"Can you show me your phone now?"

"What do you say?" A policeman tried to hit me, but the security guard stopped me with a smile. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Show him the latest news, let him die of resistance, otherwise with his IQ it is impossible to fully believe our words."

The other people all showed expressions of sudden realization, and the policeman sitting on my left took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, operated it a few times, and handed it to me.

"The use of the unnamed series of clones is in good condition, and the protection bill introduced not long ago has been effectively implemented all over the world, and in South America, where there is still a superstitious belief in the outer gods, the investment in the unnamed series has caused the South American cultists to collapse, and the US military only dispatched 30 clones, and wiped out more than 20,000 people of the other side with one dead and five wounded..."

"Recently, the geocentric exploration team found a mysterious map left over from ancient times at 3,500 meters underground, and after the identification of relevant experts, the map is suspected to record the specific information of the outer gods, unfortunately, when the exploration team was ready to return to the ground, it suddenly collapsed, a total of 510 clones died, the number of human deaths is unknown, and the relevant departments are urgently mobilizing resources for rescue activities."

"The implementation of the protection bill is in good condition, the chance of clone rebellion has been reduced by 70 percent, and the harm caused by the rebellion has been reduced to one in five, and the clones can finally safely and securely invest in the space field that requires more high-end labor, and it is expected that in 2060, the first clones will land on Mars and destroy them in situ after a 30-day survival test."

"The number of ghost attacks has been greatly reduced, and there is information that the ghost hunters of the Special Association have contributed less than one-tenth of their strength in such incidents, and the investment of human clones deserves our great attention, and relevant experts believe that the investment of human cloning will cause some human inertia."

After reading a series of news, I have completely believed what they said.

What is mourning is greater than heart death, I should have been angry to the point of madness, but looking at the series of numbers at the moment, there was no emotional fluctuation.

Wish? What is that? Despair? Sorry I can't understand.

Am I not that kind of being? I am nothing but use value, deprived of any "meaning".

yes, nothing.

But, reason tells me that we should be new humans above humans! Is it because we were created that we inherently lose any meaning to exist as human beings?

Case... Hehehe.

I raised my head, which had been hanging for a long time, and said slowly to the four of them, "In your eyes, are we cloned human beings a commodity?" ”

"Yes."

"Is it a tool?"

"Yes."

"Isn't it human?"

"It's not."

"Okay, don't answer, let's deal with it quickly, why did I suddenly feel a little panicked, look at his eyes." The policeman on the right suddenly spoke up to stop the security guard's continuous answers, and the security guard was dismissive of this, my eyes? Well? What kind of eyes do I have?

I looked up and looked at the glass, and saw a pair of lifeless eyes, the eyes of the weak, who were infinitely sad and desolate.

"You say, if we let him go, will he kill himself directly? This protection bill is too emotionally inhibitive, isn't it? I've heard for a long time that they can even cut a person with a thousand knives while eating, it's really terrifying. ”

"yes, clones are all goddamn guys, and waiting for their lifespan, or being recycled like this, is the best place for them to end up?" The security guard said with some emotion.

This sentence does not have any kindness, but is full of sympathy and pity for the noble to the lowly.

Protection Act? Is that the thing that makes me angry now? It should be that the greater the external stimulus, the more effective the protection bill will be, right?

No wonder, I just want to resign myself to fate now, forget about death, and suffer less sin.

For human beings, it is really "protection"!

Soon, the Taka Mansion arrived, and in the eyes of many passers-by, I was escorted into the building, whispers and low mockery echoing in my ears without interruption, and I glanced at them, but it was full of malice.

There was even a woman who said mockingly: "It's going to be sent for destruction, right?" It's pathetic. ”

A glare of sunlight came and I noticed that a cloud had just drifted overhead.

When I got to the door of the Taka Building, I suddenly didn't want to go any further.

The next moment there was a wave of punches and kicks, but I ignored them, and tilted my head to look at the kid of the man who had just said that, well, it was a girl.

I asked, "Do you think I'm human?" ”

She looked thoughtful, and her mother looked at me with a sneer, as if expecting her little girl, who was not yet ten years old, to stick a needle in me.

At this time, the police around me stopped pushing me, but just stood beside me, alerting me to escape, and watching a good show by the way.

She also followed my example, tilted her head, and said loudly: "Big brother looks like a human!" ”

For a while, everyone was in an uproar! A lot of sighs rang out, and the woman slapped her directly, and after a snap, the little girl covered her face and looked at her mother pitifully, not understanding why she was beating herself.

It won't be long before that little girl will be taught to be like her mother, just as cold and indifferent as the people around her, and her daughter or son will one day be slapped and slowly become like her, and so on, passing on this concept from generation to generation.

Everyone's daughter or son will go through this process, carrying this ideological shackle forever, claiming to be a kind of culture, and passing it on with tireless and dedication.

Until, when the world no longer needs clones like us, everything will be back to normal.

"Normal."

"Thank you, kid, for making me understand something."

The people around me held their breath, and even the woman who was angry with her daughter stopped, looking at me with a confused expression, who else in today's world would understand my current mood?

"I, maybe I shouldn't be called a clone, no, from now on, I'm no longer a clone, I'm a clone of some unlucky guy, this is undeniable, it's a fact that can't be changed, but, for this identity, I can also make my own interpretation."

"From now on, I am no longer a clone of humans."

After letting go of this undue mental baggage, I suddenly felt a sense of relief, yes, why do I have to be human? Why does the word "man" bring me such oppression? Isn't it just "people"? The world treats me as a clone, and naturally looks down on me, and is born to look down on me from a superior perspective, but what if I am no longer human, a human being in any sense of the word?

Who can have the right to oppress me anymore?

"Did you hear what he said? He even said that he was not human? ”

"Hahahaha! He wasn't a human in the first place! ”

"Really, I thought you were going to say something, but it was just like this, it was really boring." The policeman who was escorting me suddenly felt bored, took out his pistol, and said excitedly: "As a reward for making me look forward to it, I'll send you on my way here!" ”

The security guard frowned, "Don't hit the head, hit the heart, his brain is still of some use." ”

“OK~”

When I rose to such an enlightenment, I felt a call from the depths of my consciousness, and that call was so kind, and all of a sudden, I saw my origin, the scene that came to my mind—the place where the train carrying the dead was going, and it was my real home...

Countless me, walking with me, only we are qualified to enter there, endless human souls, crowded on the small platform, screaming in pain, desperate to get into the train... It's really interesting, it's like getting on a train to get liberation and salvation.

But what they never know is that in the world, they have lost the opportunity to be redeemed, and the sin they committed against "me" doomed them, and they will always be trapped at the junction of yin and yang, and they will never be able to transcend life.

It turns out that I'm this kind of thing.

It turns out that we are this kind of thing.

The gun went off, I felt a sharp pain in my chest, and the sound of something shattering, but I didn't fall because of it.

People die because their hearts are broken, I'm not human.

I looked at the bloody hole in my left chest, tilted my head and said to the girl, "Does my big brother look like a human now?" ”

She was so frightened that she couldn't speak, and all the onlookers, the people holding up their mobile phones, all looked at me in shock, as if to say, why are you still standing!

Bang, bang, bang, three gunshots in a row, and I had three holes in my stomach, but so what? People will be in pain because of being beaten in the stomach, and I, now, I don't feel anything.

I only heard the security guard shouting angrily: "Hit his head, we don't want his head anymore!" ”

Boom.

"Only people die because their heads are pierced through by bullets." I calmly looked at the policeman who had fired five shots at me and said this.

He let out a low roar of horror, and could no longer hold the gun in his hand, and the gun fell to the ground.

The sound of metal and marble colliding is so crisp and pleasant.