activa-t Chapter 281 Hamster
Chapter 281 Hamster
Chapter 281 Hamster
When did things become the way they are now?
Little Voss felt that his memory seemed a little fuzzy.
Oh, he remembered.
That was when he was four years old.
His hamster was killed by a neighbor's dog.
Like many of his peers, he was heartbroken.
At the same time, he was also very puzzled, why the neighbor's pet dog, who usually seemed so docile, would kill his hamster so ruthlessly?
So, his dad held him and watched a documentary.
It was a documentary documenting the wildlife of the African savannah.
He watched the African buffalo struggling to protect its cubs against the lions on the screen, and thought of his hamster, crying even more sadly.
"Why are they attacking this calf?"
Little Voss, who was still young at the time, couldn't understand what a carnivore was and what a herbivore was, so he finally couldn't help sobbing and asked.
"Because this is nature," his father replied. "In nature, all creatures just want to survive, and those who are strong will prey on the weak."
"So..." The young man seemed to understand something.
"Yes, so your hamster will be killed." Old Voss replied, "Because you didn't protect it properly, it will lose its life in the face of a much stronger dog."
"But..." Little Worth asked, "Then... then if dogs are so hateful, why do people keep dogs? Then can I kill that dog to avenge my hamster?"
Old Voss laughed: "No. Because we are human beings, we have got rid of the cycle of the weak and the strong in nature. Being strong is not a power that allows us to abuse the weak."
Little Wass looked at his father in confusion, he still couldn't understand.
However, his father didn't seem to intend to let him know everything now.
Old Voss patted his son's head and carried him to bed.
When I was in elementary school.
Little Voss studies very hard.
He loved seeing his father smile every time he was praised.
Until one time, it was a time when I went home alone after school.
On the way, he was stopped by some gangsters.
Finally, half an hour later than usual, he came home dirty and gritted his teeth to find his father's bodyguard, who was an MP, shouting that he would teach those bastards a lesson.
After his mother asked nervously, he was called into the study alone by his father.
He clearly remembered that the tears on his face hadn't been wiped clean.
"Do you remember your hamster?" were his father's words.
He clearly remembered that he was stunned at that time. For a child, although that memory has never been forgotten, but he can hardly experience the sadness of the past from it.
Before he could answer, old Voss sat down on the chair beside his desk.
"Don't be that dog."
The next day, the gangsters were all sent to the police station.
In middle school, the school organized everyone to watch Captain America's educational documentary.
He returned home full of doubts.
This time, he took the initiative to find his father.
"Is this what you said, what we need to pursue?"
"Yes." Old Voss looked at his son with a little relief, "Being able to restrain the strong and protect the weak is the reason why human beings have worked hard to distinguish them from those wild animals for thousands of years.
"If you think about it carefully, all the morals and laws of human beings are actually restricting our own nature, which comes from the nature of the ancient jungle. In the wild, there is no creature that does not think about how to get the most benefits for itself. "
"But..." Old Worth laughed, "In modern society, money is the basic necessities of a person's life, but every method that can harm other people's interests and arbitrarily collect money without cost written in the penal code.
"In wild animals, there is nothing to restrain you and forbid you to hurt others, but we are human beings.
"Remember, only lunatics and lunatics will believe in power, and the truly strong will only respect the weak."
Is that so?
He thought about it carefully, and it seemed that something was wrong.
That was when he was four years old.
His hamster was killed by a neighbor's dog.
Like many of his peers, he was heartbroken.
At the same time, he was also very puzzled, why the neighbor's pet dog, who usually seemed so docile, would kill his hamster so ruthlessly?
So, his dad held him and watched a documentary.
It was a documentary documenting the wildlife of the African savannah.
He watched the hyena tearing at the wildebeest carcass on the screen, and thought of his hamster, crying even more sadly.
"Why do they kill wildebeests and eat them?"
Little Voss, who was still young at the time, couldn't understand what a carnivore was and what a herbivore was, so he finally couldn't help sobbing and asked.
"Because this is nature," his father replied. "In nature, all creatures just want to survive, and those who are strong will prey on the weak."
"So..." The young man seemed to understand something.
"Yes, so your hamster will be killed." Old Voss replied, "Because it is not strong enough, it will lose its life in the face of a much stronger dog."
"But..." Little Wass asked, "then...then why didn't the dog kill the man?"
Old Voss laughed: "It's very simple, because humans are stronger than it, so it just bows its head humbly and wags its tail in front of humans, begging us to give them food and shelter."
Little Wass looked at his father in confusion, he still couldn't understand.
However, his father didn't seem to intend to let him know everything now.
Old Voss patted his son's head and carried him to bed.
When I was in elementary school.
Little Voss studies very hard.
He loved seeing his father smile every time he was praised.
Until one time, it was a time when I went home alone after school.
On the way, he was stopped by some gangsters.
Finally, half an hour later than usual, he came home dirty and gritted his teeth to find his father's bodyguard, who was an MP, shouting that he would teach those bastards a lesson.
After his mother asked nervously, he was called into the study alone by his father.
He clearly remembered that the tears on his face hadn't been wiped clean.
"Do you remember your hamster?" were his father's words.
He clearly remembered that he was stunned at that time. For a child, although that memory has never been forgotten, but he can hardly experience the sadness of the past from it.
Before he could answer, old Voss sat down on the chair beside his desk.
"Don't be a hamster."
The next day, those gangsters were all sent to the hospital.
In middle school, the school organized everyone to watch Captain America's educational documentary.
He returned home full of doubts.
This time, he took the initiative to find his father.
"Why do you say that protecting the weak is the right thing to do?" he asked, "Shouldn't you try to be a strong person?"
"Because most people in this world are weak." Old Voss replied, "If we are like those wild animals, then we must do our best to survive like wild animals, even if we are at the top of the food chain. lion.
"Do you think that if we humans want to eat meat, we need to fight zebras, wildebeests or even buffaloes as hard as lions?"
"Of course not." Little Wass replied decisively, "We have farms and livestock, and they will be sent to the slaughterhouse to become our steak."
"That's right." Old Voss smiled, "This is the truth that humans have only understood after thousands of years of evolution.
"When you raise cattle, they don't need to worry about the lions and wolves that may come at any time when they live in the shed, and they don't need to worry about the withered grass in winter will make them hungry. So, they Very happy to live in the pastures we humans have built for them.
"Do you think we are protecting them?"
"Of course not, we're just raising them. When they grow up, it's time for us to do something like them." Little Voss shook his head.
"You see, the ancestors of cattle and sheep used to run wild in the wild. Those strong bison can even kill predators who dare to provoke them. However, when they feel that human beings, who are far stronger than them, will When you protect them, provide them with food, and provide protection, they will let go of all their vigilance and abandon all their defenses, but they don't know that in the end, what awaits them is the butcher's knife."
Little Voss frowned.
"So, do you understand now?" Old Worth said, "The so-called protection and the so-called justice are the pastures we provide for those ordinary people, and the so-called laws are the corrals we made for them! They think they can rely on us, so they are willing to give us their all.
"Remember, only the weak and fools will believe in justice and morality, and the truly strong have only strength!"
……
Little Wass knocked lightly on the door of the hidden office.
"Come in." There was a cold response from the room.
He walked in cautiously, seeming to be careful to determine the propriety of his behavior with each step.
"What's the matter?" The person behind the desk was not very old, and seemed to be the same age as him.
"The new security system has been rearranged according to your requirements." Little Wass reported respectfully, "So, my father wants to ask if there is anything else that needs to be done?"
"It's nothing." Compared with talking to him, the young man behind the desk seemed more obsessed with studying the robot head with countless lines on his desk.
Little Wass didn't feel any dissatisfaction after being neglected by the other party. He bowed respectfully and exited the room.
Respect the strong.
He took a hard look at what he had just done to see if he had failed in any way.
After confirming in his heart that there was no problem, he resumed his arrogant posture of raising his head and chest, completely ignoring the staff who stopped to say hello to him.
(End of this chapter)