Hidden Yao Era

When they get to the battlefield, when they turn on the combat chips, they are pure combat machines. And when the battle is over, they turn off the chips and become complete beasts, killing prisoners of war, civilians, and even babies! This is very common in the military! It is very common! Every year, tens of thousands of female clones are injured and even maimed, and millions of civilians are killed, and behind these cold numbers are all lives!" Dr. Francesca became more and more excited.

"May God punish these people, but I think many of them can still be saved, and many of the soldiers captured this time can be enlightened, and I think there is still something good in people's hearts!" Sonia said.

Well, I don't deny that, but there is always a struggle between good and bad thoughts in people's hearts. Some people have more good thoughts, while others have the opposite. You must know that the good thoughts in people's hearts do not always exist, they burn in the heart like a flame. And when people continue to do things that kill their conscience and are full of pleasure, their good thoughts gradually go out. This is also true in brain science, where the nerve cells of shame in the human brain become numb by the constant stimulation of evil, disguise, self-extermination, and desire, and eventually become completely insensitive. However, most of these soldiers are hopeless, many of them are clones, they have not been trained by shame in their lifetime, they are educated in the mode of war machines, and shame does not exist for them. But I found that they don't feel ashamed and don't feel happy. On the contrary, they feel empty and hopeless in the frenzy of killing and indulgence, so they have a high suicide rate. Dr. Francesca said.

"I'm ashamed! I'm from an aristocratic background, and my family tradition won't let me do such a shameless thing!" said Castor hurriedly, as if in a hurry to clear up something.

"Yes, the self-identity of a social class can indeed build a sense of honor, and naturally it will not do things that contradict it. However, this recognition of honor is achieved by distinguishing oneself from other members of society. In other words, there is a distinction between nobles and commoners that will produce your sense of honor. Have you ever thought that as long as this distinction continues, this sense of honor will never be present at the lower classes? And how can they be self-sustaining, and how can society be better?".

"It has to be that everyone becomes an aristocracy, not a nobility of power, not a nobility of money or blood. Rather, it is the nobility of the heart. Sonia said, then folded her hands and closed her eyes in prayer.

"This is impossible, the emergence of the human class has its own rationality, it is impossible to die!" Castor said.

Dr. Francesca scratched his head and said, "You have a point, but I still think that the aristocracy must die out, and that the monopoly it has formed over power and resources is a serious obstacle to the development of society." It makes class mobility difficult, and it undeniably concentrates resources on shaping the elite in the family, but it also feeds a herd of parasites and stupid pigs. I have always wondered why humanity has retained the aristocracy after many democratic revolutions and political reforms. Aristocracy can certainly protect the interests and status of a certain class. But in this era, people have enough means to protect their power and interests, and what is the value of the existence of such an old antique as aristocracy. In terms of systems and values, we have long protected the interests of our own family, but this method obviously does more harm than good. It may be that at the heart of man, competitiveness and self-esteem lead the most elite people to stubbornly portray themselves as superior. Even though this image is often false, people still indulge in it. Even people who do not belong to this class like this image and support them. The competitiveness of the upper class and the dependence of the lower class together forged the aristocracy, which is just my conjecture, and there is no basis at all. But is there a basis for the existence of aristocracy? I think its basis is completely false!".

"No! It's not false! Our sense of honor is not false, I can feel shame, I can feel the nobility of people. In me, I can prove that these qualities of nobility are true!" said Castor excitedly.

"Ah, I'm not exactly false, it's true in you. But can you assure me that all members of your family are so honorable? I don't think so, given what I know about most of the noble families of the Earth Sphere. "

Castor was speechless.

"I also found a very abundant vitality and spiritual power in you, and your perception ability is actually quite strong. It's good, the life of the nobility doesn't numb you. I think there are a lot of things that can numb people's hearts, alcoholism, pleasure, power struggles, and even a lot of knowledge. Before coming here, I felt more and more that I was being blinded by a lot of knowledge. The reason why I get angry is often not a direct emotional stimulus, but an analysis of it after the fact, and I feel that the point of my anger is becoming more and more rational and more and more like a machine. And since I came here, I feel more and more like a real person with feelings. Dr. Francesca said with a smile.

"I really don't want to become numb. Do you think the firefighters are dead?" Casto said. "I don't think so, this form of the firefighter army has been around for hundreds of years, and if it was to be destroyed by corruption, it would have been doomed a long time ago. Dr. Francesca said.

"Wouldn't the army of the Holy Star Empire be better, and wouldn't the government be more reasonable?" Casto continued, as if he couldn't wait to get something from Dr. Francesca to fill his gap.

"No, it's even worse for the Divine Stars Empire, where the Emperor condenses the interests of the people into a political concept and shapes it into a core value. But in actual political practice, this value has become a kind of existence that overrides individual power. Guided by this value, public power continues to erode individual power. What's more, this public power is still under the control of a monarch and several noble families. For such an overly large country, it is unlikely that a single emperor and a few families can fully take care of the full interests of the empire. As for their army, it was a group of brutal and ruthless beasts. Dr. Francesca said.

"How so!?Divine Star Empire, that's the dream of every soldier to recover!We are willing to destroy all enemies in order to restore it!" Casto was completely unconvinced.

"But you must know that the Divine Star Empire has destroyed the happiness of many people, including this girl's family!"

"Alright, I don't think we have anything to talk about! Farewell!" Casto said as he pushed the door open.

"Casto!" Sonia shouted. But Casto ran fast, and soon disappeared in the maze of shelters.

"Hey, that's a nuisance, if he runs away, I'm going to be scolded!" Sonia said.

"Haha, I said a long time ago don't want to save everyone, just do your best to bring warmth to the people around you, you are not the sun, it is impossible to illuminate everyone. Dr. Francesca said.

"You go to him first, don't go back and be scolded by your superior. Dr. Francesca said to Sonya.

Sonia nodded, handed the colonel's papers to the doctor, and went out to find Casto.

Castor walked alone through the many underground shelters that forked in the road, passing by many of the inhabitants and even touching the shoulders of others, but he didn't care, even though their clothes were stained with a foul smell. He kept walking, walls on both sides, pedestrians streaking through his dim vision, and his thoughts leaping with him. Going from one trail to another, he couldn't find a way out. He tried to open his smartwatch, but found that it had already been confiscated.

He slammed the wall with his hand, but some kind of cultivated moss grew wildly on the underground wall, and the wall was not hard at all. Castor felt incomprehensible and slammed the hammer several times, and then he turned around and saw Sonia at the entrance of the passage. "Ah, don't hammer it, you have hammered all these mosses, you knock, I can hear it from several distances. Sonia sneered. "You can't quite accept Dr. Francesca's point of view, I'm sorry, I thought he would put these facts on your feet and let go of some of your obsessions. "

These are the motivations that support me to live, step by step in the firefighting armies, and win glory for the family. Conquer the universe and restore the empire in the future!And all of this is useless in his mouth!" Castor was still emotional.

"Are you alive because of these?" asked Sonya.

"Shouldn't one live for great ideals?" asked Castor rhetorically.

"I don't think the meaning of life should be pinned on anything that seems great but is actually fragile. Sonia said.

"Historically, many people have dedicated their lives to the so-called great ideals, and in the end they have found that it is impossible to realize such ideals, and even if they have achieved their ideals, they have found that the reality after the realization of the ideals is completely opposite to what they thought. Isn't it painful to spend your life like this, and this kind of disillusionment is not something that ordinary people can bear!" Sonia advised Castor.

"And what do you live for? because of God?" said Casto.

"Because of yourself, just because you live for the sake of living. God gives us life so that we can experience the world, feel the world, give love to others, and pay for our own sins. But God will not help you achieve everything, it is all on your own, and you are the reason for all life. Sonia said.

"I don't understand! There is no meaning in life, only yourself, what is the meaning of this. Casto said.

"Why is it so boring? How beautiful the world is! Look at how thick the moss is, you don't always hammer it, it's fluffy and soft and nice to the touch. You can try!" Sonia said.

Casto tried to touch the moss, he felt the hairy touch floating on his fingertips, he pressed his palm lightly against the moss, some juice oozed from it, Casto felt the moist feeling on his hands, and the moist sensation flowed from his fingertips to his heart.

"Hee-hee, you're comfortable, isn't it?" said Sonia playfully.

Sonia rolled her bright blue eyes and thought for a moment, then said, "I think you probably still don't know much about history. I'll take you around the library. "

Casto's calm heart suddenly stirred again, and he asked, "Pluto rover's library?"

"Many digital documents in the library have been encrypted through digital rights confirmation technology, and they cannot be tampered with. There's a lot of imperial literature in it, so you can trust it, right?" said Sonia with a smile.

"Even if it's encrypted, it's just what you show me, and it won't be the whole story. Castor still stubbornly insisted on his opinion.

Sonia smiled: "Hahaha, you're right, however, many things in this library are written by your scholars, you can read them casually, I'm just taking you there." Is that okay?".

"Okay, I'll check the facts myself! Casto said.

They then made their way through the Vault's winding underground corridors. If it weren't for Sonya, Casto was sure he would have been completely lost here.

"It's so hard to get around, how did you find your way?" Casto complained.

"There's a sign every few meters, there's a map every other section, don't you look at it?" said Sonya.

"It's still not as convenient as smart devices. "

"Why do you have to rely on smart devices, relying too much on them can make you stupid and lazy!" Sonia grimaced at Castor.

"Wouldn't it be nice to look at the map, keep all these paths in mind, and experience every section of the road here?

Casto thought it was all a strange thing, but he couldn't get angry with Sonia at all. He couldn't say why, he just couldn't hate this girl, and he was even ashamed of his many gaffes just now. He didn't say anything, just continued to follow Sonya, desperate to find the exit.