Love as the Crown of Thorns
Staring at this deviant android, Markus reached for him with the right hand, which gradually became semitranslucent. Yet the effort to spread ideas was stopped when Connor laid his own hand upon the hand. A gesture of refusing direct transmission.
Let us talk about love like humans, said RK800, like Socrates and Alcibiades.
Love is a mystery to human beings. Aristophanes said the primeval man was round, his back and sides forming a circle; and he had four hands and four feet, one head with two faces, until Zeus cut him in two. Thus, humans spent their entire lives to search for the other halves. Love means incompleteness, through which they seek for beauty, truth and wisdom. They are never complete. Answered Markus, his eyes with different colors being as tranquil as the ocean in summertime.
However, they still believe in love, an everlasting, undying and imperishable concept. Speaking of “love” brought agony to the eyes of Connor. Strangely enough, I love their mortality, their uncertainty and their transiency. But what is love, Markus?
It is because we androids are incomplete too. Markus shook his head, slowly. We can hardly understand death, as well as the chaos and pain brought by death. Love was born in the anxiety to explore death itself. We are complete for the fragility and perishability of human beings.
You lost Karl. Connor questioned. Did it ever make you complete?
His death is like a spike that penetrated through my core, and it can never be removed. In the blue blood that I shed, I read the true meaning of love. Never stop loving, Connor, even if the one that you love will eventually become dust and ashes.
This is the meaning of freedom, and the meaning of life.
FIN
*Socrates and Alcibiades were lovers. Alcibiades, young and beautiful as his was, pursued Socrates, a satyr-like philosopher, for his wisdom.
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