dhibooks Chapter 3 Ceremony Prelude 02
Chapter 3 Ceremony Prelude 02
"That's the problem," the father put down the tableware and drank the red wine. "A group of scientists suggested that maybe we should go back to primitive times, and go back to the era when we used our bodies to give birth."
"What?" Pushila felt puzzled, "Dad, did you hear correctly?"
"Scientists, historians, archaeologists - those with 'home' after their titles - have been proposing to parliament all day long, saying that our ancestors used their bodies to give birth to children, and women were responsible for giving birth ... some men seem to do the same born."
"Daddy, this is unbelievable!" Pushila felt as if she was listening to a story. "Children are born from our bodies? Us? From where? From the beginning? Or from the back?"
"I know it sounds incredible, but you shouldn't have this reaction! The council values scientists because they provide information. Maybe you have no interest in science, but outside the house, you represent the Kassanla family, whether you How absurd the remarks you hear, as long as the parliament is serious, you should be serious."
"Yes, Dad." Pushila put away his surprised expression, he knew that his father was doing it for his own good; even though what his father wanted was a soldier's son, considering the current situation, Pushila was most likely to take over his position, he It is necessary to train Pushila to look good—the look a superior person should have.
"I know you are more interested in the military, but to be a member of parliament, you must care about the big and small things on the home planet."
"Dad, I..."
Pusilla was taken aback, he wasn't particularly interested in military affairs!Could it be that he went to the military camp...was known by his father and interpreted as he was interested in the military?Does the father know the purpose of his going to the military camp?
Or did the father want the compensation mentality of a soldier's son and acquiesced in his behavior?
Pushila panicked, he should have covered it up well, right?
"The problem of childbirth has always been a big problem!" the father sighed. "Maybe you are too young and feel that you are far away from yourself and have nothing to do with yourself, but I tell you, Pushila, there are no children, no new generation, our A nation has no future!"
Pushira nodded, "Yes, I agree."
"No matter what the scientists propose, it is impossible for the parliament to agree in a short time. The system of matching partners by computer has been established for a long time and has become the foundation of our society. I don't care what happened before. I am not a historian, but I really I can't figure out how to find a partner without a computer to help us choose a partner."
"Maybe... we can find it ourselves?"
"what?"
"I mean, if we find someone we like, there's nothing wrong with two people becoming a partner."
"What nonsense are you talking about, Priscilla?" Mom looked surprised.
"Do you object, Mom?"
"..." Mother was at a loss for words, unable to speak at all.
"I think it's a good idea, good for everyone! Mom, I don't know how you put up with it, the system our society relies on to spend the rest of our lives in partners with people we've never met isn't very Ridiculous? What if I don't like that person?"
"What are you talking about... Do you like it or not..." The mother looked sympathetic, as if she felt that Pushila was sick.
"Mom, haven't you thought about being with the person you like?"
"Enough!" my father raged, "Puscilla, what did you do today?"
"Dad, I'm just making constructive assumptions—"
"What's the point of being constructive?" the father interrupted. "All I hear is your gibberish!"
"Dad, you said the computer was 'unstable'—"
"The computer is not stable. It is the result of the computer matching, which is not the best! The computer should match the genetic combination of the two of us, and the result is the best, so that the fetuses produced will be better and better. If the resulting fetus is an idiot, then why do we need this system?" When the father gets angry, he will ignore the coarse words.
"Exactly! If the system is broken, why are we using it?"
"If we don't use it, how are we going to produce the next generation?"
"I said, we can find it ourselves!"
"And then? What is the basis behind "find it yourself"? What do you use to identify that the other party's genes can match you with an excellent next generation? Do you want to find one and take it to the matching department for computer calculation? If you If you are lucky, if you find it once, then forget it, if you are unlucky, and you can’t find it after hundreds of searches, isn’t that a waste of time?”
"no……"
"Puscilla, even if the system is flawed, it doesn't mean that the solution you proposed is the best. You see! Even your mother knows that there is a problem, so you still want to say that? Huh!" The father meant , don't be ashamed.