[comprehensive] villain friend

Washington Strange Tale 【Ⅴ】

"No man is an island,

Can be self-sufficient. "

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After Dolores "returned from shopping" outside, the people around seemed to suddenly become busy.

Rumlow went to Edmund's study that day and had a quarrel with him. The two broke up completely. When Rumlow came out, he gave her a cold look. After that, something seemed to happen. Everyone They all acquiesced that Dolores knew the "Hydra" very well, and no one cared how an outsider like her knew it, and to what extent she knew it.

The only thing that proves that everything happened is that Rumlow and Edmund hate each other. It seems that the two people have a big knot because of some reason. If it is not because they are not simple characters, Dolores doubts them They will try their best to kill each other when they get the chance.

Although the mansion is now getting more and more people, Dolores seems to be ignored by everyone-but maybe it's just because they are too busy.

Rumlow still bears the name of her bodyguard, but she is not often by her side. Edmund spends less and less time in the house, always coming and going in a hurry, but occasionally there will be some strangers in black He frequently entered and exited the backyard with a murderous look on his face.

This house was not very popular, but now it has become a secret military base exclusively for "Hydra"—or it is just one of the entrances to the military base.

So Dolores just stayed in the room alone all day, and didn't even bother to go out the door-it was not a very pleasant thing to stay in Washington obediently, and she didn't feel that she was in a relationship with a bunch of "hydra" Living together would make her feel even slightly better.

Guess it wasn't some damn Washington police drill that day, it was an outright murder, or "cleansing" operation.She doesn't know how many people were murdered and who they are, but she can feel that the forces of Hydra are gradually gathering in Washington. Such a gathering is definitely not for the purpose of participating in the presidential election or celebrating the National Day.

They have a bigger conspiracy.

Dolores could feel the little cogwheels belonging to this organization running non-stop around him, and anyone could guess what kind of huge machine they were going to drive.

If only she knew who the man who was killed was.

That person must be a blocking stone on the road to the expansion of "Hydra". From the position of this blocking stone, the conspiracy of this group of people can be reversed.

They are always like this, and they like to use violence when there are more peaceful ways.They have enjoyed the convenience brought by power, so they moved their little thumbs, turning convenience into brutality.Their hands are stained with countless unnecessary blood, but they don't know that one day they will suffer the consequences.

Dolores stood by the window, looking thoughtfully at the courtyard below.

On the first day of Rumlow's arrival, they brought an instrument into the house—don't know what it was, she always felt like a coffin.Then there are some messy things, a bunch of scientific researchers, all living in the basement.One day she heard a commotion under the floor. The sound insulation of the house was good, but her hearing was also good. When she was on the first floor, she often felt some tremors, as if something was fighting.

Sometimes there will be screaming, the sound of high-pitched machines, some messy chemical experiments...or more incomprehensible but definitely illegal things.

until today--

Dolores stood up straighter and watched a man walk out of the house slowly.

He seemed to be exposed to the sunlight outside for the first time, and he stopped there a little uncomfortable, but he didn't know to stretch out his hand to block the glare of the sunlight, just like a fool, motionless.

The sun shone on his body, on the metal arm that didn't belong to human beings—it shone brightly, reflecting the harsh light, making people's eyes hurt.

Dolores squinted her eyes, and could vaguely see a little red on it, which seemed to be some strange sign.

——The other party was very, very keen, almost aware of Dolores' gaze almost instantly, and looked up.

Fortunately, the two-story building was not too high, and Dolores could see that face clearly.It was an expressionless face with messy hair and a mask that covered half of the face, only the eyes could be seen.But just looking at each other from a distance makes people feel a kind of mechanical indifference-a kind of pure killing intent.

And in this era, isn't it the mechanized, emotionless things that scare people the most?

——Is that human?she asked herself.Or is it just a robot?An emotionless tool?

This is a somewhat silly question, the technology of the times may not be enough to make such a realistic robot, if there is, it would not be so paradoxical to attach metal arms to a simulated robot.

This is a living person, but when people stare at those lifeless eyes, they will doubt their own judgment.

...How could a human being have such eyes?

What exactly did that group of people do? ? ! !They deprive a person of the most important dignity?Ruined a person's most basic humanity?They treat man like a machine, or turn a man into a machine—let him lose his basic physical characteristics as a man, be used like a gun or a dagger, and be completely classified as a "lower" the existence of things?

what a... how...

Dolores felt a loud bang in her head.She stared into the man's eyes, so he stood there unresponsively like a robot, staring back at her in that position motionless.

Dolores felt an inexplicable surge of anger mixed with sadness.

She was a little dizzy and held on to the window sill.

Then a familiar figure appeared in the yard. Rumlow walked over and patted the man on the shoulder, said something, and followed his gaze towards the second floor.

Dolores looked at him coldly.

Rumlow said something to the man, and the man with the metal arm obediently followed him and walked back to the house.

During this time, he did not look at Dolores.

……

"I saw a man today." Dolores opened the seat and looked at Edmund Hayek who was sitting opposite.

The other party was writing something on the document without looking up: "Oh?"

"A man with a metal arm."

Edmon paused for a moment, stopped the pen in his hand, and raised his head: "...don't approach him."

"why?"

"There is no reason." He lowered his head again, his jaw tightened, "The farther away the dangerous weapon is, the better. I thought it was common sense?"

"...Weapons?" Dolores laughed slowly, his anger was like flames, burning on the cold and calm seabed, "You...do you use people as weapons?"

"I don't understand what you're questioning," Edmund said.

"Isn't there enough to question?" she asked rhetorically. "A person, and a weapon. What you're doing is against humanity."

"What? You actually believe what Kant said? 'Man is not a tool'?" Edmund put down the pen in his hand and leaned back on the back of the chair. "How can a person not be a tool in this world? You, Me, those people outside... Aren't we all acting as tools in the dark? Since you can't deny this, why bother to say such things for the same experience of an unrelated person? 'Words of Justice'”

"The same experience?" Dolores tilted her head, "...how rash can you make such a classification? Yes, I can't deny what you said, I can't deny that people live in this world , will more or less always act as a certain tool, knowing or not knowing that he is being used. But in this process, a person has his own dignity, but what about that person?"

She stared at Edmund: "You know what I saw in his eyes? A stripping. The moment I saw him he was no longer human - he was just a killing machine, any Manipulated by those who hold the controller, let those people override him, he no longer belongs to this level of 'humanity' with equal life, but has been stepped into a lower level-"

"Well, I have to interrupt you," Edmund held out a hand, signaling to stop, "You mean equality?"

"Isn't life equal? ​​What's the difference between your life and mine? In the face of death, everyone's life is just a number 1." She said, "Although I don't believe in God, if we die, if we Standing together with your soul, completely dissecting all the added value of living in this material world, could your soul be heavier than mine?"

Edmund watched her.

Dolores took a deep breath: "I know it sounds ridiculous. Someone like me, who disregards life even to his own name, suddenly starts talking about some human rights one day, What dignity, what equality... like a moralist, a moral expert," she covered her face, and smiled softly, "...Yeah, I must be crazy."

"——I must be crazy, just think that I am a person who is dying, and my words are good," she sat up straight, her voice was deep, and her face showed that kind of indifference, as if what she stated was the truth, "—even if I am a cruel and cruel person, I will never allow someone to wantonly deprive me of my dignity."

"No one takes your dignity away, Dolores," said Edmund.

"Oh," she shrugged, "mine, yours, the man with the steel arm, whoever's dignity, what difference does it make? ... We share a common identity, we are all human. When we When everyone has dignity, I don't care if others are trampled under the law of the jungle, but when the dignity of any person is obliterated and 'people are not human', who can stay out of it?"

"You've always been like this," Edmund clasped his fingers and put them on the table, "I've known you since the first time I saw you at the funeral—with an almost ridiculous ideal, thinking that you It's the truth..."

"Believe me, I've never been more convinced that I am the truth than I am now," Dolores said. "Should I thank you? With you as the opposite, I can clearly understand what my point of view is." correct?"

"You are just a stubborn little girl who thinks that she has seen this cruel world clearly, but at the same time clamors for ideals of freedom, human rights and equality—don't you think you are contradictory?...Actually, you don't understand anything." Edmund said coldly, "You are just trying to stand on tiptoe and look at the world with the thinking of a little girl. You think you are the truth, but in fact? In the eyes of those who know, those who have truly seen through everything In my eyes, you are just a joke."

"Maybe I'm just a joke in the eyes of those people," she said, "but at least I won't regret my persistence. I believe that my ideas are correct. What does it matter if they laugh at me?"

"Even if you look like a clown to them? With the ridiculous arrogance of a young man."

"I don't care. Mature people always despise the pompousness of young people, but young people will also laugh at their sophistication. Anyway, I know what I am sticking to now-if a person's humanity can be cruelly deprived by others, Then why not other people?——I never exaggerate, since they can transform a human into a machine and benefit from it, then there must be a second or third human machine that is the same, why do you think You will never be reduced to the same position?"

"—I hold the power," Edmund stood up, "Human beings were fighting and fighting non-stop thousands of years ago, and it will still be the same after a thousand years. This world is inherently weak and strong, and the only thing you can do is rely on yourself The ability to become a strong eater..." He propped his hands on the table, his eyes were level with Dolores, like a beast about to attack, "This is what I learned during the years of 'disappearing' thing."

"...Then I wish you the only supreme authority in this world." Dolores laughed coldly.

The author has something to say: To be honest, I don't know if I have written that feeling.

I used to think that equality was unrealistic, there was no such thing as real equality, and I was a bit contemptuous of the kind of idealists who talked about equality == Later I realized how narrow I thought, maybe we will be together for a while Li hates those concepts and vocabulary that are constantly being used by people and thinks they are outdated, but in fact, classics are never out of date, but we didn't know how to appreciate them at that time.

Duo Zong didn't suddenly become hot-blooded or suddenly the Virgin or something.Equality is really about everyone.This is a bottom line that you and I have defended, you just may not realize it.

For example, we will feel angry about some inhumane and cruel acts, or a certain people who have suffered disasters, and we will speak up for them, speak up for justice, and empathize with them.

Why?In fact, it is obvious that the other party has nothing to do with you, so why do you feel that you are concerned?Because everyone is "human", you don't think that the other party is a livestock or dead thing lower than us, because they are human, you have a sense of substitution, you think they should enjoy the same normal life as you, but in fact, at this time you "Equality" is the default.

This is what Duo always thinks: transforming a person into a machine = violating human rights = breaking the established equality = danger

If you don't defend it, who knows if you will be the next one?

A girl who is interested in this topic recommends a book called "On Equality" [Would it make me look like I'm pretending to push this kind of book], explain that I was half-forced to read this book, and most of the rest are about the origin of Christianity Pushing to the three branches of Judaism is... well, boring, but the front is still quite exciting.

...Don't ask me why I can see blood boiling from a monograph.