The impression that Akto gave Su Mingan was that of the pinnacle of human wisdom - all kinds of descriptive words were piled up on Akto, and no matter how complicated they were, they were not excessive.
However, for some reason, in this memory, Su Ming'an felt that Akto was just a young man who was suffocated by his responsibilities, very similar to himself.
Perhaps it was because he mostly looked at Akto from the perspective of an observer.
No one could get close to his heart.
…
[In the trolley problem, the person who is hated is always the one who pulls the trolley pole, not the trolley that runs over life.]
【Only when you know very little will your cognition not be contradictory. 】
【But I know everything. 】
【So I will take the initiative to face the contradictions on behalf of people and bear the pain for the ignorant. 】
Sitting at the wooden table again, you write in your diary. Today is the 87th day of the war.
You have become a devout belief of people.
Your speeches are always passionate and infectious, your words are always able to bewitch people, and there is always an endless stream of people surrounding you. Every time a war ends, you will encourage people to never give up.
You gradually get used to titles like "God" and "incarnation of the world's will". You sit in this position, using your reputation and fame to allocate resources, command the army, push the lives of soldiers to appropriate positions for sacrifice, and fight for the "survival of the majority of people."
More and more deaths have made you silent. Apart from calling and appealing, you hardly say a word to people you are familiar with.
You are becoming more and more distant from a normal human being. Your personality is completely alienated. Your emotions become indifferent. Even if you laugh, you feel that it is an apology to the deceased.
Noah's white bird is nuzzling against your shoulder, and you're already halfway through writing in your diary.
Under the dim light, your eyes and eyebrows are unclear.
…
[I should face my sins, but not dwell on them, because I have accepted the position of "God".]
[“God” cannot be controlled by emotions. I need to be absolutely rational and have a bird’s-eye view of the overall situation. ]
【I am Asa Akto. 】
【The common leader of mankind, the embodiment of civilization, and the will of the world.】
【I need to hypnotize myself like this. 】
【Until the war is completely over. 】
【There are always people who love me because of my strength. 】
[Some people also hate me because of my decisions. ]
[It doesn't matter. I will treat their dislike and joy equally. Because Xi said... I am the most suitable person for this position.]
[Cannot stay away, cannot dodge, cannot escape. ]
…
"——Why did you make such a decision? Are their lives so worthless in your eyes?"
"——Why did you watch Shanshan die? Do you still feel pain? Do you still remember their names?"
"——When you made the decision to blow up the entire city, did you feel a little bit of guilt? Would you shed tears for the residents who died in the city?"
Under the clear sky, when you finished giving a speech, several civilians rushed up to you, shouting at the top of their lungs.
"How dare you! How dare you disrespect the leader!" The soldiers pushed them away, but you just raised your hand to stop the soldiers and let these civilians rush to you.
When questioned, you use rational words to explain your decision:
"That's right. According to the situation in Karl TC City, the reactionary forces have occupied three-quarters of the important areas in the Kinsey district..."
Then, you comfort the other person with emotional words:
"I am deeply sorry for the loss of your family members. I also lost many compatriots in this war. Please believe me..."
Their expressions changed from anger to confusion to sadness, and then they began to sob.
Finally, these people hold onto your sleeves and cry.
"I'm sorry, God."
"God, you are all we have, only you..."
You comforted them and left the podium.
People always blindly believe in you in desperate moments. As the person who pulls the tram pole, you always carry a thorn in their sight.
They will not consider your position, will not weigh your decision. Some even want to assassinate you, thinking that as long as you die, their loved ones will come back.
In their eyes, you are the only one they have.
——But whose sleeve can you hold on to and cry?
When you are exhausted, you take out your journal.
【Don't care, don't complain. 】
【Being content with the status quo is the final bottom line for those who have not yet completely surrendered. 】
[The process is just a word used by philosophers and historians. Who can put themselves in my shoes and think about what I should do now? ]
[No one can. No one can become Asa Aktor. ]
[No one can walk in my shoes and see things from my perspective. They can't see the continuation of civilization, they can only curse me for pulling the trolley pole.]
What does it matter?
【Ridiculosis is the eulogy of mediocre people to talented people. 】
After writing this, you face your diary.
You find that the paper is stained with an unknown liquid, and you don't want to admit that it is tears.
You sit numbly in your chair.
It's like becoming a solidified empty shell.
…
On the 132nd day of the war, you took out the Dawn System.
This is the backup plan you get during the century's catastrophe. Once it is activated, humans will begin their journey of dimensionality reduction, with no way back.
The number of humans has dropped sharply, and you have to consider whether to turn it on - this is a risky move. It is very likely that humans will continue to decline on this path of dimensionality reduction, or even become extinct.
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