Chapter 27 If You Don’t Save Me, Who Should I Live For? /The president holds up half the sky
The public opinion storm over "The Ship of Theseus" had actually begun a long time ago.
After all, this book's description of the world of technology is so detailed that it can be implemented immediately. The descriptions of human life, the existence of artificial humans, the high-tech society, the fast-transmission network, etc. are just like painting the future life and sticking it on the wall for people to see.
So in the beginning, the first people to be attracted were science fiction readers.
Then?
Then they were created.
The second group of people attracted were readers of literary novels. The atmosphere was quite relaxed at first, but gradually, no one talked anymore.
One article controlled the entire readership for several months. Every time a new article was released, the forum would fall into an eerie silence. It was not until the last article was published that the book was officially declared complete.
Readers exploded.
【Long Live Banana and Eggplant Sushi:
Subject: Not an artificial person, but a human being.
...My respected Mr. Interlude, first there was "Mutism", then "Looking Forward", and finally "The Ship of Theseus", what other terrible and terrifying story can you write?
When I read the middle of The Ship of Theseus, I was thinking, when the article is finished being serialized, many people in the literary world will be so shocked that they will fall off their chairs, right?
So, without further ado, let’s talk about me and this book.
I bought the magazine early in the morning and when I left, I saw many people queuing up. At some point, it became clear to me that Mr. Intermission was changing the world.
You can cry, you can scream, you can run away, you can be yourself. Such a simple truth, which we once forgot, is finally gradually understood by us.
What a great author.
Although I was one of the first people to get the final section, I actually reread the earlier parts and finished reading it in the afternoon.
After watching it, I went to the bathroom and vomited and cried. My sister handed me some paper and asked me fearfully:
"Sister, what happened? Can you tell me?"
But I couldn't say anything. It was so painful, really so painful.
I have seen many seniors write about 101’s pursuit and thinking about self. But what I thought was a little different. What I saw was definitely not a robot. It was clearly a human being who was not treated as a human being.
If we consider him as a human being, then what happened in his life?
Longing for a family, but being abandoned by it; having a boss, but being treated as a tool.
She got her lover, but he turned out to be a sadistic psychopath who forced her to fall in love with him, yet she witnessed her lover being killed by her.
He was sent to see a doctor for killing his lover. The doctor, however, was a criminal who denied his entire self, regarded him as a weapon of crime, and forcibly transformed him beyond recognition.
You don't want to be reformed anymore, but you are imprisoned by a group of people under the pretext of doing good for you. You can't even commit suicide, so you can only force yourself to destroy.
It’s so painful. It’s really so painful.
Nothing that belongs to him exists anymore. Memories of happiness and pain can be deleted, modified or replaced. Consciousness and form can be modified and distorted. Only his painful and confused mood will exist forever until the moment he collapses and dies.
In the final analysis, this is a being with a human soul, longing to be retained, longing for affection, longing for belonging, but not being taken seriously. It is a soul's painful self-rescue life.
If it were just a story, most people would probably not be able to understand it. But the most distinctive feature of Mr. Mujian's works is his writing about people. He does not write about people directly, nor does he write about a certain individual, but rather a reflection of a group.
So, if you can’t understand, then please put yourself in their shoes. Please put this kind of life into your own life, and you will feel as painful as I do.
The life of an artificial person? False delusion? No, this is our life, this is our life that we are not aware of.
Not recognized, not allowed to exist, living in struggle and pain, until the last part of the body is replaced, and then replaced again. When we are in our thirties, forties, fifties and sixties and look back at our teenage selves, can we really still find even the slightest trace of those times in ourselves?
It doesn't exist. We have all been replaced unconsciously. Our pursuits have been transformed by others and corrected by society. Until now, we are no longer who we were before. If my former self had looked me in the eye, I would have even thought that he was a stranger.
So scary, so sad, so disgusting, so painful. I'm almost suffocating.
When I woke up from a nightmare and opened my eyes, I found that the whole world had been distorted into strange shapes and I was unaware of it. Isn’t this the most terrifying thing?
The colorful and beautiful future world makes me look forward to it, but I am shivering with fear in this hot weather.
Science fiction? Social fiction? Critical fiction?
This is "reality", a "realistic" novel that is packaged perfectly and is as sweet as poison coated in sugar.
This is too much, Mr. Intermission. What exactly do you want me to do when you write this?
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The storm was so huge that it broke out vigorously in just one day.
The rise of science fiction literature and the spread of new ideas shook most of Japan. Even in the frenetic chaos of Yokohama, there were long queues outside the bookstores selling Contemporary.
The calico cat stood at the door of the bookstore, watching the people coming and going with its clear cat eyes. The people of Yokohama, dressed in tattered and simple clothes, with numbness and sadness on their faces, are rarely seen lining up to buy books, which are almost like luxury goods.
It was as if something was being born.
Something was pried open, the numb soul gradually woke up, and the disappeared pain sensation was recovering.
This... should be a good thing, right?
But it is also very dangerous. Perhaps we can’t let this person continue writing.
The calico cat wagged its tail, took the package containing magazines, and jumped onto the blue-gray wall.
On the other side, in the dark alleys of Leibo Street near the port mafia, a complete set of books purchased at high prices was placed on the table. Mori Ogai, who was sitting in the black clinic, was clicking the mouse with a faint smile on his face.
【Complete the assignment:
My teacher taught us this article, I won’t say which school it was from.
I remember very clearly what my teacher said:
“This is one person’s self-rescue.”
He said that this article expresses the following meaning:
“If you don’t save me, then who should I live for?”
If you don't save me, then who should I live for?
If I don't live for myself, who will save me?
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"Intermission teacher...?" Mori Ogai murmured.
Alice took out a magazine and leaned over the table to read it carefully, then raised her head and looked at him:
"Hmph, what's troubling Rintaro?"
"Eh - are you angry because you were ignored? I'm so sorry, Alice~" The young man in the white coat showed a guilty expression and looked at Alice with his eyes that were hot yet icy cold.
"I just found out that Mr. Makuma's guarantor is Silver Wolf! This is really difficult."
"Haha, then Rintaro should just go and apologize. He might get chopped into two pieces and thrown out. Yosano won't save you." Alice laughed innocently yet maliciously.
"That's too much! That's too much, Alice! How can you say such rude words! Isn't the little skirt enough? Isn't the cake enough? Cute little girls should say sweet words!"
Alice looked at him speechlessly.
"abnormal!"
Alice is Mori Ogai's special ability, which is actually a transformation of part of his consciousness. Mori Ogai can adjust Alice's form, but in the end, he not only turns his other self into a little girl, but also forces 'himself' to pretend to be an innocent little girl.
Do you want to see your innocent self? Want to see your pure and sensual half body? Or do you want to use her as a cover? Many things are hard to distinguish, but in short, they can be summed up in two words.
It's really perverted.
"Alice~ Please, say something sweet, my heart is so broken..."
"I want to eat the latest strawberry cake! Useless Rintaro!" Alice pouted and muttered:
"If he wants to do something, he will always contact Rintaro, right? Rintaro, you big fool."
Will you find me?
In the dim light, the purple-red eyes seemed to be filled with large patches of dried blood, and the face that was once regarded as slightly feminine when he was a teenager revealed an unpredictable and dark smile.
"But, Alice. It will be too late by then. We need to find a way to catch him. I heard that even the teacher couldn't get the contact information of the author from Silver Wolf. It's really difficult."
"Is there anything that Lin Taro can't do?"
Alice smiled sweetly and said something outrageous:
"If you can't do that, you'll really become a good-for-nothing, Rintaro."
Lasagna tears silently slid down from the corners of his eyes, and Mori Ogai muttered nonsense like "It's over, I've become an uncle, Alice doesn't like me anymore", etc., and buried his cheek in his arms.
Only the wine-red eyes were revealed, filled with bloodstains that lingered for a long time and glowed with a cold light.
——
The person being discussed is Fukuzawa Yukichi, who has just finished a conversation with the Supernatural Special Agents Section.
As the Armed Detective Agency is implicitly supported by the Special Forces Department but is actually opposed to it, there is no relationship more subtle than the one between these two organizations.
Fukuzawa Yukichi had recently taken his eyes on several office locations and was immediately called in to discuss the matter, saying that office locations could be arranged for them. But everyone knows Sima Zhao's intention. He just wants to control part of the power of the Armed Detective Agency. If even the office location is controlled, then it would be really hopeless.
Tired of rejecting the Special Powers Division, he deleted the addresses related to the Special Powers Division from the list, leaving only an old office building.
His funds were really not sufficient, and most of them were saved from taking orders. The address of the Armed Detective Agency must be on the street, so he can only avoid places where normal people go as much as possible within his budget. However, there is a law firm inside this office building, so it is not the best choice. But now that things have come to this, I can only go and take another look at this place.
He pinched his forehead with a headache. Standing in this direction, he could see the imposing buildings of the port mafia from afar. He glanced at the five buildings for a few times, but before he could take a closer look, the phone rang.
"President! How are you finding the address?" It was Ranpo's voice.
"Ah, it's okay. I heard you were sick. Take care of yourself."
"Haha! It's just a minor illness, I'm totally fine now!" Ranpo hummed happily and narrowed his eyes with a smile. "Hey, President! I'm going to write a book too! I've sent the plan to your email! Please contact the editor!"
ah? Who, you?
Do you write a book? Is this true or false?
Wait, what plan? Who's looking for the editor, me?
Do I still need to contact the editor to start planning? Is this true or false?
Fukuzawa Yukichi's stern face suddenly went blank.
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