The soul parasitic on the body, the master who uses this tool is still a parasite like a mental murderer;
Does the embryo that falls away from the mother's body become independent of her after the umbilical cord is cut, or is it a part of her life continuation?
If the origin of a life that is forcibly created is unclear from the beginning, where should it be looking for a place to go and a reliance other than the desire to survive;
If a spiritual body without a penis survives, is it a product of human beings, or is it another kind of "person" with a body similar to a penis;
Can rules, ethics, and laws define the differences between people and others?
Can rationality, sensibility, and preference distinguish different groups of people?
The parasites looked cautiously at the boundless and unchanging sky, but there was no sign to record their journey, except for the regularly changing white moon.
The white moon is like the human sun, with its eternal bands of light reaching their end. I hope the moon is not a man-made light point, tearing apart the world they built on it, covering their existence like snow.
Intention: I want to create some pseudo-human beings who learn to be human but do not have physical bodies and are objects to be stared at. The protagonist throughout the entire text is a "human", and he is the most human-like, but I want to tear the protagonist's life bit by bit like tearing off fish scales, squeezing her so-called oxygen for self-construction, telling her like an East Asian parent that she cannot exist independently of her parents, giving her certain talents but locking her in an unfree body and a low-level environment.