I'm trapped in a block

Chapter 1214 The Impact of the Future

Mo Ling was sizing up these future humans, and others were sizing him up as well.

Just as he was observing something else, a strange device secretly pointed at his blocky head, and after a while, the person holding the device gently patted Mo Ling on the shoulder.

Mo Ling subconsciously turned around, and her vision shifted accordingly, only to find that it was a young man wearing yellow clothes.

"Looking for me?"

Mo Ling was still wondering why this young man would suddenly approach him when the other man had already started a conversation on his own.

Could you please describe your outfit today?

The young man in the yellow shirt picked up the device, placed it in front of Mo Ling, and then asked her questions in a familiar manner.

?

Mo Ling tilted his head; his brain went blank after hearing the question.

"A brief introduction will suffice. I notice your outfit today is quite unique; could you explain why you chose to wear it this way?"

The other person asked again, their eyes filled with intense seriousness.

"Me?" Mo Ling pointed to himself and asked uncertainly, then the bracelet on his wrist made a sound.

Seeing that Mo Ling spoke in such a unique way, the young man in yellow's eyes lit up again, and he nodded eagerly.

What's there to recommend? Mo Ling didn't know either.

Mo Ling looked at her hospital gown, with a coat that Director Wang had given her draped over her shoulders, making her look like she had just run out of the hospital.

Why are you wearing a hospital gown? Do you think you're sick?

"Of course not..." Mo Ling shook her head, about to answer, when the young man offered his own interpretation.

"That means you think society is sick! Everyone has become a patient!"

Hearing the other person's words, Mo Ling was stunned again. Just as he was about to correct him, the young man asked a new question:
Why are you wearing a coat over your hospital gown?

Why? Mo Ling remembered that when he went out, he was wearing a hospital gown and wanted to leave, but Director Wang stopped him, saying that he didn't look good in a hospital gown, so he gave him his own coat. However, Director Wang's coat was a bit small and the zipper couldn't be fastened, so he could only wear it like that for the time being...

How should he explain this to the other party? Mo Ling scratched his square head, thinking of the right words, but the young man in front of him seemed to be in a great hurry. Before Mo Ling could answer, he began to interpret the situation himself.

"Do you feel that in today's society, everyone likes to pretend? They use all sorts of fancy outfits to disguise their sickness, but under those outfits, they are all wearing the same hospital gowns. No matter how fancy the clothes are, the sickness can still seep out from the gaps in the clothes?"

"You are using your own clothing to criticize this society, to criticize this society where everyone is sick, and to satirize those who seem well-dressed but whose hearts are already rotten. You think they are all like you now, wearing ill-fitting clothes, and even if they are sick, they are forcibly using a normal appearance to restrain themselves!"

"You wear a locator and all sorts of strange bracelets on your hands. This means that everyone is bound by identity shackles. In this society, everyone is kidnapped by all kinds of external opinions. Even if you are already sick, you can't show that you are sick. You can only treat the shackles on your hands as decorations, make fun of your suffering, and deceive yourself."

"You may seem free, but in reality, your position has already been determined by a locator and controlled by an invisible hand. Even your voice has been replaced by these shackles. If you want to speak, your language must be filtered through these shackles. You can't even express your thoughts or describe your outfit. You can only express your inner pain through this silent scream."

"Your face is covered by a cube, just like the world today, where all the pain is hidden under the guise of successfully overcoming the abyss. Although everyone is in pain and unable to make a sound, they still have to praise the victory and the heroes on the surface. Everyone has a smile on their face and is optimistically talking about the future, but their actual faces are completely obscured."

"In fact, everyone is a cube, everyone is a hero, but now all the heroes are sick, all the heroes are wearing ill-fitting clothes, wearing shackles, without their own voices, without their own thoughts, they can only go with the tide of the times, and finally perish in silence..."

"I understand, I understand."

“You don’t need to say anything more, I understand.” The young man in yellow said to himself, tears streaming down his face. He wiped them with his sleeve, which looked like a banana peel, and then bowed deeply to Mo Ling.

“You, a pioneer of thought, should be remembered by everyone. I will convey your ideas to the whole world. Please believe me.”

As he spoke, a determined expression returned to the young man in the yellow shirt, whose face was still wet with tears.

He packed up his filming equipment, bowed to Mo Ling again, and then hopped away like an upright banana...

As Mo Ling watched Banana's retreating figure, a feeling of sincere admiration rose in her heart.

"This guy is really good at talking."

Will all humans be like this in the future?

Standing beside the station, Mo Ling once again felt the impact of the future.

……

Most of the pedestrians on the street were dressed very extravagantly, like characters in a game, completely unconcerned about whether their movements would be affected.

Not only that, Mo Ling also saw all sorts of "mounts":
A self-balancing scooter that has been modified into a spinning wheel.

A spherical wheelchair that looks like a hamster ball.

A bouncy mini Gundam.

Make it into the shape of a flying sword, a hoverboard...

The streets were wide, and these "mounts" seemed to be intelligently controlled, methodically "automatically finding their way" and bypassing obstacles. The people inside were dressed in strange clothes, busy with their own things, and did not need to control the movement of their mounts at all.

Further along the main road, those without mounts like Mo Ling became the minority; most people were using "auto-pathfinding," following the shortest route, which created a very peculiar scene:
Because the navigation systems are all the same, these people who use auto-pathfinding formed a long queue.

Just like an automated scripted team in a game, different characters and mounts crowded together, moving forward like a centipede.

Other pedestrians who were not using vehicles also consciously avoided the "centipede line" and walked parallel to each other on the empty roads on both sides.

Because their movement speeds were completely synchronized, none of the mounts on this "centipede line" experienced any congestion; they moved forward steadily, just like a conveyor belt.

This peculiar scene made it hard for Mo Ling to look away for a moment. He just stood by the roadside, watching all sorts of "cartoon characters" line up and walk by one by one.

The conversation among passersby was also quite interesting:
Why didn't you ride your Blue-Eyes White Dragon today?

"Don't even mention it. That piece of junk broke down after only three months. It can only walk backwards. People in front of and behind me kept laughing at me while I was in line. I'll never buy no-name brands again. I'll only buy from big companies... What about you? Why are you walking today too?"

"I sold my Red-Eyes Black Dragon; it was too old."

"Sold it? Then what are you opening?"

"I ordered the new model, but it hasn't arrived yet."

"What new model?"

"Milk Dragon".

(End of this chapter)