Shu Weng was so stunned by the excessively crisp and decisive affirmative answer that she did not have time to feel delighted.
"Mr. Hua Yi, you truly understand them..."
"Whether artificial beings should enjoy human rights may seem like a complicated question at first glance, but I encountered a similar situation long ago. In my world, artificial combat dolls enjoyed various rights because they contributed to protecting the world."
Hua Yi looked toward the Nightmare Theater Troupe gathered outside the bar.
"The same applies to these Meme lifeforms born from memoria. They truly serve humanity, possess emotions and intelligence, and therefore deserve reasonable treatment."
Shu Weng's eyes flickered. "May I relay your exact words to restrain certain people?"
"Of course."
The weaving of the Path poem was nearly complete.
With a sweep of his fingertips, Hua Yi clarified the foundations of existence for the Nightmare Theater Troupe and returned them to beautiful dreams.
"Even profit-driven capitalists should know how to do the math—granting the Dream Theater Troupe basic rights to improve their work efficiency, or mindlessly exploiting them until they become the Nightmare Theater Troupe and create unpredictable risks. Which option carries more weight?"
The world did not contain only selflessness and kindness. Hua Yi understood that clearly.
Nor did he expect everyone to possess fine qualities.
"If they cannot even calculate that much, then they are undoubtedly failures as capitalists. Moment of Festivity has no shortage of job seekers. There is no need to be subtle with people who are both bad and stupid."
He was not wishfully demanding that Penacony be filled with truth, goodness, and beauty.
Hua Yi understood human nature. Purely good people and purely bad people were both rare. The overwhelming majority were ordinary people struggling to make a living.
There was nothing wrong with