Everyone in Scientific Research Is a "Duck"!

2006/9/10 18:26:25

Such a title will, of course, make many people uncomfortable. Yet unlike the Earth's gravity, which denies even the chance to express discomfort to, say, airplane crash victims, the gravity of capital is indeed quite merciful—at least within this real and virtual world built by capital, the expression of discomfort is absolutely permitted. Of course, under capital's inescapable gravity, such expressions can't help but carry a whiff of the "duck" about them.

This world doesn't rule out the existence of "celebrity ducks," but the occasional fawning over a few "celebrity ducks" can never make all "ducks" into "celebrity ducks." Inflating the price of "celebrity ducks," turning "celebrity ducks" into media darlings—"roast ducks of the moment"—is merely a scheme to make the masses of "ducks" throw themselves ever more recklessly forward, one after another, in hopes of becoming "celebrity ducks."

And the trending flavors of "celebrity ducks" are merely the product of frothy hype. Even a "celebrity duck" that happens to be a "good duck" is still just a "duck"—a duck upon whom everyone's frothy saliva descends. This much, even the ants of this Earth know. Even without past lives, even without the past lives in which every human was once an ant, humanity's greatest cleverness amounts to nothing more than using a human voice to proclaim to the ants: humans are more human than ants.

In capital's red-light district, "ducks" engaged in scientific research flock in droves. There has long been a proper term for this, written in the same characters as "duck farm": VC. As for the difference between VC and WC, you cannot tell them apart by smell. Of course, these capital red-light districts—smelling of WC and bearing VC signs—do brisk business wherever in the world capital has capitalized things.

The sky of the red-light district is capital's sky, reeking of WC, bearing the sign of VC. The "ducks'" supply is plentiful. Once a "duck," always a "duck" every day; the "ducks'" sons and grandsons shall forever be grandsons and sons of "ducks." Indeed, as long as there are venues and demand for consuming "ducks," need anyone fear the world running out of "ducks"?