Steel Survival Zone

鎏金吊灯下，富人夹着雪茄漫望窗外，“钢铁生存区” 里，无数只上了发条的小白鼠在透明滚轮中急促奔忙：汗水浸透衣衫，眼神写满疲惫，从黎明到深夜，连喘息与拥有自己时间的权利都成奢望，却不知滚轮转动的能量正顺着暗管涌来，化作豪宅灯光、豪车动力与杯中冰块。富人轻笑，带着施舍般的傲慢说 “画个‘安稳’的饼，他们就会乖乖出力”，雪茄灰轻弹如视生命为尘埃；当有小白鼠力竭摔倒，他只冰冷皱眉按下按钮换新人，脸上唯有掌控一切的漠然，用他人的绝望滋养着永无止境的贪婪。

Beneath a gilded chandelier, a wealthy man lounges, a cigar clenched between his fingers as he gazes idly out the window. In the "Steel Survival Zone" below, countless wind-up white rats scamper frantically within transparent treadmills—their garments soaked through with sweat, eyes hollowed by exhaustion. From dawn till dusk, they toil without respite, even the luxury of a gasp or the right to claim a moment for themselves a distant dream. Unbeknownst to them, the energy generated by their ceaseless spinning surges through hidden pipes, transforming into the warm glow of luxury mansions, the hum of high-end cars, and the clink of ice in crystal glasses.

The man chuckles softly, his voice laced with condescension as he remarks, "Draw them a 'security' pie, and they'll toil like lambs." A wisp of cigar ash drifts from his lips, flicked aside as carelessly as if brushing crumbs from life itself. When one of the rats collapses, spent, he merely furrows his brow in frosty disdain, pressing a button to summon a fresh replacement. His face wears nothing but the icy calm of absolute dominion—nurturing his insatiable greed on the shattered hopes of those he grinds down.

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