Chapter 1563
Words:530Update:22/08/04 14:51:49
I'm sorry, I haven't updated in the past two days. Part of the reason is objective: I got on the plane on the 31st, experienced an extremely long transfer of more than 20 hours, and just happened to be in my menstrual period (I didn't dare to show any discomfort, for fear of being taken away as an infected patient and quarantined). It wasn't easy for me to finally return home, and I only turned on the computer today after resting.
Part of the reason is subjective: During this period of time, I've been repeatedly checking the news like everyone else. I really can't remember when was the last time I experienced this kind of anger, depression, and powerlessness. Many things and news even made me want to kill, to say that I didn't have the mood to type is an understatement. There was too much anger and accusation, but when I looked at the date, well, I can't say anymore, the investigation department is at work.
I'll choose the safest target to scold.
I didn't expect that as a science station, Fruit Shell could have such a despicable moment. "Although it can't prove that cats and dogs are the virus's hosts, it can't prove that cats and dogs aren't the virus's hosts either, so just kill them all."
It's the same logic, although there is no evidence to prove that Fruit Shell is the source of the virus, there is no evidence to prove that Fruit Shell is not the source of the virus either, so just bury them on the spot, public health and safety is the most important, right?
What's the point of scientific evidence? As long as we have conspiracy theories and suspicions, we don't even care about fortune-telling.
Wearing the skin of rationality and objectivity, we act selfishly and indifferently, ignoring the reality of life. As long as we are reasonable people, we don't have to be human. The lack of respect for nature, the lack of compassion for living things, led to today's tragedy. But there are still people who want to gain attention from the disaster, promote their existence, and sacrifice the lives of defenseless people to earn clicks for themselves. What's the next step? Execute the infected patients on the spot, okay?
There's nothing I can say, nothing I can do, other than hope that the epidemic will pass soon, hope that the world will get rid of pain and sorrow, what else can I do?
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