Projection

The young people present burst into laughter once again.

"But Lin Jiao," someone raised a hand, "since we're dreaming anyway, why not dream a little bigger? Since it's our ideal world, why bother adding men into it at all? Wouldn't a society where men simply don't exist be even better?"

"Fine," Lin Jiao turned to face her, "but we both return to the original question: do you actually want an equal world, or do you want a world where women are the primary sex?"

The person frowned slightly, "Without men, we are the primary sex."

Lin Jiao shook her head, "Do you remember what I said earlier: without first manufacturing a second sex, how can you become the first sex?"

"How does a slave master become a slave master? Did he take an exam, pass training, defeat other competitors, and then get certified by an authority, stamped with the exclusive seal of a slave master? Wrong, the moment he manufactures or inherits slaves of his own, he automatically becomes a slave master."

"How does a war machine make its slaughter righteous? Does it honestly bare its heart to prove itself, list a one, two, three, four of wartime reasons, and then pull in a few allies to testify for it and judge its case? Unnecessary. It just has to continually argue the evil of its opponents, and then everything it does manifests natural justice."

"Then, how does a group of people determine that they are noble, wise, and full of passion? Must they undergo arduous cultivation? Must they endure, practice self-discipline, and constantly challenge their own limits to elevate themselves to their ideal height? Unnecessary. They only need to manufacture another group of base, foolish, lifeless shadows, and they automatically transform into great figures. Because humans are like this: between