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What will you do, hero?

За всем следят машины благодати и любви.
Why would I need a world where I am alone? I would end up killing myself anyway. Therefore, in my opinion, it is better to be a hero (not in the sense of seeking glory), but to save the world, loved ones, and friends.
And if you manage to overcome the adrenaline and the instinct for self-preservation, and yet you are still afraid to even cut yourself while making a sandwich or afraid of an injection, etc., know that your heroism will not be broadcast on all TV channels and screens so that people can feel immense gratitude. Only a small group of people will know about it, silently staring at the destroyed research complex, hugging a black boy, and silently waiting for the helicopter. Perhaps, however, this self-sacrifice will be immortalized in one or two lines of a report, gathering dust in the archives of some file. A worthy death in the annals of history, oh yes.
Moreover, this is just a Hollywood cliché. In real life, it looks much poorer. Something like a technician jumping into a reactor to stop a chain reaction at a nuclear power plant, left on night duty and suddenly seeing an otherwise unfixable malfunction on the control panels. What happened? Why? And why did he jump in there? Oh, it seems it prevented a meltdown. Well, he did a good thing, good job. We need to hire a new employee and inform the family, and I'll go finish my donut and drink my coffee. Another lawsuit, damn it.
Heroically saving someone's life at the cost of your own means succumbing to the emotions that surge at that moment in the form of bioelectrical impulses between neurons in the brain and hormones in the blood. Succumbing to "sympathy" or "love" for certain people. An idiotic death. Along with crimes committed out of jealousy, when a jealous husband kills his wife, and this ruins his entire remaining life, even though he makes friends through anal sex in prison. After death, there will be no emotions, neither satisfaction for heroism nor guilt for anything, and such an act of self-sacrifice will be absolutely meaningless.
Remember these words when a hundred people stare at you, rubbing their hands together, eagerly waiting for you to plunge a blade into your abdomen and draw it upwards, disemboweling yourself to save them. Or when a fiery storm melts several people into a stinking puddle, blocking the path to the Salvation Lever. Or when Mutants pounce on you, tearing you to pieces and biting into your flesh, while the rest of the group gets a precious minute to pull the Lever. All of these situations involve a full awareness of the alternative: survival.
Besides, there won't be a world, including those close to you, and there will be no one to judge you. But that's just a cold, black heart, "Dark blood inside me".
Added 4 minutes later
P.S. Cash, what's the point of all this heroism?
Just explain to me, what is the meaning of honor, conscience, nobility, and self-sacrifice (seriously).
What about such forgotten concepts as "honor," "conscience," "nobility," and "self-sacrifice"? People perform heroic deeds either for glory or because they are simply idiots, according to you.
And what's the point of a world without people? What would you do there – get high on drugs?
Can't find something to do if there are no people around? Poor thing. But homeless people somehow manage. Hermits do, or just people tired of the city who move to a house in the woods. Even primitive animals with underdeveloped brains live perfectly well without people. And even without other animals of the same species, which can be considered a miracle of nature.
Of course, it's much more pleasant to die. It's a convenient solution when you want to relieve yourself, but there's no one around. Is that it?
A convenient solution when you want to reduce an erection, but there's no one around. Is that right?
So you fall at his feet hes the one who betrays you
Its the servants devotion for the decay
Stand up
There are no flowers on your grave
There are no chains
There I keep chanting for the forgotten name © Amorphis
The instinct for self-preservation is dominant. It is much stronger than the instinct for socialization with members of the same species.
So you fall at his feet hes the one who betrays you
Its the servants devotion for the decay
Stand up
There are no flowers on your grave
There are no chains
There I keep chanting for the forgotten name © Amorphis

