I really don't want to hang up

Chapter 409 Territory and Paradise

Regardless of Michael's fine, Dr. Hartman left with everyone.

Arthur and Awu also returned to their car.

"Dad, Mr. Defe said that if there is a chance, I still want to make another appointment with you."

Awu conveyed Difu's wish.

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

Even at the risk of his life, Defoe is willing.

"Oh?"

Arthur frowned slightly and refused,

"Let's forget it. If we finish the chat and commit suicide again, it won't affect us well."

"You are still like this."

Awu shook his head, smiled lightly and said,

"It's not the first time that something like this has happened to an old-school writer who cares about his reputation."

Not the first time?
Arthur heard what Awu meant,
"People kill themselves after talking to me? Is this a common phenomenon?"

"You're half right."

Awu switched the car to automatic driving mode, looked at the co-pilot Arthur,

"Do you remember the original intention of Brave New World?"

Arthur shook his head, signaling Awu to continue.

Awu looked past Arthur and looked at the city outside the window, a sense of tranquility enveloped the world, everything was so beautiful and peaceful.

"Our world is in trouble, big trouble."

Au said slowly,

"We walked out of the original galaxy and walked towards the mysterious star field, but all we got was cold and dead silence. The cutting-edge scientists became more and more pessimistic. They lamented that the universe was withering and everything was dying, as if there was a whirlpool that could not The great blocking force is pulling the entire civilization down and sinking.

After foreseeing this scene, fierce quarrels and debates broke out in the society. Looking back now, those quarrels are still bursting out with the last vitality, just like returning to the light.

There was no problem at first, until one day, an underground group suicide was exposed to public view, most of the participants were over 30 years old, and the number was not many, less than [-].

But their collective suicide ignited the powder kegs that had been accumulated for many years, and more and more people took the same path. How do you say that sentence you often say?Humans are like pigeons, if one goes to the left, the collective will go to the left. "

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

"This is a saying that a priest often says, and it is not my original creation."

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

For the society, collective suicide is not a difficult problem to solve. The more people the better, the era of the kingdom of gods is no longer the era of God, and slaves are not needed in this era. "

Au continued,

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

administrator?
Arthur didn't like the title.

Whether it is the emperor, the king, or the prime minister, no matter how the name at the top of the pyramid changes, as long as the underlying logic remains the same, it is the same creature, and the name does not matter.

However, calling this type of person an administrator gave Arthur a lot of room for imagination.

Admin, there are several common usages.

For example, the zookeeper, the managed and the manager are not a kind of creature in themselves. The latter thinks they are more advanced and superior to others.

Another example. Game manager?
Arthur didn't make his point, but listened quietly.

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

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

Perhaps in the eyes of the administrator, these living people who made trouble might as well be dead. "

Awu described the chaos at that time:

Some people concentrate on the research of resurrection methods, and they have developed hundreds of methods to resurrect those dead people.

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

Some people want to ask them why they committed suicide.

Others just want to keep the people they care about alive.

There is also a small group of people who just want to bring the dead back to life and kill them again with their own hands.
These resurrection scams were eventually debunked.

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

The administrator banned all institutions that research resurrection, and announced that the resurrection at the level of the 'soul' cannot be achieved at the current theoretical level, and research on resurrection is prohibited until there is any breakthrough in the theory.

At the same time, the administrator has also opened up cloning permissions and official channels to meet the needs of these people.

Some people began to design a suicide prevention bill, suggesting knocking out genes that easily induce suicide, and suggesting controlling hormone levels. Radicals even suggested using machines to fuse with human brains, adding the setting of never committing suicide, just like ideological stamps.

The administrator approved some areas to do the pilot, the initial pilot effect is very good, people are alive and healthy, without any suicidal thoughts.

But with the passage of time, the style of painting gradually collapsed.

People who never kill themselves, 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, as if two instructions conflict, and the pain caused by the conflict tortures them all the time.

Unable to commit suicide, they are eager to ask for help from the outside world, and they cannot speak out.

Because once you open your mouth, asking them to assist you in suicide is equivalent to suicide, which is never allowed
People's emotions were suppressed to the extreme, looking for all vents, and finally turned into a feast of killing.

They could see each other's desire for death, and they could also understand the repressed mood, so they tacitly raised their sharp knives
Hearing this, even Arthur couldn't help shaking his head,
"There are rumors that there is a pot of soup in heaven and hell. People have long spoons in their hands, but they can't deliver the soup to their mouths. People in hell look at the soup all day long but can't eat it. They are in great pain, but people in heaven feed it with spoons. Give each other, and everyone will be fed."

Arthur sighed.
"These people should have gone to heaven, but they are living in purgatory."

After a brief moment of emotion, Awu continued to talk about the past,
"This kind of plan similar to the ideological seal has naturally failed. People are free and cannot be bound. No one is born with something. If there is anything that is inherent, it should be that everyone is born equal. "

Trapped people in the confines of not being able to kill themselves, they will raise the butcher knife and send others on their way.

"In addition to these two methods, the administrator has tried many methods, without exception, all ended in failure, and it seems that death is the inevitable end."

Arthur corrected,
"Death is inevitable, child."

"You are right."

Awu squeezed out a smile, like a ray of sunshine piercing through a melancholy cloud,
"Finally, the administrators found a way to solve the problem of suicide."

What did Arthur guess, "Brave New World?"

Awu nodded,

"That's right, use death to fill the emptiness of death. In Brave New World, people can experience a complete life and experience death. When they leave Brave New World, they will long for the next script and life, and long for the next time. 'Death', but reluctant to meet the real death."

Hearing this, Arthur probably understood.

There is already a serious suicide problem in this society.

Suicide after talking to Arthur is not news at all.

Arthur cares about these things only because he cares about his own reputation and doesn't want to be an executioner.

To others, it's just normal.

There was even such an item written on the suicide list of many people-talk to Arthur once.

Having done this, they will die without regret.

Arthur said sharply,

"According to what you said, the brave new world is not saving people, it just prolongs the death process, turning the straight fall into a spiral fall, people who sink in the brave new world, enjoy the script again and again, and the dead What's the difference?"

Awu smiled, but didn't answer.

It was not the first time he had heard his father raise similar views.

In Arthur's view, Brave New World is just a high-end teat music, a euthanasia paradise that seems to be full of warmth and sunshine. After tearing off all the camouflage, there is only naked coldness and dead silence.

Awu is also very helpless,

"It's probably the best the administrators can find."

"In the final analysis, we still encountered a big filter."

Arthur had a straw in his mouth like a cigarette,
"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."

The conversation between father and son ends here.

Arthur obviously wanted to say something, 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 Awu told were very indifferent and absurd, and they may have happened in history.

but,

These stories have a fatal flaw.

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

Arthur knew man, a mean and noble creature, like the weeds on the side of the road.

Weeds may wither or burn, but they never give up the chance to live.

No matter how many people commit suicide, some people will find a way to survive, work hard to survive, and try their best to survive.

The 'person' in Awu's mouth seems to be too fragile.

This kind of fragility is not the fragility of losing the bestiality, not the weakness of the Virgin, but the fragility of spaghetti that has never been cooked.

Pinch it with your fingertips and apply a little force, and the noodles will break into several pieces.

Humans are not such creatures.

However, for some reason, Arthur didn't express these thoughts.

After returning home, Arthur locked himself in the study and said that he was going to start creating.

The so-called creation means watching movies and TV shows, checking the news, playing games, seeing that the time is almost up, standing up, stretching, and praising yourself with emotion, "I have worked hard all day, and I will work hard tomorrow." ! '

The author is probably this kind of creature.

After dinner, Arthur wanted to go out for a walk, so he refused Awu's company.

His house is quite big, and the nearby houses are all Arthur's property, and there are no people living there.

Arthur had no choice but to take the bus under his own name to the urban area, get off at a random stop, and wander aimlessly on the street.

Soon, Arthur's attention was attracted by a building, which was a church.

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

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

They need believers to live and provide a steady stream of supplies. If they are allowed to live a good life after death, the living church may only have a hard life.

When Arthur came to the church, he found that the church was still his old acquaintance - the Church of the Holy Father.

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

"Mr. Arthur? 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 Holy Father has His own will, we just need to wait quietly."

That's a good point.

Well, it's the same as saying nothing.

Arthur looked at the church in front of him and said with emotion,
"I didn't expect that after so many years, the Holy Father would still be here."

The priest smiled,

"Mr. Arthur, the church in front of you has a history of 800 years, but the Church of the Holy Father disappeared 600 years ago. Due to the popularity of Brave New World, many people came into contact with the Church of the Holy Father in Luden's script. The Holy Father Only then did it return to people's sight, and the people returned to the embrace of the Holy Father."

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

"you can say it this way."

Arthur and the priest had a brief chat, but didn't have a deep chat, and didn't go into the church to have a look.

At the time of parting, Arthur suddenly mentioned an inexplicable remark,
"A priest friend of mine used to say that humans are like pigeons"

Arthur repeated what the pigeon said.

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, looking up at the statue of the Holy Father.

Suddenly, the priest's respect for the Holy Father disappeared from his heart.

For a moment, he even felt that he was the incarnation of the Holy Father, nothing special.

The world, in his eyes, has completely changed.

For example, when he looked at the streetlights outside the window at this time, it was particularly unpleasant. He always felt that there was something missing on it, which seemed incomplete.

The priest didn't pray according to his usual habit, but went to find some things in the house, returned to the bench, and was busy with his head down.

A familiar believer came to the auditorium and saw the priest on the bench,
"Father, what are you doing, why have I never seen such a thing?"

"Oh, you said this?"

The priest lifted the thing in his hand, shook it, and smiled,
"Weaving rope."

Braided rope?
The believers checked the information and found out what the twisted rope meant, and asked in surprise, "Why are you making this up?"

"Is that even a question?"

The priest naturally replied,

"Hanging the devil, of course."

As he spoke, the priest put the braided rope around his neck, tightened it slightly, and showed a satisfied smile.

Just right.

(End of this chapter)