Old man is driving his old car towards cemetery, where he buried his daughter who died in car accident 20 years ago. He is the only person, that keep going there every week to bring her a flowers. Although he lost the most important person in his life, he hasn't lost anything from his enthusiasm and has lived fruitful life as one of the best painters of last decade. He is driving a normal speed, breaking a speed limit only by 5 km/h, as usual. He loves his car and he would never buy another one until this works. This man doesn't deserve compassion. Not at all. This man deserves admiration and love.
Young robot is driving with distance less than one meter behind the back of old man's car. The old man is just obstacle for him, piece of shit on the road. He is a big guy, you know, Somebody. King of the world, big boss, that can show everybody else how big his dick is. The road belongs to him and he is fucking good driver. Finally, he can overtake him and show his long middle finger to the old man. The robot works as ticket seller in a cinema and his only hobby is to watch football games and to show his dick to other young robots. He puts all his money to his look and he needs to take a large loan in order to buy audi, because only that can bring him respect before other robots. No matter how meaningless he really is, his teachers at school taught him well how important he is. And so he learnt.
We are not equal. I am less than the other humans, but more than a robot.
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