Recently, I watched a movie "Daughter of God". It is a very unusual and meaningful zombie movie. After watching it, I couldn't get out. I always felt that I was hit by something. Today I finally understand.
There is a very special existence in the film, the second generation of corpses. Their intelligence and physical strength are far superior to humans, and they also have human emotions. On the surface, these children are no different from humans. It's just that they have mycelium parasitized in their brains, and they can't help being hungry when they see living things, and they want to rush over to eat them. In the last moments of the apocalypse, scientists have been trying to get the vaccine from the strongest and most human girl by dissecting her brain. Hence these conversations.
Are we alive?
Yes.
Since we are alive and higher than you, why sacrifice me to save you?
When the girl opened the last doomsday box like Pandora, her dialogue with the sergeant was:
All will be well, Sergeant.
It's all over.
It's just that everything is over for you, and the world is no longer yours.
Now that I think about it, this metaphor hit me because:
The Internet is a plague, the fungal forest that covers the sky.
The people who are quickly infected by fragmentation and pornographic, gambling, drug, and spam information are the zombie generation, those gluttons, who have lost their basic judgment, are angry and fierce, and walk the dead every day by instinct.
And the promoters of self-media celebrities, internet celebrities, and fragmented learning are the second generation of corpses. They are more suitable for this era and are more simple and rude.
The elites have been sneering at it because everyone cannot accept that the decline of traditional literature is unstoppable, and perhaps the 100,000 people in the media have become the future; The mainstream of the future: the experience of a table of people chatting with each other may be rarely seen in the future. When everyone meets, they are playing with their mobile phones. Those pure and clean flowers will die out in the next month, and children will have dirty expressions when they open their mouths.
When people's attention is more difficult to maintain than goldfish, no one is right or wrong, no one is higher, only who is more suitable for this era of plague.
We don't accept it, just because we don't accept it: the world will one day no longer belong to us.
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