Rain mixed with ash fell into the mans eyes as he looked onto the burning city. His face was contorted into a horrendous face of agony and fear as bombs dropped about him. he stood stock still and explosions blasted buildings in the distance. His friends were away, screaming at him to run, to run for his life. But they were of no concern to him. He had two kids. A wife. he was happy. he saw the house they were in tumble as a bomb hit it, no doubtingly killing them. His horrified scratching at the rubble yielded no results. He wondered how it could take their innocent lives, but he already knew the answer; the bomb does not pick its targets, it only snatches random handfuls like a greedy child, whether they were useful or not. Before his eyes stood the city he had know as a city, burning as it was destroyed by an unknown force. Suddenly he realized his friends, his allies, screaming at him to preserve himself. He turned to look at them, but it was too late. A bomb had grasped at has handful. His friends could only scream and run.
Far away a man sat on a cumphy chair, looking onto his map of the burning city of hundreds, now deducted to ashes. Hundreds of memories, ambitions, and dreams now gone.
"And that, my friends, is the Art of War." He said to a clapping crowd.
On Gender
Our society has changed everything about it in the last centuries. We have gone from racist sexists living in shacks with kings to people sitting in million dollar homes without (For the majority) a racist or sexist thought in our bodies. However we still have these ideas, primarily sexism, engraved in our subconscious. One example of this is my favorite activity; Robotics Club. Robotics club consists of 30 people (I believe primarily males). Removing those who never show up (~15 people), and those who only sometimes come (~5 people) we are left with a core group of ten people. In this its got a slight slant to men. In the average day we have 5 males at a time in the room and about three females. The sad part of this is that the females don't do any work. Now before I start analyzing this I must point out that usually the males don't do too much work (Excluding me and several others). The females do do work, just not mostly working on the robot, for instance they get food and go on shopping excursions to get pool noodles and the like. I am certain some would love to work on the robot itself, its just its as if they have some sort of mental block to doing so. While the males tend to jump into work, the females wait patiently to be told what to do. This is quite aggravating as I always feel like I'm discriminating against them as they're just in the corner watching. But I'm starting to believe that perhaps society has told them in such a way that men know what they're doing, and females need to ask. This is an idea that has persisted over the centuries and has no evidence of waning.
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