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It's almost ten o'clock, time to sleep. Sitting in front of the computer, wanting to do something, yet doing nothing. Just numbly sleeping, numbly waking up, numbly working... No longer yearning for the comfort of dopamine, just repetitively maintaining the body's normal functions. It's not bad, but it's not good either. When I was a child, I used to crave a whole pot of instant noodles on the way home from school, but now even the hunger from skipping dinner feels trivial. As a qualified modern slave, I curse those beings that feast on our flesh and blood. Is our meat delicious? I suggest chewing it more than twenty times; take good care of your stomach, and remember to brush your teeth. Every morning, noon, and evening on my way home from work, I look up at the sky. Such a beautiful blue sky, and I actually get to see it, covering this numb world. Though I cannot reach it, my heart longs for it. I send this world 1% of my curse, but also 99% of my blessings. That 1% of beauty deserves our 99% of blessings. But that 1% of curse must not be less; it's nuclear deterrence. We need a deterrent era.