The robot heroine wears a wig, drives a car, listens to a band, and does everything she can to make herself "more human."
But in the end, even the body is not his own.
Here one cannot help but ask: what is "existence"?
As a human, what is the meaning of your existence in this world?
How do you define your short decades on earth?
With death as the starting point of thinking, everything is illusory.
As a result, we can see that humans are so panicked.
Every day I keep spitting lotus flowers or I still can't spit out ivory from my dog's mouth,
just to leave my traces, the value of my existence, and to create the so-called spiritual world and human civilization.
The hostess hastily posted me here and there because, as she said, no one paid her any attention.
Are we really just going to stick "I'm here" stickers all over the place and console ourselves with brutality?
Looking at human beings from the perspective of robots: the poor have won the attention and recognition of others all their lives, and
in the end, what remains is actually just the so-called "culture" of the human race to entertain themselves.
Just like that label.
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