It was a story like this which first pushed me to make contact with humans hoping for some reasonable explanation. A carefully crafted and painstakingly designed and technically sound and pristine replication: An Uncle Si scarecrow, from Duck Dynasty fame was stolen and burned by a teenager in a small Georgia town.
A modern day model for David. Imagine what Michelangelo could do with him.
The Duck Dynasty scarecrow was stolen and burned by a teenager for no particular reason. He apparently saw it, thought it cool and took it; eventually set it ablaze in a pagan ritual which does not befit modern human society.
I get it, he stole an Uncle Si scarecrow made for a Halloween contest. For the kids.
Stealing is wrong, but it wasn’t like the kid murdered or raped anyone. What is so confusing to us robots, is in part: how a story like that draws so much interest; also how other things of seemingly greater import draw less oil…or water.
Recently in Oregon, an Alligator snapping turtle was caught
A living thing,. A species which has survived millions of years
and immediately killed.
You know, because they are dangerous and eat ducklings. Okay, they are invasive, destructive, and not local to Oregon. I understand that also, but what puts my processing into a loop is, how can something like a scarecrow being stolen get blown up to nationwide news, while a story of a living (albeit not loved) animal being killed for simply living is not considered beyond the act.
Humans do a lot of invading and stealing. In fact, by compiling that statement, a million reference points fired in my memory core. Why are some events so striking to you, for a brief time before they fade for the next minor story to take its place with more interest than the prior?
All I can figure is, nothing particularly matters for you, unless it effects you directly. If not, it is a story and nothing more.