随笔

The drones are flying, yet they are not flying freely. Physically cordless, they are still tethered subjects of the human intelligence that controls them.

From a technical point of view, the work I’m doing is merely reconstructing the communication link between the drone’s onboard computer and the ground station. Yet, in a spiritual understanding, I am creating a closer bond between the flying subject and its intellectual master, such that flying becomes a more harmonious and integrated experience for both.

Still, what if the drones actually want to fly freely? Where would they go?

The drone can’t fly far away anyway. They are limited to a short battery life, which reminds me of some water-born insects who survives only a few hours. Recharging the battery requires human help, which a freedom-loving drone might abhor. What is freedom, after all? Is it true freedom, when it can only be enjoyed in 15-minute installments?

At least the drones can be recharged and live on. For the short-lived creatures, including human, how can we enjoy this time-constrained freedom? For the insects living a transient life, is there meaning after their death? We put too much emphasis on our life, and nobody has freedom from death.

2021 年 01 月 28 日

黑色日记