Chapter 22 6. Back to Basics

That night, Xiaomu slept well.Live in paradise and have no nightmares.In the early morning, he woke up suddenly, walked out of the guest room, and wandered casually.The eighty-story hotel was actually empty.Apart from Xiaomu, there were no other guests.The background music of "Story of Time" is playing in every corridor.Why is this so?He suddenly realized that maybe Xiaomi had been waiting for him here for many years.She is the only young person in this desert city.He couldn't figure it out, and didn't want to think about it, so he hurried back to the guest room. Xiaomu was startled, he suddenly found himself in a colorful world.The four walls of the guest room are covered with oil paintings, which are the works of the old man. The style of the paintings is rough, resembling the murals of prehistoric caves: the artist's signature is on the bottom, which is his parents.It seems that they learned to draw in heaven.The old man's artistic imagination is very peculiar, showing extraordinary talent.On the screen, there are whales tearing out their intestines and eating them, monsters with dozens of eyes, dead children sitting on the sofa with a smile on their faces, and ostriches circling around the dead bodies...

In Xiaomu's impression, parents are not like this.I don't know when they had such fun.But since we are in heaven, people will always change, right?No, it's not change either.They seem to have returned to the basics overnight, digging out the hidden subconsciousness again, releasing it freely, and swaying it freely; before coming here, they have to pretend to be serious in front of their children.This is the restraint and killing of human nature by the earlier social forms.Heaven really is extremely free!That's right, the previous parents were just the genetic carriers of Xiaomu and his younger brother.Now the parents are showing their true colors and showing their richness.They used to be tense in front of him all the time, what a suffocating and depressing life they lived!He can't help but be jealous of them and doubt his own existence.He hopes that one day he can also come to heaven, sit on the kang with his parents, and learn from them to describe those perverted things meticulously, stroke by stroke.

So Xiaomu left the hotel.This time, he walked into the alley unknowingly.He saw many motionless people, sitting alone and silent, like abandoned old people.There is also a huge mountain of garbage, which was not seen yesterday.There were a lot of dead animals, including ostriches; others, like synthetic creatures, were dead too, with limbs and arms strewn about.He seemed to have walked into the backyard of heaven that cannot be shown to others, which made him startled and confused, so he fled quickly and returned to the Lord's way.He was walking among the glamorous and crowded old people again, and they turned a blind eye to his intrusion.He still remembers the way to the "Grapes and Knives" functional area and returned to his parents' residence.They were a little displeased with their son's sudden visit, which had not been agreed upon in advance.

Parents are playing a killing game together.There was a dead body lying on the ground. It was the old man's enemy and colleague back then.There are two bloody knives.Parents were eating grapes dipped in blood, and Xiaomu turned pale with fright.While eating, my father said, "It's okay, you can kill anyone in heaven, as long as you apply." My mother said, "Everything here is set up to make the elderly happy. It's a real fairy tale world. It's very free." Father Said: "For us, there is actually no need to apply, because everything is done according to our instructions." The mother said: "Because we are the highest consul." What?Supreme Archon?Xiaomu couldn't believe his ears.The parents touched their mother's face and said with a smile: "The city is ruled by the two of us. This is not a fairy tale." They ate more bloody grapes.

At this time, Xiaomi came after him, and she was not too happy. "You are a guest, without our arrangement, you can't come out casually." She said, "If you want to see your parents, I have to lead you." The parents asked Xiaomu to leave quickly. "They are the highest consuls, so they can't just see each other." Xiaomi scolded Xiaomu.Really Supreme Archon?He thought of the way they yelled and raised their guns in the desert van.Xiaomi took him to see a scene.Tens of thousands of elderly people gathered in the central square, voting for elections.It turned out that they were going to elect the city leader, that is, the highest consul.Xiaomi said: "In heaven, everyone can be a leader and have the highest power. As long as they are legal residents of heaven, their wishes can be fulfilled." "How is this possible?" "Just let them feel satisfied. Leaders What is actually just a name. But what the old man wants is the name? Now, in the twenty-eight miles of heaven, there are a total of 1,385,219 supreme consuls. The family exercises full jurisdiction, but we create an impression on their cerebral cortex through electronic neural devices, as if they run the whole world. Since there is no competition from the young, the old are healthy and live long, So they all want to do some immortal career. People are nothing more than this. Labor and work have become people's first needs here."

Xiaomu thought about the corpse under the knife of his parents, and asked: "What's the matter with killing? Is it also labor and work?" "This is also human nature. We will create some clones for them to kill for entertainment. In Heaven, the level of genetic engineering is very high, and human cloning is designed to have no pain-sensing nerves. But there are not as many old people who have the need to kill people as you imagine, there are only a few hundred thousand." Xiaomu was depressed, as if this was more important. Get to know your parents deeply.When he returned to the hotel, he saw new paintings on the wall.It was just drawn.It is no longer those gloomy ones, but the sea, the sun, the blue sky, flowers, children and so on.They mirror the room, as if projecting the change in mood after the murder of the parents.