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Announcer: Sosruko in winter.

A blackboard was pushed back behind the announcer, who stood with his hands down.Three cuckoos came on stage and stood side by side.The boy with the crown on his head appears and sits in front of the blackboard.

The young man with the crown, his voice did not fluctuate: what I want to say today is.

The announcer turned around and wrote on the blackboard and showed: Ao.slow.

Crown Boy: Where did the arrogance of the new humans begin?It must be traced back to the source of their life.The products of these in vitro wombs, the assembly line products of these laboratory hybrids, the amniotic fluid that bred them is cold, and what feeds them is not the mother's warm milk, but artificially synthesized knowledge, knowledge, of course they have learned heads, wisdom Favor!But wisdom is not intelligence, erudition is not omnipotent, because omniscient and omnipotent, they slack off learning and feeling.Their ability to describe feelings is equivalent to that of children learning to speak; they use lengthy language formats to cover up their pale expression ability, unwavering emotions, and empty core; they use cumbersome etiquette to avoid sincere communication, and they abandon it.

The announcer writes on the blackboard: order.class.

The Crown Boys: The Concept of Class.

The announcer wrote on the blackboard: flat.wait.

Crown Boys: The Concept of Equality.Therefore everyone is equal.Thus no one is.

The announcer wrote on the blackboard: Fu.have.

Crown Boy: No one is.

The announcer wrote on the blackboard: Poor.poverty.

Crown Boy: That's because they don't want to face the richness and poverty of their souls!Look at them, a dog dies, an obituary is published for it, a piece of clothing is lost, a missing person is posted for it, a flower withers, three pages are rented for its mourning, no, they call it news , Newspapers, magazines, novels, poetry all died, only the news survived.Because news is standard, only standard can they understand.In the news, there was a farewell ceremony for a woman’s dead singing, but after the obituary was issued, after the missing person notice was published, after the flowers and bones disappeared, and after the woman’s singing was no longer heard, they Just forget about them, and forget them for a moment.No, they don't have the concept of an instant. You have to remember that their concept of time is accurate to the second, so they won't get lost in time. People who escape the control of time are the scariest and most indifferent, but they take this Indifference disguised as reason.Remember, these new humans in the face of mourning are always just playing the role of mourning as informed by their knowledge.They are obsessed with virtual pets, chasing after nothing 'cute', is it because they need love?That's because they want to live like people!And people need love!They are but mechanistic beings!They will not be nostalgic, they will not dedicate their limited brain capacity to the object they profess to love.They don't have memories, because memories are ambiguous, they have only definite concepts, and what are concepts?Concept is not questioning, not questioning, concept is insensitivity, concept is the beginning of death!Therefore, the new human race is bound to perish, and therefore, the Psychic says, it is necessary to object to that concept.

Cuckoo: cuckoo cuckoo.

Crown Boy: It is necessary to oppose that doctrine.Necessary to object to that writing.Words build traps, words create forbidden words, words limit imagination, and words deprive freedom.

Cuckoo: cuckoo cuckoo.

Crown Boy: And here is freedom.It's warm here.Here, people are born from the warm womb of their mothers. Everyone is the father of the child, everyone is the mother of the child, and everyone is the brother and sister of the child. There is warmth and closeness between people. , People get lost in the maze of time, tender memories come up from time to time, people sincerely rejoice for a flower blooming, a life is lost, people may be silent, but they sincerely mourn.Sincere condolences sometimes don't need words!Sometimes silence can express grief to the greatest extent!Here, people plant a seed, wait for it to germinate, wait for it to bloom, wait for it to bear fruit, wait for it to die, bury it, and that seed returns the waiting, it will germinate again, it will bloom again, and the seed completes it through the soil reincarnation.People also have reincarnation. The mother's womb is the soil of this reincarnation. Only the soul that has passed through reincarnation can live forever. Only the soul that has passed through reincarnation can be called the miracle of life. Have you felt it?The energy from ancient human ancestors is rushing in your blood at this time. You are the last descendants of human beings. You have inherited the urge to drink blood, the desire to live in groups, the tendency to violence, the desire to run, and the desire to sing .I hope you have truly free souls.

Cuckoo: cuckoo cuckoo.

The young man with the crown stood up and raised an arm: In order for this freedom to continue, therefore, according to the "Psychic Book", it is necessary to wait, to comfort the hard-working womb, and to respect the ancestors of the previous life; All contact with the new human beings is forbidden, all forms and standards must be banned, and bricks are used to build roofs and tiles are used to build walls. Why not?Why not use jam instead of cement?Why not trample on it with your hands and rub it with your feet?Twin babies have very different souls, why not?Also banned.

The announcer writes on the blackboard: a.people.

Crown Boy: All personality cults are prohibited.

Cuckoo: cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo.

Crown Boy: Still banned.

The announcer wrote on the blackboard: private.have.

Crown Boy: All private property is prohibited.Ban tribalism, ban slavery, ban feudalism, ban groups, ban all systems!Forbidden forbidden desire.Prohibition prohibited!The most important thing is to prohibit naming, the name will only stain the soul with the filth of language!

Cuckoo: cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo.

The young man with the crown swayed from side to side, looking at the sky, his voice remained unchanged: Ah, it's the gravel belt.A collision is inevitable.Brothers and sisters, let’s pray, let’s dream, connect the previous life in the dream, and welcome the future life in the dream.

The crown boy fell to the ground and the crown fell.A boy holding a sword entered the arena, followed by two girls, two boys, they were staggering, and the boy with a sword picked up the crown.

Announcer: Sosruko in the summer.

The boy with the crown was carried off the stage, and a boy in gray clothes appeared on the stage, circling five boys, the boy in gray touched a boy, the boy fell to the ground, and his voice didn't fluctuate: he was depressed.

The boy in gray bumped into another boy, and the boy fell to the ground, his voice remained unchanged: drug control.

The gray-clothed boy bumped into a girl, who fell to the ground, her voice remained flat: a cult of personality.

The boy in gray bumped into another girl, who fell to the ground, her voice remained unchanged: the collective sound was chaotic.

The gray-clothed boy came off the stage, and the fallen boy and girl rolled on the ground, making a monotonous "ah" sound. The sword boy touched the fallen boy with his sword, and the boy stood up, with no fluctuations in his voice: new Who does life belong to?

The boy with the sword replied, his voice remained unchanged: You guys.

The audience shouted: You!

The boy with the sword touched another young man who had fallen to the ground with his sword, and the other young man stood up with no fluctuations in his voice: Who does the free soul belong to?

The boy with the sword replied, his voice remained unchanged: You guys.

The audience shouted: You!

The boy with the sword touched the two fallen girls with his sword, and the two girls stood up with no ups and downs in their voices: Who does the future of the earth belong to?

The boy with the sword replied, his voice remained unchanged: You guys.

The audience shouted: You!

Announcer: Sosruko in the summer has three times the power.

Everyone called the curtain call and left.