in thoughts...

I always felt that it's amazing how children are created... when you're faced with the facts that one particular sperm has to go through so much to fertilise an egg, children are like miracles... well, humans or any other form of being that's reproduced becomes like a miracle... And it's sad how many of these miracles are somewhere in the world, abandoned by their parents, or "murdered" during their formation... I'm quite anti-abortion actually, unless there are special circumstances to be considered...

Yet to some people, things can be worth more than children... Their creations are more precious than human lives to them... I watched CSI(Crime Scene Investigation) some time ago, where it was about this group of people who put together their own machines, very much like remote control cars with destructive parts... they then put their cars in a ring to "fight" other cars, where utter destruction of the opponent's car is the goal... one man's car had this rotating gear-like thing that saws through the opponent's car even before the opponent's car could come near... This man thought his car was quite invincible, but one day he was defeated by another man... This other man was later found dead... He bled to death after his leg was sawn apart by the man's car... This owner of the "killer car" naturally became the suspect, though actually he didn't kill the man...

When the lady from the CSI team was interrogating him, she said, "I understand how you feel..." The man asked, "I assume you have a child?" She replied yes. And he said something to the effect of, "Just because you squeezed out something from between your legs doesn't mean you understand how I feel."

To him, his creation was better than any child... The car was not "like his child"... He was the creator of this "amazing" thing... The better his creation, the more he felt like a "god"... To him, to pluck an idea from the air and make it real and good was the supreme thing in life...

And therefore the act of reproducing, has been reduced to a simple act of expansion and contraction of muscles... fine...

My friend YZ was telling me and another friend A about this spacecraft called "Galileo" that took pictures of Jupiter... "Galileo" has proven to be a great machine, aiding human knowledge in ways unimaginable... It surpassed its estimated "lifespan" and found out that one of Jupiter's moons actually has an ocean, which means it might contain lifeforms... However, the fuel in "Galileo" is running out soon, and there is insufficient fuel for it to come back to earth, and to prevent it from crashing into this potential lifeform-containing ocean, the people controlling "Galileo" decided to crash it into the face of Jupiter... which means "Galileo" died a horrible death, because it couldn't stand a chance when it smashed into Jupiter's hot surface...

It didn't sound fair to "Galileo"... That after all its work, it still got the destruction it didn't deserve... at least that was what YZ, A and me all felt... Yet we were just talking about a machine, an inanimate thing... YZ also showed us the website picture of the creator of "Galileo" crying and hugging someone when "Galileo" crashed... At that point I wondered, did he have children? If he did, how did his children compare to "Galileo"? How did he treat the people in his life compared to his creation?