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Chapter 205: Horse Racing·Gear of Morning Light IV(1/3)

05:50 P Weather/High rain.

Level I isolation area.

Boom~~

Thunder roared, and the walls of the isolation area stood in the gray rain curtain, like a cold barrier that completely separated Hart from the outside world's life.

The raindrops kept hitting the wall, making dull echoes, as if silently telling the reality that he could not escape.

Hart McDowell stood in front of the window, looking through the towering walls of the isolation area, looking into the blurry distance.

The outside world seemed to be within reach, but to him, it seemed to be in another time and space. He remembered those days of walking freely - at that time, although he had horse-like characteristics, he could still work and live on the streets of the city.

Now, the government's decision has pushed him and other infected people into this isolated island-like quarantine area, day after day, isolated from the outside world.

He sighed, and the tools in his hand fell on the table, making a dull sound.

Hart was a skilled mechanic, but since he was infected with Mitsuo disease, his job opportunities have also disappeared.

No one was willing to hire someone like him. The thick wall not only blocked his footsteps, but also blocked his originally hopeful career.

Life in the quarantine area is dull and suffocating.

Hart looked out the window, and the dilapidated buildings seemed to be integrated with the surrounding gloomy weather. The residents repeated the same daily life every day, occasionally someone walked past his door, hurriedly lowering his head, as if he was avoiding some invisible threat.

Children no longer run around the streets like they used to be, but instead are quiet families. It seems that everyone is under some indescribable pressure in their hearts.

He slowly raised his hand and touched his strong thighs. Since he was infected with Qixiao disease, his leg muscles have become extremely developed, which gives him more physical advantages than ordinary humans. However, this "advantage" did not bring him any benefits.

Instead, it became a sign of his isolation and labeling.

Those discrimination and rejection of infected people are like shadows, surrounding his life.

He knew his position.

He opposed the moderate strategy of the Neutral Federation, believing that such compromise would only make the infected person's situation worse.

The Federation's negotiations did not really bring about changes to the infected, but instead maintained the status quo of exploitation.

He also looked down upon the radical violence of liberating hoof sounds. Although their goals were the same and they were all against the horse racing competition, Mikhail Garcia's violent actions would only arouse society's fear of the infected and bring more severe oppression and blows.

Violence will only aggravate the suffering of infected people and cannot change their destiny.

His attitude towards the Pseudo-Man Sports League was even more cold. In Hart's view, the Pseudo-Man Sports League tried to change the stereotypes of society by showing the traits of infected people and sports competitions, which was just another form of compromise. Those competitions and exhibitions seemed to show the "special" of infected people, but they did not change social discrimination, but instead deepened the objectification of infected people.

There were several deep scars engraved on his forehead, which he left behind when he fought for the rights of the infected.

He has stood at the forefront of the union, organized countless protests, faced police, contingents, and even been arrested several times, but these scars and struggles did not ultimately bring about the change they deserved.

The isolation area is still an isolation area, and the infected people are still marginalized groups.

If they want to escape marginalization, then all they can do is go to the other extreme - commercialization.

He turned around and looked at a picture on the table.

That was Lina, his daughter, who was once the most proud existence.

In the photo, Lina has a bright smile and her face is filled with carefreeness like sunshine.

Her horse's ears stood high above her head, her eyes shining with the light of innocence and talent, full of hope for the future.

Every time I see this photo, a hint of warmth will surge in Hart's heart, but the warmth is quickly covered by deep pain and confusion about the future.

Next to the photo, there is a card, which is a "character card" customized by the official horse racing competition to promote horse racing girls. The girl on the card has long white hair, delicate face, elegant figure, and full of competitive atmosphere - [Silver Wings Camilla].

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【Wings of Silver ·Camilla】

Star rating: ★★☆☆☆

Character background: Camilla is a legendary player of the Silver Cavaliers. She has both elegant appearance and strong physical fitness and balance attributes. She has outstanding performances in different types of competitions, especially in obstacle courses and endurance courses.

Basic properties:

Speed:B

Endurance: A

Power: A

Root nature:B

Wisdom:B

Strange Skills (Skills):

Leap Blade: Camilla is able to cross obstacles at high speed in the obstacle stage with fast reactions and precise judgments, significantly shortening the race time.

Adaptability:

Track adaptability: grass A, mud B

Match distance adaptability: Medium distance A, long distance B

Tactical adaptability: A first, B is chased by B

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Camilla is a legendary player in the horse racing competition. She has strong physical fitness and balance attributes and is an idol that many fans are sought after.

Her attributes are listed in detail on the card: speed, endurance, strength, roots and wisdom.

Each attribute is commercially simplified into a cold letter, and everything can be digitized and commercialized.

Her magical skills further highlight her legendary performance on the field.

Hart stood at the table, looking at the cards in front of him, his heart full of complex emotions.

The exquisite printing on the cards, heroic titles, gorgeous skill descriptions, and the audience's passionate pursuit of these characters all made him feel extremely disgusted.

In his eyes, all this seemed to be commoditizing the identity of infected people, and to use their pain and talent as tools for entertainment consumption.

However, as time goes by, he has to face an objective reality - the commercialization of the horse racing card system has quietly changed the attitude of the entire society, and the infected people have been redefined and gradually integrated into mainstream culture.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The Racing Madam Card System has successfully attracted a large number of viewers and consumers by shaping attractive virtual characters.

Each audience forms an emotional attachment by collecting cards, purchasing related products, and even participating in virtual interactions.

Infected people are no longer just "patients" or "anomals". They have become an important part of the entertainment industry and are regarded as heroic contestants, idol-like stars, and even have their own fan base.

Through this commercialization approach, infected people are no longer marginalized, but are to some extent integrated into the mainstream society and become part of society.

He has witnessed with his own eyes how the economic benefits brought by the card system change the living conditions of infected people.

This huge economic system not only brought prosperity to the horse racing and entertainment industries, but also promoted infrastructure transformation in quarantine areas.

They finally had stable electricity and clean water sources, and medical resources were significantly improved, and even the attitudes of schools and workplaces towards infected people gradually eased.

Many schools have begun to accept children from infected people, and companies have adjusted their employment policies to reduce bias and discrimination.

Even though his heart is still full of resistance, he has to admit that the dividends and social acceptance brought by this commercialization are indeed gradually improving the living environment of infected people.

Many infected people who were once discriminated have now found their self-identity through horse racing competitions and have even become idols.

They are no longer victims hiding in shadows, but representing the power they show on the public stage.

He remembered some young infected people who actively participated in the card system and used this sense of identity to change their lives and redefine their identities.

Hart stood there, his eyes falling on the photos and cards on the table, his heart full of contradictions and endless complex emotions.

He was once the pioneer of the struggle, leading the trade union to launch a massive strike, uniting workers from infected communities in many parts of the country, standing at the forefront of minimum wage guarantee, and fighting for equal rights for infected people.

In those days, he was the hero in people's hearts and the spokesperson for the infected workers.

He still remembers how the workers stood up and spoke for their rights in the conference room, with anger and hope burning in their eyes.

He personally led the team to collect evidence to prove how companies exclude infected people from recruitment and promotion mechanisms, and even publicly devalued their abilities at company meetings.

He once firmly believed that with the law and facts, they could shake the foundations of these companies.

But reality is cruel.

Despite his unremitting struggle, the final result was the indifference of the law and the arrogance of the enterprise.

Those senior corporate leaders responded to the allegations lightly in court, and the bureaucracy kept avoiding real problems as always.

The government's commitments have become empty slogans, and the lives of infected people are still in a difficult situation.

All hopes for victory were crushed by setbacks again and again.

No matter how much effort he puts in, the results always seem to be unsatisfactory, and the situation of the infected people has not really improved.

However, the successful commercialization of horse racing brought about changes he had never expected.

The development of this entertainment industry has quietly changed the society's attitude towards infected people.

The infected people have become the focus of the public, become heroes on the cards, and have won the pursuit and respect of fans.

Through horse racing, infected people have found opportunities to survive in the business system and even received more social acceptance.

These changes were unfulfilled by his past struggles, and this made him feel deeply powerless and frustrated.

He was full of disgust with these commercial "progresses".

The vivid characters on the card, the images of infected people shining with stars, always believed that they were the objectification and exploitation of the identity of infected people.

These roles are nothing more than commodities, tools for consumption and entertainment, and run counter to the fight against infected people for basic rights.

But at the same time, Hart could not deny that this kind of commercialization is indeed changing reality and improving the living conditions of infected people.

He looked at the cards in his hand and felt extremely complicated. Through the business system, the infected people were recognized and their living conditions were improved.

This is a change that he was unable to bring through union struggles and legal litigation in the past.

The resistance and disgust in his heart have gradually become weak. Although he still finds it difficult to accept all this, he cannot ignore the reality in front of him.

"What I've fought for for them... is now achieved by these cards..." Hart murmured to himself, his voice hoarse.

【Squeeze ~~~~~】

Just as Hart was immersed in thinking about the future, thinking about the union's next action plan, suddenly, the old radio made a harsh noise, and then a special message from the infected person sounded.
To be continued...
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