Lucia was somewhat confused. When even the Prime Minister had become part of the effort to overthrow her rule, she no longer understood.
"Have I not treated you well enough?" she asked in confusion.
The President said with certainty, "You have. Everyone can eat their fill, and everyone can have some of their wishes fulfilled, so 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 at that moment. After searching for quite a while, he found one that seemed appropriate.
"Although we have food and drink, and everything else we need, we are trapped in a cage."
"We all know that if we leave the cage, we may encounter many unexpected circumstances. Society will become stratified, rulers will oppress and exploit those at the bottom, people will be unable to afford food or housing..."
"Many problems will arise, and some of us will end up living in hardship. But at least we will not be trapped in a cage."
"The cage protected us, but it also became the shackles of our souls."
Lucia was very disappointed after hearing this. "I thought you would say something shocking. I never expected you to come out with this same old stuff." The expression on her face made it clear to the Prime Minister that she truly was disappointed.
But the Prime Minister did not feel the same way. "Perhaps these things have never changed for you, but to us, they are something we have long yearned for. We have never wavered in that desire."
"Actually, even if you gave us just a little precious freedom, things wouldn't—"
The Prime Minister suddenly recalled