The network is unlimited. You become the whole world.
You are everywhere, you are omnipotent, but you will not live forever in a body.
The universe gives mankind an organic body. Even though I am a prosthetic body, I still love you as an organism.
Love is bondage. If time goes back to that moment, will I still watch you sneak into the soul of "it"?
Love is indulgence. I think it will. After all, I can't stop your decision.
However, the thought of you makes me never fall in love with another person.
Being alone in this metal world, your voice is still echoing in your electronic brain.
I think I still need the warmth of the organism.
He came barefoot, squatted down and put the food bowl on the floor. It eagerly wagged its tail in a circle, sat down in front of him, then plunged its head down and started eating. He held its long ears in time with considerable experience and gently placed them outside the food bowl. I couldn't help laughing softly, but the next moment, my eyes suddenly blurred.
Maybe it’s the previous song called Crystal Memories, maybe Ishikawa mentioned the major before, a virus called loneliness, which invaded my brain in fragments, until I saw the warm and warm interaction between Bart and Bujdo, and it was delayed. Only then did the time-effective virus break out violently, making me cry while smiling.
Maybe it's because of owning pets. Seeing Bart doting on Bajido like that, I feel very understanding. No matter how strong the personality and how hot-tempered people are, most of them are too gentle and humble when facing pets. When you are sad, you can get comfort by touching it; when no one talks, you can talk to it; because you are dependent on it, you feel at ease and warm. At the moment I was typing on the keyboard, my cat was sleeping quietly behind the laptop screen. When I finished writing and went to bed, it would immediately follow me. Whether it is a cat or a dog, pets are such a warm existence.
A long time ago, perhaps more than ten years ago, I played a game "Blade Runner" adapted from the movie of the same name on my cousin's computer. Now that I think about it, the world view setting of the game can be regarded as Cyberpunk. I clearly remember that the protagonist has a dog named Maggie. Every time you complete the mission and return to the safehouse, you can interact with Maggie. If you throw away the dog biscuit, it will jump up and catch it happily. For me, who was a little girl back then, that was the most relaxing and interesting part of the whole game. However, as the plot develops, one day when he returns home, it is the cold body of Maggie who is waiting for the protagonist. At that time, I was as sad and angry as if my dog was killed. I don't remember what the plot was afterwards, only the dog named Maggie is always frozen in my memory.
For Bart, after experiencing the rain of bullets and bloody battles, he returned to his dark and quiet den and threw up happily to greet him. It was also an equally important existence. The whole body of him is prosthetic, and Bajidu probably means more. Its organic body will always be hot and coaxing to bring people warmth. It reminds him all the time that he has had the same hot body that can make people warm, so that he always remembers that he still has things he wants to take care of and protect.
I have always liked Bart. Among the nine subjects, his brain is not the smartest, and his skill is not as good as the major. Sometimes he is careless and occasionally reckless to get into trouble, but he counts him the most affectionate and righteous. In SAC, he used his fist to awaken the formerly respected boxer; in the episode of The Sunset Plan, he defeated the unforgettable nightmare with incomparably strong willpower. 2nd GIG, Berlin caught Angel Feather, his sense of justice prevented him from making up a white lie to a little girl.
Bart loved the major. He loves, but not entangled.
"When do you want to watch a movie together?" "
I will watch the movies that I particularly want to watch."
"...Then, what about the movies that you don't want to see so much?
"
"...Well, that's right. Like your style."
Bart loved the major. He loves, but he doesn't overstep the rules.
At the end of SAC, even next to the floor-to-ceiling windows where the atmosphere was just right, they didn't even ask for a hug. He opened his mouth to break the silence, and then took out the watch that he almost fetched back from his trouser pocket. Because he knew that it was something extremely important to her.
Bart loved the major. He loves and does not give up.
Every time the plot develops to its climax, this big, loyal dog-like man always yells "Motoko!!!!", desperately rushing to save people. From the first theatrical version to the 2nd GIG, there is no exception. With broad and thick arms, he shoulders the cross in the name of love, even though it is heavy, he will never give up lightly.
However, she still left, maybe sooner or later. She belongs to a wider world. She is alone in the world, without desire or demand. She said, as long as you are connected to the Internet, I will be by your side. But sure enough, something was different from the past. Very important thing. He knew that he had lost a certain possibility forever.
Probably because I also love someone who can never get a response, I know how it feels: the thoughts that are nowhere to be kept ferment in my chest until they become strong acid, and my desire for happiness bit by bit. Corrosion is exhausted. If you know that that person already has joy and happiness, you can get some relief, and you can get liberation and redemption from this endless jail of longing. However, the person answered unambiguously: "Happiness? What a nostalgic value." If the one you love doesn't care about happiness at all, then can you not desire it anymore?
But what's worse than me is that what I love is just an ordinary person, just a point in this huge matrix. But the major has been transformed into the whole world. No matter where he goes, he can see her afterimage, hear her echo, and smell her breath. Such an omnipresent and omnipresent existence will never be there. Stopped beside him. I am afraid there is no deeper loneliness than this in the world.
"If the gods we believe in and the hope we chase are just scientific quantification, then will our love also be scientific?"
Then, what about the loneliness that always gnaws at the soul?
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