Why do humans live?
Why do humans fight?
Those who get entangled in these kinds of questions either have mental problems or are not human at all.
Reggie seemed to possess both situations simultaneously, but it didn't matter.
Given a clear goal and answer at birth, or reaching a "perfect" state the moment they come into existence, what would humans look like to such beings?
Laughable? Humble? Insignificant?
None of these.
The answer is "a pitiful existence."
On one hand, they take the so-called "survival" as a rational goal, yet their design is irrational.
They can't propagate their lineage solely on their own strength. Even if they do, it doesn't guarantee anything. Even if they flourish, inevitably one day they will face the fate of extinction. Birth, survival, and propagation, all seem so pitiful.
