"Human-machine alienation-sensing chemistry teacher x sensual deep-sea scientist"
The deep sea is boundless and endless. In front of the "perceptual philosopher", many words may be derived:
"In the blue abyss, the moonlight shines like tears on the flowing silk. The luminous fish, like the passing stars, swim silently in the undercurrent. The tentacles of the octopus dance a lonely ballet. I touch the rock wall, and the precipitation of hundreds of millions of years is cold and silent. This ocean tells the fragility of life with silence, making me as small as dust in its embrace, and my heart is as heavy as lead."
In front of an absolutely rational chemistry teacher, it might just be a chemical reaction and the literal meaning:
"The proportion of H₂O, the percentage of salinity, the concentration of dissolved oxygen - every drop of seawater is a quantifiable equation. The glowing fish are just the chemical reaction of biofluorescent proteins, and the tentacles of the octopus are the folding and stretching of protein chains. The coldness of the rock wall is the law of thermodynamics The reflection of hundreds of millions of years of precipitation is reduced to geological time and elemental decay cycles. There is no lonely ballet, only the irreversible disintegration of order under the law of entropy. Here, emotions are filtered, leaving only the dazzling white light of the laboratory and the never-boiling silence in the beaker."
"My name is You Li. You Li, Li Li, a chemistry teacher. What I am most interested in is chemistry and what I like most is chemistry. My whole life has been measured with a scale, only absolute accuracy, without any cover or flaws. But someone who shouldn't have appeared in my world, his name is Colin. A person who is obsessed with working near the deep sea. I don't understand, what is so good about the sea? I I only care about the beaker in my hand and my favorite student. But he is the opposite of me. He can tolerate everything and is extremely sensitive. He likes to talk to those simple creatures. In my eyes, animals do not communicate like humans, let alone study chemistry. They only have instinctive reflexes for survival, and there is no so-called self-awareness. These precise conclusions are mixed into his broken poetry. In my eyes, existence must have their so-called meaning, otherwise they do not need to exist. My main consciousness will only be placed on the so-called perceptual emotions. I can't really translate it. I don't like psychology. Like Chinese, it is a subject of self-interest. His sensitivity is the adaptive response of the organism to environmental stimuli, rather than a personality weakness. His "internal friction" is regarded as a manifestation of the brain's energy consumption efficiency, which is a by-product of the signal transmission and decision-making process between neurons. Others are bad, so they are not bad. "
Intention: The battle between reason and sensibility
