Michael's fine aside, Dr. Hartman leaves with the crowd.

Arthur and Awu also returned to their cars.

"Dad, Mr. Difu said, if I have a chance, I still want to talk to you again."

Awu conveyed the Dicte's wishes.

Being able to talk to Arthur is an extremely rare opportunity for him, and it is difficult to give up.

Even if it was at the risk of his life, the Flute was willing.

"Oh?"

Arthur frowned slightly and refused,

"Forget it, if you commit suicide again after talking, won't it have a bad impact."

"You're still like that."

Awu shook his head and chuckled,

"It's not the first time that you care about your reputation as much as an old-school writer."

Not the first time it has happened?

Arthur heard the meaning of Awu's words,

"People kill themselves after they talk to me? Is this a common phenomenon?"

"That's half right."

Awu switched the car to autopilot mode and looked at Arthur in the co-pilot,

"Do you remember when Brave New World was created?"

Arthur shook his head and motioned for Awu to continue.

Awu's gaze went beyond Arthur and looked out the window at the city, a silence enveloped the world, everything was so beautiful and peaceful.

"Our world is in trouble, big trouble."

Awu said slowly,

"We walked out of the original galaxy and into the mysterious star field, but all we gained was cold and dead silence. The most cutting-edge scientists are becoming more and more pessimistic, they feel that the universe is withering, everything is dying, as if there is a whirlpool, and the unstoppable force is pulling the entire civilization to fall and sink.

After foreseeing this scene, fierce quarrels and debates broke out in society, and in retrospect, those quarrels still burst out with their last vitality, as if they had returned to the past.

At first, there were no problems, until one day, an underground mass suicide was exposed to the public eye, and the participants were mostly more than two hundred years old, and the number was not large, only less than thirty.

But their collective suicide ignited the powder keg that had been building up for years, and more and more people went down the same path... What do you say about that phrase? Humans are like pigeons, one goes to the left, and the collective will go to the left. ”

Hearing this, Arthur's expression was slightly heavy, but even so, he corrected,

"It's a priest's common saying, not mine."

"Well, you do say that a lot, but let's get back to the point, mass suicide is extremely common in the animal kingdom, and no matter how much humans evolve, they can't get rid of animal instincts.

For society, collective suicide is not a difficult problem to solve, the more people the better, it is not the age of the Divine State, this era does not need slaves. ”

Awu continued,

"Even if more and more people commit suicide, the managers of society, let's call them - administrators, administrators don't care, but this disaster is beyond everyone's imagination, and the disaster that swept the whole world almost ruined everything."

Administrator?

Arthur wasn't impressed by the title.

Whether it is an emperor, a king, or a prime minister, how to change the name at the top of the pyramid, as long as the underlying logic has not changed, it is the same creature, and the name does not matter.

It's just that using the administrator to refer to this kind of person gives Arthur a lot of room for imagination.

Administrator, there are several common usages.

For example, zookeepers, managed and managed, are not themselves the same kind of creatures, and the latter consider themselves to be more advanced and superior.

Another example... Game stewards?

Arthur did not make his own point, but listened quietly.

"There are more and more dead people, dead people can't speak, dead people don't do anything, dead people just die, that's all.

It's the people who are still alive who really add to the chaos.

Maybe in the eyes of the administrator, these living people who are causing chaos might as well be dead. ”

Awu described the chaos at the time:

Some people have devoted themselves to the study of resurrection methods, and they have developed hundreds of ways to resurrect the dead.

The dead are indeed dead, but the living still want some of them to come back to life.

Some people want to ask them why they committed suicide.

There are also people who just want the people they care about to live.

There are also a small number of people who just want to bring the dead back to life and kill them again with their own hands...

These resurrection hoaxes were eventually debunked.

There is no resurrection at all, it's just a clone, it's nothing more than how much memory is backed up.

The Administrator has banned all institutions that study the resurrection, and declared that it is not possible to achieve the 'soul' level of resurrection at the current level of theory, and that research on the resurrection is forbidden until there is any breakthrough in the theory.

At the same time, the administrator has also opened the cloning permission and official channels to meet the needs of this part of the people.

Some people have begun to design suicide prevention bills, suggesting knocking out genes that can easily induce suicide, suggesting controlling hormone levels, and radicals have even suggested using machinery and the human brain to fuse to add the setting of never committing suicide, like a steel seal of thought.

The administrator approved some areas to do the pilot, and the initial pilot work was very good, and people were healthy and alive without any suicidal thoughts.

But over time, the style of painting gradually collapsed.

People who never commit suicide start killing each other like crazy!

They hate their lives and want to end them, but they are bound by the settings in their minds, like two commands in conflict, and the pain caused by the conflict torments them all the time.

They can't kill themselves, they crave help from the outside world, and they can't say it.

Because once they open their mouths, asking them to help them commit suicide is equivalent to suicide, which is absolutely not allowed

People's emotions were suppressed to the extreme, looking for all outlets, and finally it became a feast of killing.

They could see each other's desire for death, and they could read the pent-up feelings, and they tacitly raised their sharp knives to each other...

Hearing this, even Arthur couldn't help but shake his head,

"It is rumored that there is a pot of soup in heaven and hell, and people have long spoons in their hands, but they cannot bring the soup to their mouths, and people in hell look at the soup all day long but cannot eat it, and they are in great pain, but people in heaven feed each other with spoons, and everyone can eat enough."

Arthur sighed,

"These people, who should have gone to heaven, are living in purgatory..."

After a short sigh of emotion, Awu continued to talk about the year,

"This kind of scheme similar to the ideological steel seal naturally fails, people are free, cannot be bound, no one is born with anything, if there is anything that is innate, it should be that all people are born equal."

Trapping people in the confines of their inability to commit suicide, they raise their butcher knives and send others on their way.

"In addition to these two methods, the administrator tried many methods, without exception, and all ended in failure, as if death was inevitable."

Arthur corrected,

"Death is inevitable, child."

"You're right."

Ah Wu squeezed out a smile, like a morning sun in the clouds,

"Eventually, the administrator found a solution to the problem of suicide."

Arthur guessed something, "Brave New World?" ”

Awu nodded,

"That's right, fill the emptiness of death with death, in the brave new world, people can experience a full life, they can also experience death, when they leave the brave new world, they will long for the next script and life, longing for the next 'death', and are reluctant to meet the real death."

Hearing this, Arthur probably understood.

This society already has a serious problem of suicide.

Suicide after talking to Arthur is not news at all.

Arthur cared about these things only because he cared about his reputation and didn't want to be an executioner.

To others, it's just commonplace.

Even many people's suicide lists have such an item written - talk to Arthur once.

When this was done, they died without regrets.

Arthur hit the nail on the head and said,

"According to you, Brave New World is not saving people, it just lengthens the process of death, turning a straight line of falling into a spiral down, and the people who sink in the Brave New World enjoy the script again and again, what is the difference between them and the dead?"

Awu smiled and didn't answer.

This is not the first time he has heard his father mention a similar view.

In Arthur's view, Brave New World is just a high-class nipple paradise, a euthanasia paradise full of warmth and sunshine, and after all the disguises are torn off, only naked coldness and dead silence remain.

Awu is also very helpless,

"That's probably the best an admin can find."

"At the end of the day, we've run into a big screener."

Arthur had a straw in his mouth, like he was smoking,

"If you can't get out of this death trap, you can't enter the real universe at all."

Awu looked up at the eternal starry sky and said casually,

"Maybe."

This is the end of the conversation between father and son.

Arthur clearly had something else to say, but in the end he didn't say it.

The car landed slowly, and the lawn near the tarmac swayed in the breeze.

The stories told by Awu are very indifferent and absurd, and they may have happened in history.

But

These stories have a fatal flaw.

Arthur had met countless people, some friends, some enemies, and some passers-by.

Arthur understands that humans are such vile and noble creatures, like weeds on the side of the road.

The weeds may wither, they may burn, but they will never give up the chance to live.

No matter how many people commit suicide, there will be people who will find a way to live, try to live, and live desperately.

The 'people' in Awu's mouth seem... It's a little too fragile.

This fragility is not the fragility of losing its animality, not the weakness of the Virgin, but the fragility of the spaghetti that has never been served.

Pinch it on your fingertips and exert a slight force, and the noodles will crumble into several pieces.

Man, not this creature.

It's just that, for some reason, Arthur didn't say these thoughts.

When he got home, Arthur locked himself in his study and said he was going to start creating.

The so-called creation is to watch movies and TV series, brush up on the news, play games, see that the time is almost up, stand up, stretch your waist, and praise yourself with an emotional tone, 'It's really hard to work all day, and I will work hard tomorrow!' ’

Author, presumably, this kind of creature.

After dinner, Arthur was about to go out for a walk and refused to be accompanied by Awu.

His house was quite large, and the houses in the vicinity were all Arthur's property, and there were no people.

Arthur had no choice but to take a bus under his own name to the city, find a random stop to get off, and wander the streets aimlessly.

Soon, Arthur's attention was drawn to a building, which was a church.

In the wave of suicides, the church played a significant positive role and helped the administrators.

People who commit suicide cannot go to heaven, and most religions have this.

They need believers to live and be continuously supplied, and if they are allowed to die and have a good life, the living church may only have to live a hard life.

When Arthur came to the church, he found that it was still his old acquaintance, the Congregation of the Holy Fathers.

The door of the church opened, and a priest stepped out of it and came to Arthur.

"Mr. Arthur, is it? I've been waiting for you for a long time. ”

Arthur was slightly surprised, "You know I'm coming?" ”

The priest shook his head slightly,

"The Father has His own will, and we just have to wait quietly."

That's a good thing to say.

It's good that what you say is the same as what you don't say.

Arthur looked at the church in front of him and sighed,

"I didn't expect that after all these years, the Holy Father would still be there."

The priest smiled,

"Mr. Arthur, the church in front of you is eight hundred years old, but the Church of the Holy Fathers disappeared six hundred years ago, and due to the popularity of the Brave New World, many people came into contact with the Church of the Holy Fathers in the Lutten script, and the Holy Father returned to people's sight, and the people returned to the arms of the Holy Father."

Arthur smiled, "So, this is also the will of the Holy Father?" ”

"So to speak."

Arthur had a brief chat with the priest without going too deep and without going into the church to have a look.

At the time of parting, Arthur suddenly mentioned an inexplicable sentence,

"I have a priest friend who used to say that human beings are like pigeons..."

Arthur repeated the pigeon's words.

The priest nodded slightly,

"Interesting words."

After the two said goodbye, the priest returned to the church.

He sat on a bench in the auditorium and looked up at the statue of the Holy Father.

Suddenly, the priest's respect for the Father was gone.

For a moment, he even felt that he was the embodiment of the Holy Father, nothing remarkable.

The world, in his eyes, has completely changed.

For example, when he looked at the street lamp outside the window at this time, it was particularly unpleasant, and he always felt that there was something missing on it, which was not complete.

Instead of praying as usual, the priest went into the house to find something, returned to the bench, and kept his head down.

A familiar congregant came to the auditorium and saw the priest on the bench,

"Father, what are you doing, how come I've never seen this thing before?"

"Oh, you say this?"

The priest lifted the object in his hand, shook it, and smiled,

"Braiding the rope."

Braided sink?

After checking the information, the believer found out what the noose meant, and asked in surprise, "What are you making this up for?" ”

"Do you need to ask?"

The priest replied,

"Hang the Devil, of course."

As he spoke, the priest put the braided noose around his neck, tightened it slightly, and smiled with satisfaction.

Just right.

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