2005-11-25. 21:00.
Waking up from a series of weird, gloomy, and heavy nightmares.
To be precise, it is still half-dream and half-awake.
The five or six hours of slumber did not refresh me, on the contrary, it became more tired, as if being hit by a blunt object.
Fragments of the nightmare and great sadness entangled me. Vaguely remembering the fuzzy boundary between the real world and the imitation world that appeared in the dream, facing the fundamental doubts and fears of survival.
I slowly remembered that I fell asleep after watching "Escape from the Clone Island". Those sad fragments emerged immediately:
Starveld broke free from the operating table where he was cut in 2D blood and tears, with the pipes all over his body and the saws still stuck in his abdomen, running without direction, crying, and howling. The guards quickly stepped forward to subdue him, dragging him from the ground to the operating room alive with ropes. Starveld cried desperately in 2D: "I'm going to the Holy Island! You promised it!" The doctor who came to the side just said indifferently: "Don't hurt him." (In order to obtain living organs. )
Lincoln 6E and Jordan 2D heard the truth of their entire "existence" for the first time from McCord, a human who sympathized with them, while escaping from the cloned islands. It was cruel to the bone. Innocent Jordan 2D obviously hasn't been able to accept this fact, she almost weakly argued: "But I have a mother. I grew up on a farm, I have a puppy, and a bicycle..." McCord hits She broke her: "Yes, it's a little pink princess car. You ride to your grandma's house. When you ring the bell, she will come out with cookies on a plate and give it to you." "Yes..." "No, then It’s an implanted memory. A friend of mine is a programmer, and he has shown it to me. Just 12 stories, they have slightly changed some details, but in fact they are all the same. You think your life before the pollution is actually It never happened."
Lincoln 6E and Jordan 2D, who had survived a series of life and death escapes, sat on the top of a building, sheltering from the rain. Through this night, they plan to find their own "master" and ask for help. Jordan shivered in 2D. "It's cold." Lincoln 6E gently held her in his arms. It's just that. In their "life" of 3-4 years, they did not know anything about "male and female". They only have a simple friendship with each other. And any "approach to discomfort" will be stopped in time. And on this rainy night, love fell on the young humans, but they didn't know it. It's pitiful. It's pitiful.
The end of the film is like all Hollywood blockbusters. The cloned island was destroyed. All the clones saw the sun for the first time. They were shocked. Run and shout like children (they are indeed children in nature). They rushed out of the cloned island and saw the sky, the earth, clouds, trees and mountains for the first time in their "lifetime". On the yellow ground, thousands of people wearing exactly the same snow-white uniforms felt the real sand and dust, the real breathing and life for the first time. This scene is indeed exciting. The beautiful ship "Renavatio" (Latin, meaning "resurrection, rebirth") that appeared repeatedly in the protagonist's dream has also set sail.
But what about "After Nora leaves"? Can they really be "reborn" when they enter such a larger "new heaven and new earth"? In our world, isn't it a "clone island" that is larger, with more sophisticated and secretive control technology, so that almost no one can detect it?
Yes, in our time, many people face survival without any confusion. We lived comfortably and calmly, and achieved "real happiness". We are domesticated as people who accept all mainstream values and rules of the game, work hard to "struggle", pass the most important tests in the world, become qualified "useful talents", and then live a "successful and decent" life. In essence, this does not seem to be much different from those clones who are being raised. The only value of their existence is to provide useful "living organs." And by eliminating our own personalities and unlimited possibilities, we shape ourselves into specialized "personnel" to be "used" for the world. The only difference is that the clones will still feel the pain and sorrow of tears, and we are no longer suffering. Maybe, still very happy (isn't this the most IN word of this era?).
In a trance, I remembered Zhuangzi's cold and wise fable:
"Huizi said that Zhuangzi said: "I have a big tree, and people call it awkward. Its big roots are bloated but not in Shengmo, and its twigs are curly and unruly. Li Zhitu, the craftsman ignores. Today's words are big and useless, and everyone will go with them. "Zhuang Zi said: "I can't see the raccoon dog alone?" Those who humble themselves and wait for Ao; things jump off the beam, do not avoid high and low; in the middle of the machine, die of ignorance. Today's husband's cow is as big as a cloud hanging down from the sky. This can be a big deal, but not a rat. Today there is a big tree, it is useless to suffer from it, why not the tree in the land of nothing, the wild in the wild, the hesitation is almost nothing to its side, and it is like lying under it. Those who don't have a catastrophic axe, those who are harmless, have nothing to do, and they are in trouble! "
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