Childhood is beautiful, right? Good memories, right? There are idyllic and poetic English crew necks and wool cardigans, and the dark stockings that every British girl wears.
There are teenagers who are secretly in love with bright smiles, close girlfriends, teachers and gossip, and art galleries.
Oh how beautiful everything looks.
If time can be frozen forever... Wake up, don't be brainless!
The little devil in reality tells you with a grinning smile that the only constant in the world is that everything is changing.
So the protagonists grow up, and they see reality little by little in the process of growing up.
No past, no future, no stressful life just because they are a captive reserve organ.
Fresh, jumping organs, the soul becomes a pretext for elegance. They don't need to know how to live in human society, and in the eyes of the outside world, they are non-human beings.
Is it fair? fair. Is it equal? unequal.
Humans domesticated wild boars into domestic pigs and raised them for meat and cloned humans for the use of reserve organs.
Purposeful reality, selfish and terrifying.
None of this is reason enough for me to cry.
The children accidentally knew their future destiny, well, they did, and I thought someone would try to cross that not-so-high fence next, try to escape, try to resist, but no.
They accepted it calmly, they talked, guessed, hesitated, tried to win as far as possible, and then honestly returned to their roles, they waited peacefully to walk to the operating table, and watched the doctor remove The organs on his body, calmly watching his companions are indifferently unplugged from the respirator - forgotten like a pile of rotten flesh.
in good order.
The brainwashing education of clones has been a great success, and they are the "donors".
In fact, each of us is also a donor to this society. When we grow up to a certain age, we must go to society. In order to survive, we donate our physical and mental strength, and enjoy small pleasures within the allowed range.
Hayerson has a low wall, the walls of our world are transparent, in the heart.
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