Hmm?
Was this the feeling of being freed from all restraints?
Jason was finally able to fully enter that unprecedented clarity, but he also faintly felt that for some reason, there was still something in his heart that could not be completely melted…
Even though it was almost like a mental breakdown, there was still a last trace of unresolvable root knot in time. Thus, it didn't take long before the restart under the consciousness base was almost completed without its owner's awareness.
so
Jason suddenly felt like he should do something.
But what should he do?
There was no clue…
He felt that he would die in this place. However," death " didn't seem to be as terrifying as he had imagined. If it was in the past, it would have been suffocating to see him die in this uninhabited place. But now, he was at a loss. He didn't know what kind of situation death would bring him to, but he vaguely felt that no matter what the situation was, it wouldn't make any fundamental difference...
For some reason, for the first time, Jason felt that the so-called " death " could not really end anything on a more fundamental level.
Can I testify for myself?
Who could prove that he was alive?
What was 'alive'?
In the past, he had taken it for granted that he knew what "living" was. At that time, he had only cared about living but had not cared about what "living" itself was.
However, at this moment, when he truly looked at what "living" was for the first time, he realized that he could no longer believe-or rather, confirm-that he really knew what "living" was…
If these seemingly messy thoughts were to be known by the people on the other side of the world, or even his past self, would they be regarded as abnormal?
The answer was obvious.
Jason suddenly found the reaction of those people funny.
What was 'normal'?
In a world where there were no necessary laws of consciousness, a lightning pool was artificially drawn and used as the standard of judgment. Everyone would then practice this set of standards as proof that this set of standards was justified. Under its judgment, everyone had to be "normal" to be accepted by other so-called "normal people".
Thus, all humans became the product of the same mold. From creatures born free--if their minds really had even a second of "freedom"--all of them were voluntarily or involuntarily reprogrammed into "normal" adults, squeezing each other to death on the only path defined by "normal".
Was there anything more absurd and abnormal than this?
But as long as everyone sees it as normal, then it must be normal. You have to live like this, and you have to ask others to live like this, whether intentionally or not.
This way, no matter if it was normal or not, it was at least fair. Everyone was tied together, where could you escape to?
Then let's all go back to being 'normal'.
Thinking of this, Jason couldn't help but feel a lingering fear. He even had goosebumps. He couldn't imagine that he had been so " normal " for more than twenty years.
If the price of leaving this " normal " was to slide towards death like now, it seemed to be worth it.
Because even "death" was only so terrible in the so-called "normal" world, but these so-called "normal people" did not really know what death was--or even the true truth of anything--they just believed everything that they thought had been proven in the mutual verification of the rumors.
Compared to death, this was perhaps the most terrifying thing.
Jason didn't dare to think about this question anymore. For the first time, he even felt a little lucky about tonight's bizarre and unexpected encounter…
Dizzy and light-headed, these two feelings that had alternated from time to time before, now fused into one.
However, the former appeared slightly higher in his body, while the latter appeared slightly lower…
Gradually, even his weight became less and less tangible.
However, Jason didn't care much about its disappearance. Instead, he found it fresh and interesting.
The hunger had long disappeared, which made the eternal flame in his heart, which had become more and more prominent after coming to this place because of being isolated and had been born from the unresolvable anxiety, lose another important fuel.
As a result, the boundless authority of the prison warden in his previous life began to weaken.
This had never happened before.
For the first time, Jason was able to sneak a peek at the Terror Manager. He had been forced to rush around endlessly by the other party and had no time to look at the master who enslaved him. This kind of coercion was so strong that one could not even realize its existence.
But now that he had seen its face, Jason was at a loss for some reason.
There should be resentment, right?
Why did she feel more like she was pitying herself?
Jason couldn't even imagine what life would be like without this master who enslaved him.
Although everyone claimed to yearn for freedom on the surface, when there was a complete sense of freedom, or even the possibility of true freedom, in front of him, he was at a loss and even terrified.
In a sense, people were willing to be enslaved by various internal and external forces in order to escape true freedom.
It was no wonder that almost all people had a deep-rooted and unconscious tendency to follow the crowd. In this world where they did not care about where they went, they were actually at a loss and were completely scared out of their minds. Only by throwing away their " freedom " and following the crowd could they find a little sense of security, even if it was simply an illusion that they had self-directed and could only deceive themselves. It was an illusion that could not withstand a single blow in the face of reality.
The most interesting thing was that even though it was popular among them to emphasize " personality," it was because the mainstream had sent out a signal for them to pursue personality. Moreover, no matter how varied their so-called " personality " was, they still had similar characteristics inside.
Perhaps the light of true freedom was too strong for people's weak souls to bear. At most, they could only enjoy defined freedom, a fake freedom that could be used to flaunt, but they could not enjoy--they did not even dare to imagine--true, free freedom--freedom that could not and did not need to be defined...
The train station was the only human trail in sight, but at this moment, two parallel tracks had appeared on the ground, left behind by the wheels.
When did a car come?
But he had always been here. Could it be that he didn't notice it when the car arrived?
That was impossible. Even if he was in a daze just now, it was impossible to ignore such a huge moving object that was obviously life-threatening.
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