right, he's an assistant in Laboratory 42."
"Huh? Does that mean he's not a ghost? What kind of high-tech invisibility suit is he wearing?"
"Trust science." Ω1 breathed a sigh of relief at Einstein's words.
"I was wondering how in this world…"
"He is indeed a ghost."
"..."
What kind of science do you believe in? The emotional ups and downs in less than ten minutes of arriving at this laboratory are greater than what Ω1 experienced in a year.
Forcibly resisting the urge to complain, Ω1 asked: "Then... Doctor, why do you say I have to believe in science?"
"What Dr. Einstein means is that you have to believe in science. With current scientific and technological means, it's almost impossible to manufacture an invisibility cloak," Einstein explained indifferently.
Give me back the peace I just had!
"However, thanks to him, you can live here in peace," Einstein yawned and seemed a little sleepy, "Since he showed you his identity, it means you are now a member of Laboratory 42."
"Is that so?" So, it seems I should thank that guy?
"Does that mean I don't have to worry about being dissected?"
"What we say about dissection doesn't count," Einstein shook her head, "What I mean by peace of mind is that you don't have to worry about being the target, and you can treat this place as your home. Of course, if you tell others, it will be another story."
"What will happen if I tell others?"
"Maybe Dr. Einstein and Dr. Tesla will study biology?"
Isn't that a euphemism for slices? The scientist in front of her is definitely serious: Ω1 recognizes this.
"By the way, what's your name?"
"Ω1, it's in my file."
"This can't be considered a human name," Einstein scratched her head.
"Then I don't have a name."
"How about simply calling him Welt?" Tian Shi, who was moving things, took the initiative to speak when he heard this topic.
"Welt?" Einstein scratched her head, "What a random name." Einstein immediately understood what Tian Shi meant. Ω, the lowercase is ω, the shape is close to w, and then he found a random word that starts with w. Well, for example, the German word for world is spelled Welt.
—This is how Einstein named Welt in the original plot. This girl doesn't remember at all the name she wanted to give Tian Shi a year ago.
"I think Wacker is also a good name." Wacker, Weg, means "way" or "get out" in German. It's a pity that the first word that came to Einstein's mind in the plot was "Welt."
"What do you think?" Einstein looked at Ω1.
"Well, I think Welt is better." Ω1 was born in Berlin, Germany, and naturally understands German. The words "world" and "way" are together. Although he doesn't discriminate, the meaning of the word "world" is better in comparison, right? Could it be that the latter wants to drive me away?
Welt looked gratefully at the air that was holding a large pile of things. Although he couldn't hear what the other party said, the name Welt should have been chosen by the other party. To be able to think of such a reliable name. As expected of his superior, he is truly reliable.
But... why are there stockings in that pile? Welt looked away as if he didn't notice anything.
"Well then, your name will be Welt in the future." Einstein remained expressionless, although Weg was the first word that came to his mind, he didn't really want to drive him away... probably.
"Welcome to Laboratory 42."