What if one day your dearest love is fooled by a ridiculous lie you find no clue to prove?
Is something you're getting rid of a gift to the others?
What's the judgement of right and wrong ruled by? Does it depend on who we are or what we 'see'? How easily is it biased?
Before the exposure, Wikus played as a MNU officer. He's married to the boss' daughter, having a wonderful family and led a promising career. People take no respect for granted against the aliens, and so does he. Wikus could pretend not seeing the suffers and the deaths, in that he's guaranteed to get back home safely and it'd just be another day of routines, until the exposure...
From the moment his transformed arm was exposed, Wikus knew it's no longer the same. Last minute he's still treated as a patient, now he's no more than an experimental object. People who used to mean everything is now alienated to be nothing. The absolute loneliness leads to the absolute devastation-- What does it mean to steal when you have nothing to cover? What does 'taste' sound like when you have nothing to eat? What is esteem when you're facing death?
When I decided to ignore those in need of help, in what kind of shoes am I judging them from? What leads me to end up dwelling in those shoes? In what way am I biased to not giving them the changes I don't need? Is there any reason I shouldn't trust them? Why am I worrying about being robbed? Are they forced to rob? Am I better or worse?
Are those living in the slums designated to die there, and so are their children's children's children? Who decides living a gift or a shame? Should we choose less to die, or worse to die? Can we all define our own values? If it's so trivial, what are we blinded to see it?
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