Rob looked at Hesta again, "You don't seem like someone who would be interested in this kind of topic. Why do you ask?"
"If you have concluded that I am not interested in this kind of topic, then why did you interrupt Ms. Anna and bring up that topic in the first place?"
Rob laughed, "That's just a correction instinct, because what she said was so wrong!"
"But that's how the fairy tale was originally told—"
"That's a misinterpretation! It's a very typical misinterpretation!" Rob's voice became excited again, but then he sat back on the bed, "It's too late, why are you talking about this? Rest."
Rob pulled up the quilt and turned his back to Hesta.
Hesta suddenly laughed: "Your Majesty, you really trust me. How long have you dared to turn your back on me?"
Rob trembled, turned over and sat up again, "Are you done with this mercury needle?"
"I think it is necessary to modify the myth. After all, people are born to like stories," Hestad lowered his eyes slightly, "It's a pity that you have not grasped the essence."
"...Are you picking on me?"
"I can probably understand why Robbeglier in the golden age would make up such a story," Hestad's left hand tapped lightly on the wheelchair. "As a pioneer who has given up on the old human gender battle, he is very I have long realized that even the concept of justice and equal rights cannot stop the tearing of ideas.
"Because according to his theory, after extreme patriarchy, as long as civilization establishes order, there will inevitably be quite a few weak gender positions in society - these positions have average physical requirements, and they all correspond to intelligence and human feelings. Activities. Each generation of society needs to educate their women specifically so that the vast majority of women can stop coveting these positions and return to their original roles...Obviously, in the eyes of Mr. Roboglier, these The energy spent on guarding is a huge waste.
"So, instead of downgrading the image of Alecto from an adult woman to a child, it is better to directly rewrite it as the story of the male Alec. After all, the core of the story of oppression and resistance has long been embedded in the history of patrilineal inheritance.
"This is the true meaning of turning Alecto into Alec - even the power of chaos is also a force. Rather than weakening their achievements, it is better to directly erase their image. If it cannot be erased, Just cut off its inheritance. As long as this gender can be reversed as a physical defect, many issues will be self-evident.
"This approach is not the original creation of Roboglier, it has been traced in history. Because in the ignorant era of patriarchal civilization, most of the philosophical sages did this, and its advantage is that it can be done once and for all.
"However, this ingenious method was broken in the Silver Age. The ideological tool originally used to liberate the lower class humans was used to illuminate gender issues, causing some women to begin to doubt whether the civilization in front of them was really based on self-esteem. In terms of gender exploitation - this is really a, well, unreasonable disaster, but in other words, it is also the price of technological and ideological progress."
The air fell into a long silence.
Rob Green sat on the bed and didn't know which question to ask for a moment - the mercury needle in front of him was amazing. Not only did she know about Robbeglier in the golden age and the origin of Alex's story, but she could also clearly understand the story. A detailed line of intellectual history can be traced out.
"You..." Rob frowned, "I may have been a little arbitrary just now."
"It's nothing. I've experienced this misunderstanding many times." Hesta laughed, "But for a person who wants to get closer to the truth, this is nothing."
"There are not many young people like you nowadays." Rob put on his round glasses again with a solemn expression, "Where did you come into contact with these ideas?"
"I can't say." Hesta whispered, "But as your Excellency mentioned before, it is not surprising that a mercury needle has heard of Eden."
Rob nodded with understanding, "Indeed."
"It is not easy to uphold such a belief," Hesta suddenly sighed. "The most difficult thing is loneliness. I know that some words will not be understood when I say them, so I can only stay silent. But fortunately, every time I take the initiative to explore the pile of old papers, , all brought me deep comfort...otherwise I might not be able to survive today."
"Oh..." Rob took a deep breath, "I understand it so well. It's the same reason why I chose 'Roboglier' as my name -"
"As if I were walking with Mr. Robbeglier?"
"right!"
"But I don't think you grasp the true meaning of Mr. Roboglier's 'separatism'," Hestad said ruthlessly. "I can't understand that there are women in your team."
"You should be the most understanding," Rob stood up, "because you yourself are-"
"Oh, don't confuse me with other women. I am different from most of the creatures in this inferior species. I will choose a more difficult path and live like a human being," Hesta looked away and said Slowing down, "A...real person."
"Hahaha..." Robb laughed, "It's too extreme for you to think like this, Ms. Hesta!"
The old man stood up again.
"Everything is changing and needs to be viewed dialectically - we are not in a golden age at the moment, so many things should be adjusted. Do you admit this?"
"It seems so," Hesta said softly, "But so what?"
"Resolute separatism is not feasible, because our current situation is different from the golden age. If human beings want to reproduce, they cannot do without women's gestation. However, the concept of separatism must be persisted." Rob stood up, "The world's Things are not black and white—"
Hesta frowned: "So you are a believer in eclecticism."
"Don't be so anxious to blame me, just listen to me -"
"I don't think there is any need for us to continue communicating," Hesta said with a decisive expression. Even though her words were so ruthless, her eyes still held strong disappointment and gloominess. "I thought I had really met my companion. ...I was too naive, thinking that you would be the senior who could lead the way for me."
Rob Green's throat moved. He wanted to speak several times but was unable to speak. He had to put his hands behind his back and walk back and forth restlessly.
Hesta continued: "It's my risk tonight. If you are indeed a follower of Mr. Roboglier, I hope you can keep it secret for me and don't let anyone know about our conversation here... Once If I leak it, I will face very serious ideological censorship——"
"You are overthinking," Rob interrupted Hesta with some eagerness, "No matter how you look at me, I think we are fellow travelers! I personally will always respect the more radical practitioners, do you understand! "
