Lucia was somewhat confused. When even the Prime Minister had become part of the effort to overthrow her rule, she could not understand it.
"Have I not treated you well enough?" she asked doubtfully.
The President said with certainty, "You have. Everyone can eat their fill, and everyone can have some of their wishes fulfilled, as long as they do not go against your will."
Lucia grew even more curious. "Then why are you still doing this?"
The President thought for a moment. He needed to find a suitable metaphor to express what he was feeling, and after searching for quite a while, he found one that seemed fitting.
"Although we have food, drinks, and everything else, we are trapped in a cage."
"We all know that if we leave the cage, many unexpected things might happen. Society will become stratified, the rulers will oppress those at the bottom, there will be exploitation, and people might not be able to afford food or homes..."
"Many problems will arise, and some of us may end up living difficult lives. But at least we will not be trapped in a cage."
"The cage protects us, but it has also become a shackle on our souls."
After listening, Lucia was very disappointed. "I thought you would say something shocking. I never expected you to come out with this same old argument." The expression on her face made it clear to the Prime Minister that she truly was disappointed.
But the Prime Minister did not see it that way. "Perhaps these things have not changed for you, but we have yearned for them for a very long time, and we have never wavered."
"Actually, even if you gave us just a little precious freedom, things would not—"
The Prime Minister suddenly remembered what people