"What kind of strange book is that, haven't I heard of it, a novel of the Ming Empire?" John leaned over curiously, only to find that Dio was holding a copy of Das Kapital in his hand. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

“... It should be French, if I'm not mistaken," Dior recalled the contents of the novel, "presumably famous scientists came together and used all their knowledge to create a woman who was 'perfect' in every way... Other memories are more vague, I saw it a long time ago, and the only thing that impressed me was the words on the cover. ”

If our God and hope are nothing but the product of science, then can our love only be scientific? Today's technology hasn't developed to that point.,Although the abnormal science and technology.,Let the girl have a feeling that one day she won't be shocked to find a popular artificial robot.。

"Is that kind of thing possible? making humans or something—" John was also a little skeptical.

"Is it true? Only twenty or thirty years ago, humans thought of flying as a luxury," Dior shrugged, "When we were children, we had to use horse-drawn carriages to get around, and now the steam cars everywhere are outdated." Now that everything is full of steel behemoths, I wouldn't be surprised when there will be a "perfect human" made by humans and indistinguishable from humans. ”

The sudden scientific and technological progress was neither a large-scale war nor a wave like the Renaissance, and everything quietly developed in the ignorance of the people. Before the nobles of the old era had time to remember the glory of their ancestors, the emerging capitalists occupied half of the country, the Soviet Union overthrew the **** under a shout, and the small North American countries that were useless in the eyes of European countries seemed to have developed into their unattainable existence overnight.

The ensuing problems have flooded these European countries, and the conflict between the rapid development of science and the human mind, the class conflict, can be seen in almost any country. Better ones, such as the Ming Empire, after a series of reforms, still sit firmly in the top spot. Although the relatively moderate Britain, France, etc., did not have a vigorous revolution, the capitalists gradually set aside the rights of the royal family. Worst of all, many Middle Eastern countries around India are still in turmoil, and the tide of ideas has washed away this territory and dragged it deeper into the mud of war.

"Don't you think it's strange? This strange technological development," Dior held out his finger and stroked his sideburns, "there has never been such a development in history." ”

"But isn't that a good thing?" asked John, for some reason, "there have been many great inventions in history, and perhaps for some reason they have been buried in the tide of history... Just like the prosperous civilization of ancient Babylon, the metallurgical technology that cannot be replicated in ancient China, the legendary Atlantis that sank into the deep sea, and the pyramids of Egypt, human beings have a very shallow understanding of themselves. ”

Dio looked at John in surprise.

"I thought you were just a lazy young master, are you also interested in this aspect?"

“... Are you complimenting me?" John smiled wryly and pointed to himself.

"Then, my brother, discuss this matter with your knowledge. The development of science does not necessarily mean good things," Dior finally found a guy who could speak, and couldn't hide his happiness, "Just imagine, what will happen when human beings have mastered a powerful weapon that can easily destroy human beings themselves, and human beings have no means to defend against this?"

“... At best, if the Ming Kingdom, Britain, France, the United States, the Soviet Union, and other major powers can control it, they will be able to stabilize the situation to a certain extent," John affirmed, "and with this as a deterrent, war needs to be thought twice, and no one wants to die with the other." At worst, if this is something that anyone can have, there is no need to doubt that humanity will soon perish. ”

A pertinent answer, Dio nodded approvingly. In the past, nuclear weapons existed as such weapons, maintaining shaky international relations and truly making war a move that even politicians had to think twice. In every sense of the word, it is a feat.

"There are good and bad sides to everything... Don't you think it's too pertinent? Well, let's talk about Future Eve," Dior tapped his finger on Capital on the table, "if man could produce a perfect human being like one of them... No, that's not enough. ”

Dio thought for a moment. The development of science has cultivated the will of mankind itself There is no small conflict, and to concretize and expand this conflict is what she wants, and after thinking for a while, she decided what to say.

"When human beings can replace themselves with machines, not just as accessories in factories, but when human beings themselves can be perfectly mechanized, improve their abilities while maintaining their human characteristics, preserve the integrity of their brains, and their memories can be recorded in other instruments through some methods, even if the whole body is thrown into magma, it can be 'resurrected' again by the machine to some extent - when human beings develop to that point, do you think this is a good thing?"

"It's... It's too 'edgy', I'm not sure..."

Dio's words made John exaggeratedly annoyed, he scratched his head, as if he was distressed about something, and Dio seemed to enjoy the distress of "others", and said with added vinegar:

"This is also the 'ship of Theseus' for humanity, when every part of your body, even your brain, can be replaced with a new one, will you still be you until the end? Is this a good thing, a bad thing, a good thing, a good thing, a bad thing?"

"What do you think?" asked John, who couldn't find an answer.

"In my opinion, there is a constant metabolism in itself, and the so-called growth is part of this 'replacement parts'. The same is true of the spirit, human beings have to 'destroy' and 'hide' their past selves in order to grow. People sharpen themselves day after day, hoping to be rich, powerful, beautiful, and handsome, but these are all implicit 'self-loathing' and subconscious pursuits, and the nature and civilization that human beings pursue are nothing more than that. ”

I like cute animals.,But I'm disgusted with insects.。 I love beautiful flowers and plants, but I am disgusted by the greenery full of 'bacteria'. A civilized civilization in order, a 'beautiful' cradle of mankind watered with steel and concrete, human beings are bent on pursuing beauty and goodness, but they don't see the face of a demon gradually distorted in the mirror, and most human beings only allow 'beautiful' nature and 'beautiful' civilization. Avoid what you don't want to see, and throw away what you don't want to touch...

"That's too negative, I can't agree with that. John said with a wry smile.

"Exactly, because this is also 'not beautiful,'" Dior smirked, and she raised her index finger and pointed to the ceiling, "and what about people who can't be beautiful by nature? Humans are malevolent creatures who denigrate the beauty of the 'other' and desperately create losers who are even quieter than themselves, in whatever way. After that, they can start the 'fun' and 'pleasant' group activity - witch hunting, to put it bluntly, hanging the nasty ghost who was originally high, so that they finally have the pleasure of being a 'winner', thinking that 'there is finally someone uglier than themselves', so they drown in reality with this insignificant satisfaction. ”

"I hate it, being led by the nose by you all the time," John sighed, "that's what you wanted to say in the first place, right?"

"It's nice to be aware of that. You're not stupid, I won't tell you. ”

Dior laughed happily, not paying much attention to John's timely 'awakening'. Seeing the girl's appearance and understanding that she was just trying to 'play' with herself, John suddenly had an indescribable sense of frustration, he stood up angrily, touched his chin, and thought about where he could be like Dior... And so on. He thought about the character of this 'sister' who had just gotten along with him, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Dior, if there was a place where you could have food and clothing, and power in your hands, but at some cost, what would you think?" said John, pretending to be thoughtful.

"It depends on the location, and the price is usually very high. Dio yawned and buried himself in his book again.

"Some bondage to freedom and some trouble to reputation, what about these quid pro quo?" said John, a smile on his face.

"Isn't that nice? I haven't heard of such a good thing, and if you have one, please let me know. Dior replied casually.

"That..."

John just felt that the plan was 'planned', but saw Dio suddenly reflect, slowly turned his head, and looked at John with blue eyes with an almost murderous gaze, seeing that he had a chill down his spine, as if as long as he dared to say the next words, he would be killed here immediately.

"Uh... I mean... That one... What—" John suddenly staggered.

"You're really a scumbag of scum, at least nominally I'm still your sister. Dio sneered and looked at the rich kid.

"Uh... Well... It's human instinct to pursue beauty, isn't it? You see, I'm not good at talking. John turned his words around and subtly rounded them up.

“... Well, then I'll make it clear," Dio snapped his fingers, "I'm not human, it's better not to be so kind to me, Daddy Ian knows." ”

"Huh?

John breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hey, isn't it possible that you haven't given up the idea of going to the German orthopedic department?"