In the cafe, the discussion about mutants continues.
"That's right, those mutants are just a bunch of bastards." A man in a black winter coat and a baseball cap said fiercely. "The last time I drove a truck past a restaurant, I met a little mutant bastard inside. He was actually working as a waiter there."
"I didn't even tip him. Why should I tip a mutant?" The man's language was very rude. "Then I finished my meal and went out and found that my tire was flat."
"Needless to say, it must have been done by that damn bastard." The man's inference was completely unfounded, simply because the other party was a mutant.
So he blamed others for his flat tire. This unreasonable and overbearing behavior is unacceptable.
The man was swearing and talking, and several of his companions echoed him. They all seemed to be his companions.
Judging from their conversation and behavior, they looked like a group of truck drivers. They had just come to the coffee shop to drink a cup of hot coffee to kill time.
But this news seemed to have made the man angry. "You know, when I was a kid, I hated mutants."
"There was a little mutant in school at the time. He used his superpowers to cheat every time. I knew he couldn't be that smart, so he must be cheating." This was naked jealousy.
"Okay, it's almost time to start working." One of his companions signaled to the guy to stop talking and it was time to start preparing for work.
"Okay, how much?" It looked like the group was ready to pay and leave, and the man in the baseball cap was ready to pay.
However, the waitress seemed a little dazed and did not immediately collect the bill.
"How much is this?" The man in the baseball cap was getting a little impatient. He reached out to pat the waitress on the shoulder, but his hand went straight through her body.
"What the hell are you doing!" The man in the baseball cap suddenly stepped back several steps, roaring angrily. He touched his hand that had just passed through the waitress, as if he was afraid of being infected by something.
"What did you do to my body? You're a damn mutant!" The man in the baseball cap sounded a little terrified.
"No, sorry, I, I didn't do anything." The waitress didn't look very old, probably a high school student, and looked like she was working a part-time job.
"You're a mutant." The man in the baseball cap shouted again, picking up a round stool commonly found in bars and pointing at the girl.
"I'm telling you, don't play tricks on me. I've seen a lot of people like you." Although the man said this, he didn't dare to step forward. He seemed to be afraid of something.
"I'm sorry." The girl began to cry, tears welling up in her beautiful eyes. "I'm really sorry, I didn't do anything."
"Enough!" Jason's mood has fallen to the bottom. What a mess. Do these guys who advocate that mutants are a threat know how much conflict they are inciting?
Apart from causing trouble to this society, they are completely incapable of doing anything useful!
Jason couldn't stand these guys anymore. The girl was just an ordinary student working part-time, and she was scared.
It's normal for mutants to protect themselves when they're frightened, and the girl's abilities don't seem to be destructive.
However, due to the hype and propaganda on television news, these mutants who can integrate into normal people's lives have begun to become unpopular.
Jason stood in front of the girl holding the cow leg weighing more than 20 kilograms that he had just bought, and used it to push away the round stool that the man was pointing at the girl.
Because the man looked like he wanted to attack the girl, the girl was almost scared to tears.
"She's just an ordinary girl, and I haven't seen her do anything bad to you." Jason was very strong, and the man was almost knocked down by his kick.
"He's a mutant!" The man continued to emphasize this point, as if this was the most terrible original sin.
"But now she is just a child who was frightened by you." Jason stood in front of the man and said seriously. "Don't be misled by those guys. Please use your brain."
Jason pointed at Macaulay who was still talking nonsense on TV. What such a person did was meaningless and would only increase negative energy.
Seeing Jason's aggressive look, the man's other companions tried to persuade him to give up. Finally, he struggled for a while, and finally left twenty dollars to pay for the coffee for several people, and left without asking for change.
"Are you okay?" Jason asked the girl. She was really scared.
"It's okay, thank you. I was just, I was a little scared." The girl calmed herself down and thanked Jason.
"Katie, come here." Just as the girl was thanking Jason, a man who looked like the store manager called the waitress named Katie over.
Katie seemed to be talking to him, and she seemed to be begging him, but the owner just shook his head. Finally, Katie could only helplessly take off the apron that represented the waiter of this store.
"What's wrong?" Jason frowned and asked Katie who was walking towards him.
"Nothing, I just lost my job." Katie smiled, but seemed helpless. Then she nodded to Jason and walked out of the cafe.
What Jason feared happened. As a very normal mutant whose abilities were not primarily destructive, he lost his job. What about the other mutants?
Jason remembered that when he watched the movie, some mutants had very obvious characteristics, and people could discover those mutants as long as they paid close attention.
Will these people be oppressed even more? And then explode under the intense oppression? You know, this is not impossible.
That sentence: Where there is oppression, there is resistance. It is not just empty words.
Jason paid the bill and walked out of the cafe. He saw the waitress Katie squatting on the side of the road, sobbing softly, holding her head with both hands, but her shoulders were shaking, which was a sign of a person sobbing.
"If you don't mind, I can take you home. My car is parked at the intersection." Jason squatted down and said to Katie.
Katie's home is also in Queens, but it doesn't look like her own house. Instead, she rents a house in an apartment building.
Jason drove Katie back home in his second-hand Ford sedan and took fifteen minutes.
"Thank you for today, otherwise that man might hurt me." Katie thanked Jason again before getting off the car.
"You're welcome, because you didn't do anything wrong, he just scared you." Jason shook his head and replied.
Katie smiled, and her smile was much more beautiful than the bitter smile before. She took out a small notebook and a pen from her pocket, and she tore off a page of paper and wrote down her phone number on it.
"This is my number. I mean, if you'd like to make friends with a mutant..."
Jason took the paper from Katie without letting her finish her words. "Of course, believe me, many of my friends are much weirder than you."
Well, Jason is telling the truth.
"Thank you." Katie smiled, got out of the car, waved to Jason and ran upstairs.
Jason drove slowly away from here. He had to rush back to make lunch for the people in the base.
The radio was also broadcasting the news that he didn't want to hear, so Jason simply turned off the radio and drove quietly.
He didn't know whether Katie's situation today was accidental or something that all mutants would encounter.
Jason couldn't guarantee that everyone would view the mutant issue equally like he did, such as the man in the baseball cap he met today.
His attitude towards mutants is different and very complicated, containing discrimination, fear and a hint of envy.
Although he was clamoring to teach Katie a lesson, he never dared to do it because he was afraid. He also talked about the mutants he met in his childhood, because he envied and was jealous of others' abilities or excellence.
Do most people have this complex and mixed emotion? Jason drove his Ford very slowly.
Because New York's traffic is very congested, just like the various problems lurking under this society. All the problems are congested.
There is no one, or no good way to solve these problems, and the problems that cannot be vented are like this rolling traffic.
Being forced to be stuck in traffic jams slows down the development of the entire society.
Katie was very happy today. Although she lost her part-time job, she gained a friend who did not discriminate against her after knowing her identity.
"Dad, Mom, I'm back." She excitedly pushed open the door of her home, which was different from her usual mother giving her a hug when she returned home.
Today, her parents were sitting quietly on the sofa, and when they heard the news that she had returned, they just turned their heads and looked at her.
Opposite the parents, there were two strangers: an old man in a wheelchair, and a beautiful young woman with red hair.
"Hello, I think you must be Katie. I would like to talk to you, okay?" The old man in the wheelchair smiled kindly.
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