These days the elites are so clever, that they set numerous rules to allocate 90% of the resources in this world to themselves. They call these rules "Law".
The machines are working so hard, that they could produce things more than we need. They call themselve "Human".
So the majority left (mediocre people) got nothing to do and live off social welfares. They call themselves "Artists".
See, people in this heaven-like future world are so perfect, that everyone is living in happiness and absolute freedom, including the Freedom of Laziness.
* some of the symbols in the above article, such as "%", "." etc. might be copyrighted materials. If the article is not for personal or educational purposes, the writer has to pay a HUGH amont of money to "Glbbal Symbols Copyrights Association". Again it was setup by a group of elites.
** whether the "mediocre" is against the "World Discrimination Law" is still under debate, so i have to give it a blanket.
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my mini leopard and beef steak ...
My mini leopard's body is hanging and swinging slowly in the air. It has no intention to release its mouth, neither me, to release my hand holding the beef steak. The instant it saw me took out this bloody piece of beef meat from the refrigerator, it jumped up and bite at its "prey". At this moment we're looking at each other, the atmosphere is getting tense. I know eating raw meat is its instinct but this piece of meat is very important to me also. This is the first time I learn cooking and the beef steak is a vital ingredient of the my dish. I want to grill a beef steak for my mother's dinner next month and so have to practise beforehand. It's my father told me mum love to eat beef steak very much. Quite an irony, I've never heard him said my mum love him very much. Its eyes are so determined and so are mine. I won't let my mini pet ruin my whole plan. Luckily, I still got one hand free and I begin to attack .... my fingers are scratching its belly ...
Lately I read a book. Several lines are very interesting. "The ancient indian caste system still exists in our new world. In our modern system, each caste is not distinguished by race, birth or wealth but our exaggerated self-esteem." ooh ... that maybe why my mother, father and I are now living in three different houses in three different countries ....
Lately I read a book. Several lines are very interesting. "The ancient indian caste system still exists in our new world. In our modern system, each caste is not distinguished by race, birth or wealth but our exaggerated self-esteem." ooh ... that maybe why my mother, father and I are now living in three different houses in three different countries ....
Dinner with my mother ...
what a surprise ! This morning i receive a call from my mother, says she'll come to my home to have dinner next month. It's the tenth time since I moved to this home. She is a renowed lawyer in the city, an "elite" in our new world society and a good mother in many ways. She would chat with me almost every night, about my health, my friends, my mini leopard and everything, of course through the message screen. I really want to live in her home but I dare not request. According to the law, I've such a right. But I remember two years ago when I was 12, I came across her on the street shopping with her friends happily. I ran to them and say "hi", as a daughter I naturally held her hand but she withdrew. From that moment on, I knew my existance might embarrass her. I'm not that bad. I just failed the compulsory "Intelligence Test" (a little below average) at 3 and now have a bland appearance. No, I personally think my big eyes are very attractive. Maybe I'm not a daughter could make her proud of, especially in front of her "elite" friends. She is a good mother however. She never blame me. I 'm sure one day if I became a top scientist, doctor, lawyer, business owner or any kinds of professional in this heaven-like new world . She would introduce me to her "elite" friends. But I'm sure that day won't come. I lack motivation to do everything and simply want to be a "free person", an artist ... like my father ... a man whom my mother said is the biggest regret in her life.
These days the machines do all the production works. The civilized adults could either be a "professional" or "free person". The professionals are all carving for perfection and could not tolerate any flaw. They just have two goals in their life ... looking for a non-existing "perfect mate" and compliments from the little angels.
(c) pinkwork novel
These days the machines do all the production works. The civilized adults could either be a "professional" or "free person". The professionals are all carving for perfection and could not tolerate any flaw. They just have two goals in their life ... looking for a non-existing "perfect mate" and compliments from the little angels.
(c) pinkwork novel
Suddenly a wild boar appears ...
The primitive people are wielding sharp knives, vow to torture the thousand-year-old tree to death. One of them who behaves most crazily, stabs the knife in hand straight into the trunk. Sap is pouring out along the knife handle and his hairy hand. An exaggerated painful cry burst out, from the civilized crowd beyond the restricted zone.
All giant shopping malls, public squares and open areas around the world are crowded with people. They are holding their breath, keep their eyes on the big screens in front. The others are either sitting in the coffee shops or sofa at home, watching their mobile players. At this moment, civilized people all over the world are all looking at the same screen. I just wake up, as usual turn on the message wall, so become one of them. The image on the screen is not so attractive, well, just a vast expanse of grassland standing a big old tree. The content provider has arranged different angle and distance shots for the audiences to choose. The news art director professionally selects only the most funny and emotional faces on the spot. Background music and sound effects are also perfectly added. However, this time the event developes so slowly and the tree cannot move, same image repeats again and again, audiences all got bored. I take a yawn.
I'm still halfly asleep, so too lazy to turn off the screen. My coffee-cup sized "mini leopard" sits on my belly, gazing at the screen, seems so intrigued. How could it be? It's just a laboratory created mini pet for civilized people to play, should not has any feeling toward its ancestors' habitat -- the African Savanna. Thirty minutes has passed, the tree keeps standing still. The whole world is like frozen. Suddenly a wild boar appears on the screen. Since it is too close to the camera. Firstly I see a big big nose, then two sharp tooth, a round belly .... In the midway, it stops for a while to eat the little sharp pink flower on the ground. Finally, its worm-like wagging tail is passing by the camera. The whole picture is so funny. I burst into laughter.
The voice-over narration is explaining the background of this thousand-year-old tree which rose to fame overnight. It's boring but several lines interest me very much.
"All inhabitants of the permanent green zone enjoys free education, medical, housing and food provided by the world government. The children there can play under the big trees all day round. The adults do not need to work. 99% of them are artists and writers. Yes, of course, no any construction work is allowed in the green zone. Even moving a stone with a diameter larger than 30 cm requires prior permission from the world parliament. Since the Green Bill passed 80 years ago, not a single permission has been granted. Yesterday a bunch of primitive people won the district election, their leader could not wait to carry out his promise at once. They're going to destory the oldest tree in the world ... "
These days all people in our heaven-like new world are living in harmony. The "professionals" look down on each other, but they're willing to donate a small proportion of their weaths to support this new world. "Free persons" live off social welfare, but they work hard on all kinds of artistic creations. The "little angels" (people aged below 18) are all worshipped by the adults and living in their own little worlds. The machines do all the production works. No one is superior to and cares about others, so no conflicts ... except when they all got an urge to possess a little angel.未來世界的某一日。
那群原始人個個手拿著尖刀，誓要將千年古樹虐待至死。其中一個特別瘋狂的，率先衝前將尖刀直插入樹幹。樹汁即時源刀柄和長滿毛的原始人的手滴下。一陣淒厲的慘叫聲，是封鎖線外那群文明人發出的 ...
All giant shopping malls, public squares and open areas around the world are crowded with people. They are holding their breath, keep their eyes on the big screens in front. The others are either sitting in the coffee shops or sofa at home, watching their mobile players. At this moment, civilized people all over the world are all looking at the same screen. I just wake up, as usual turn on the message wall, so become one of them. The image on the screen is not so attractive, well, just a vast expanse of grassland standing a big old tree. The content provider has arranged different angle and distance shots for the audiences to choose. The news art director professionally selects only the most funny and emotional faces on the spot. Background music and sound effects are also perfectly added. However, this time the event developes so slowly and the tree cannot move, same image repeats again and again, audiences all got bored. I take a yawn.
I'm still halfly asleep, so too lazy to turn off the screen. My coffee-cup sized "mini leopard" sits on my belly, gazing at the screen, seems so intrigued. How could it be? It's just a laboratory created mini pet for civilized people to play, should not has any feeling toward its ancestors' habitat -- the African Savanna. Thirty minutes has passed, the tree keeps standing still. The whole world is like frozen. Suddenly a wild boar appears on the screen. Since it is too close to the camera. Firstly I see a big big nose, then two sharp tooth, a round belly .... In the midway, it stops for a while to eat the little sharp pink flower on the ground. Finally, its worm-like wagging tail is passing by the camera. The whole picture is so funny. I burst into laughter.
The voice-over narration is explaining the background of this thousand-year-old tree which rose to fame overnight. It's boring but several lines interest me very much.
"All inhabitants of the permanent green zone enjoys free education, medical, housing and food provided by the world government. The children there can play under the big trees all day round. The adults do not need to work. 99% of them are artists and writers. Yes, of course, no any construction work is allowed in the green zone. Even moving a stone with a diameter larger than 30 cm requires prior permission from the world parliament. Since the Green Bill passed 80 years ago, not a single permission has been granted. Yesterday a bunch of primitive people won the district election, their leader could not wait to carry out his promise at once. They're going to destory the oldest tree in the world ... "
These days all people in our heaven-like new world are living in harmony. The "professionals" look down on each other, but they're willing to donate a small proportion of their weaths to support this new world. "Free persons" live off social welfare, but they work hard on all kinds of artistic creations. The "little angels" (people aged below 18) are all worshipped by the adults and living in their own little worlds. The machines do all the production works. No one is superior to and cares about others, so no conflicts ... except when they all got an urge to possess a little angel.未來世界的某一日。
那群原始人個個手拿著尖刀，誓要將千年古樹虐待至死。其中一個特別瘋狂的，率先衝前將尖刀直插入樹幹。樹汁即時源刀柄和長滿毛的原始人的手滴下。一陣淒厲的慘叫聲，是封鎖線外那群文明人發出的 ...
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