Walk around the United States with the earth in your arms

Song Fang spread his hands and said, "I'm sorry."

Telling Charles about the backhand limitations of the Sentinel's capabilities was a bit like exposing his own shortcomings. But Song Fang felt that since he planned to use Charles as an ally in the future, he had to tell the other party the hard limits of his abilities, so as to prevent Charles from being too unrestrained when making plans in the future and letting Song Fang do things that he definitely couldn't do.

For example, like now, the plan that Charles spread out in front of the two of them contained content that Song Fang's ability could not realize.

"If you want to study the client's ability quietly, you must copy his ability. And if you want to copy the client's ability, you must let the client use his ability at least once. Ninety-nine percent of it will be destroyed. The peaceful life of the person involved." Charles lay down on the lawn, "Dead knot."

Suddenly he turned over and sat up, "Then we can only bring all the mutants to the land I bought."

Song Fang closed his eyes and tried hard to control the corners of his mouth from twitching, "Charles, where is your land?"

"Texas is a farm." Charles said. "The facilities are very complete. There are cattle, sheep, and land for growing food. It is currently being taken care of by professionals. I can take it over at any time. It is a certain distance from the nearby city, but I want to It’s easy to get there, so it’s convenient for material exchange. This is a paradise I carefully selected for them.”

"Do you call this a paradise?" Song Fang said, "Well, Charles, if you were asked to give up coffee, give up barbecue, give up your mother, give up the opportunity to wander in the library, give up everything you want to do now and want to do in the future. , would you be willing to just exchange for a peaceful life?"

When Song Fang mentioned "coffee and barbecue", Charles was not moved at all; when he mentioned "mother", his brows twitched; when he mentioned giving up the library and the book, he couldn't help but frown.

But he still said, "If necessary, I will do it. This is my salvation."

"I'm sorry, I don't think this is salvation." Song Fang said, "You forcefully pull out each plant from the place where they grew up, and then bury it in a new piece of land, telling them that this land is better. , but you don’t care about the pain of their roots tearing apart? How can you ensure that they can adapt to this land and survive? How can you ensure that their roots will not fight each other in order to survive? "

"You don't fully understand what I mean!" Charles was a little anxious. "I never wanted mutants to be separated from society. I just wanted to find them and protect them before humans hurt them, and wait until they are able to cope with their own abilities. , can coexist harmoniously with humans in society, and they can leave at any time. The paradise I prepared for them is not for them to escape, but a school!"

"I understand what you mean, Charles. On the contrary, you didn't understand me." Song Fang swallowed a sip of bitter coffee, "I mean, your school cannot protect your students."

Charles subconsciously asked "Why?"

"There are many reasons, but in the final analysis, there is only one." Song Fang said, "Because you have chosen the wrong person to teach.

"You can't single out a segment of the human race and tell them, 'You're not like everyone else,' and then tell them, 'But you have to live with everyone else.' Just like you can't tell a child that this one The apple is actually not an apple but a pear, and then he told him that he had to eat the pear as an apple.

"That way, not only the people you selected, but the rest of the people will also come and ask you why."

Song Fang moistened his throat again, "Okay, let's continue with your plan. If there are indeed mutants who are fed up with human society and come to your school, and you teach them how to control their abilities, what happens next?

"Originally, the public did not understand the existence of mutants. Then you and I found out the mutants and made them realize that there is a group of people who can control their thoughts and harm them. What will they think?

“You and I split mutants and humans from one camp into two camps, and let them look at each other, are they more likely to see the similarities in each other, or are they more likely to see the differences?

"How do we convince normal humans that mutants actually have control over their abilities?

“How do we make mutants believe that normal humans can trust them to actually control their own abilities?

“How do we get two different groups to trust each other?

"Fear is often more powerful than reality. People are afraid of the possible future and are willing to eradicate it. Little do they know that it is often this idea that turns the future they fear into reality.

"At that time, do you want mutants to follow your teachings and continue to be gentle to humans, or do you want them to take up arms and rise up to resist?

"If it's the former, how do you guarantee that they won't be massacred by humans? If it's the latter, how do you guarantee that they won't massacre humans?"

After Song Fang finished speaking, he looked at Charles.

Charles was choked by Song Fang's barrage of questions.

If Charles has never considered the doubts raised by Song Fang, it is doubting his IQ.

But he didn't want to wait any longer.

The experience of lonely search as a child always lingered in his mind. Everyone thought he was a child prodigy, and even the fellow mutant sitting across from him took his proficiency in using his abilities for granted. No one knows how much effort he put into this, and how many times he almost made a wrong step and fell into the abyss.

How many mutants are standing at the crossroads of fate, uncertain? How many mutants have chosen the wrong path and are running towards the abyss of eternal destruction?

He wants to save them.

He certainly anticipated the public's fear of the existence of mutants. But he believes that before ordinary people's fear of mutants can be addressed, mutants need to first accept their existence.

After all, those with mutant abilities are mutants. They must first be able to control their own abilities and not harm others before they can make others give up their fear of them.

Since God has chosen to give them abilities beyond ordinary people, they must bear responsibilities beyond ordinary people.

But Song Fang's words forced Charles to face the question of whether the public would give mutants this opportunity and time.

"One more thing." Song Fang took a sip of coffee and put down the cup, "How do you ensure that all mutants want to coexist peacefully with ordinary people?"

Charles shuddered.

To be honest, he really hasn't thought about this problem.

Although he was troubled by his abilities when he was a child, it was only self-trouble and he never received a blank look because of his abilities. Moreover, he has lived a privileged life since he was a child, and he is the center of attention wherever he goes. Others may hate him, perhaps out of jealousy, but it is definitely not out of discrimination.

Charles was never discriminated against.

So he never thought about resisting anything.

So he never thought about the possibility that mutants were unwilling to accept his help.