"Don't you think the people on the Holy Grail look particularly like angels from ancient legends?" -50's voice made Sun Jack turn his head towards him.
"They can break free from gravity, fly at will, and they are also immortal. Every one of them is exceedingly beautiful and handsome, and everyone wants to be like them." At this, a hint of envy appeared in -50's eyes.
Hearing this, Sun Jack scoffed in his heart, feeling nothing but disgust, utterly disgusted!
Their splendor is all built on the oppression of the poor.
With technology so advanced, if they had shared even a bit of their benefits, Metropolis wouldn't look the way it does now, but they don't.
These people are not angels; a bunch of never-dying capitalists will only be a cancerous tumor in human society.
With a "ding," the sound of the elevator arriving pulled Sun Jack's thoughts sharply back to reality.
