The Sims: Heartbroken

"Do you think I'm cold?"

Yang Li asked hesitantly.

After all—look at him.

He didn't look like a strong type, he didn't look fierce, and he even had an unexpected gentleness—cold?Nothing to do with him.

"Yes, yes, you are so cold."

"hold head high?"

It even looks cute and cute.

"Feeling no empathy, refusing to accept social institutions—did you know you're just a finger away from being a sociopath? Don't mention you're still a heartbreaker."

Wade's hands grabbed Yang Li's collar roughly.

"How ridiculous, 90.00% of people who know you think you will be a good person."

"Don't you think I am?"

"Yeah, I think! The other ten percent is that bloody control freak! Did you hear me scolding you? Dead—control freak—!"

Wade found a small thing from under Yang Li's collar, yelled a few words at it regardless, and then crushed it hard.

"Sometimes you make me feel amazing. Is it my illusion? You seem to know everything." Yang Li looked at the messy debris and threw these high-tech wreckage into the trash can, "This feeling is like yes--"

"I have a God's perspective." Deadpool lit a cigarette. "You definitely don't want to know what will happen in the future—I mean, if you continue like this, the future that will happen—"

The world is swallowed by new humans.

Human beings add value without any scruples, and the world is so polluted that it cannot survive.

These are so commonplace to Yang Li that he doesn't even feel the need to say them out.

"Stupid new human." He took a puff of cigarette, looked at the stupefied Yang Li, "Stupid bastard."

"..."

Ok?

Yang Li raised his eyebrows.

"Because the new humans don't waste time." He retorted slowly, "Their intelligence is generally two or three times higher than the old humans—"

He's not showing off, he's just stating the facts.

Even if it sounds like enough to get a beating for showing off.

"You're so stupid." Wade threw the cigarette he just took a puff into the trash can - the flames flickered faintly, "Low emotional intelligence, anti-social, and annoying - obsessive-compulsive disorder, promiscuity, extremism..."

"Huh? Am I that bad?"

"—terrible."

Wade looked down.

The stimulating and bitter feeling of tobacco is transmitted with the breath.

"The worst thing...is that I still love you."

"Maybe that means I'm not that bad?"

Yang Li threw a cooling magic into the trash can, and froze the little spark, "——you look like a big cat with a strong sense of territoriality..."

"Cat? No, don't take me for Hello Kitty, I'll bite you... Meow."

... But, cute?

What is this man trying to do by lowering his voice to be cute?Save the world?

Yang Li moved his fingers.

"Tell me...do you think I'm good enough?"

A slightly evil smile appeared on his face.

"—never mind. I'll be better."

It was two o'clock in the morning.

He stands in mid-air.

Yang Li didn't know if he was sleepwalking or something—he was biting the cigarette he got from Wade, standing on top of the whole city, this feeling was extremely strange—staring at the neatly arranged streets, walking quietly fascinated.

Am I a cruel person?

He will help the suffering, and will not empathize with human suffering, nor will he feel any sorrow.

Oh no, he could feel a little.

He can feel a little when a feeling accumulates a hundredfold.

So when I faced that child yesterday...what happened?

He tried to recall that the sadness that accompanied the sharp pain was like smoke, which had long since disappeared with the wind.

Ah—to be honest, he didn't even know if he was in the real world.

Do Sims, this body, have the right to be in pain?

No, because this game was popular in the 27th century, so it should also be a pattern that new humans are accustomed to, right?

It's cold at high altitude, but it's great.

In the virtual world, the ghost's body does not experience heat and cold, and now this almost novel feeling of coldness is very good.

When looking down from a high altitude, the world looks like a game map.

The pure black color of Gotham gradually brought him back to his senses.

After all, look, if it's a game... Gotham wouldn't pass the trial, would it?

"--Hi."

He was greeted.

Yang Li raised his eyes subconsciously.

For a moment—he felt his eyes prick.

The figure seemed to glow.

The bright colors that are incompatible with Gotham, red cape, blue tights, and the S on the chest-it would not be so conspicuous in the middle of the night, just because this person is emitting a small light, which is compared with the dark Gotham , so that he achieved a dazzling effect.

"...Superman?"

The savior, the alien, the good guy.

Savage, totalitarian, killer.

Yang Li raised his hand and touched his hat.

——I heard that he is particularly resistant to magic.

"--Hi."

He smiled harmlessly.

In another way, the world can still be saved.

……Do not.

Why do I think so?

I don't want to be a criminal.

... Are aliens human?

"—Is there anything I can do to help you?"

"I'm thinking about a problem." Yang Li lowered his head slightly, "I have a way to make the world a better place - people will no longer have any disputes, there will no longer be murderers, perverts, terrorism or wars... "

He sounds downright demagogic.

"But what confuses me," he lowered his voice, "is that everyone who knows denies it—and some people think I'm cruel because of it. It's probably the strangest comment I've ever received."

The god of the world looked a little more serious.

Oh, this is really interesting.Given the circumstances, anyone who saw him would probably think there was something wrong with him—mental kind.

Superman fell into pure thinking.

He is wondering, thinking about the reason, and trying to find a way to help me solve the problem.

...that's how a perfect person should be.

Feel sympathetic and genuinely willing to help others.

Hmm - but he's not perfect either?He ended up turning into a Killer.

Criminals or superheroes, gods among men have killed so many people.

He is even the reason for the popularization of gene editing technology.

As an example of "the best people in the world can turn bad".

Humans are not perfect.

Humans cannot evolve to perfection on their own.

This is probably the reason why gene editing technology must be popularized.

"Because it's not perfect?" Superman looked up at the black stranger. "Maybe it does make the world a better place—but people can't accept that. Like you can't It's like killing people when they do bad things..."

not perfect?

How can this be?

--"Do not."

A gust of wind blew - the red cloak was raised, and Yang Li held down his top hat.

"You killed."

"—?!"

He used this sentence as a basis for rebuttal.

"You just kill people who do bad things, or even people who don't do bad things, who just stand up to you - people accept that."

Because they have no way to resist.

"—so it's a false example..."

"...what, wait, what?"

Superman looked confused.

... When did I kill someone? ?