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Chapter 2: I have climbed up here from a world of endless trouble.                    

 

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    The Moon Transit Center building consists of abutment columns and a dome.  It covers an area of approximately 40,000 ping.  The highest point of the dome is 50 meters above ground.  The interior is beautifully decorated, using the finest building materials on the Moon, and displays a matchless, unconventional splendor.   

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    The floor is covered with ¡§Moon Jade¡¨, each piece one-meter square and finely polished to a shining and translucent finish.  On both sides of the hallway, cleverly installed fluorescent lamps emit a soft yellow light.  Under this lighting, the surface of the semi-translucent Moon Jade gleams with a soft hue.  A unique characteristic of Moon Jade is that wherever a 30-degree angle is formed, a fog-like phantom is produced.  Walking on it, one has a sensation of strolling on clouds.     

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    A great many shrubs and flowers have been especially planted around the walkway.  Because the gravity on the Moon is 6 times less than that on Earth, these plants are extremely large in size.  The clusters, fragrant and brightly colored, are found in rich variety.  Among them, the most desirable plant is named the ¡§Moon Lady¡¨.  Its light blue leaves are round and edged with white, giving them the appearance of a full moon.      

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    Many pedestrians throng the walkway.  It is not unusual to see individuals who seem to be walking in their sleep.  They are still tangled in a welter of confusing circumstances.  On such occasions, there would always be some kind-hearted person who would approach them to see if they could draw these sleepwalkers back to reality.  Fortunately, those who come to the Moon are intellectuals selected by the Computer Authority Bureau.  At most they will only experience a short period of confusion.  However, this situation is much more serious on Earth.  Wen Xiang has seen people make fools of themselves in public, completely losing their dignity.  This is one of the reasons why he¡¦d rather stay clear of people.              

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    There are many stores here.  Window-shopping is a luxury reminiscent of the past.  The real fun lies in bargaining.  The sales people in the stores, no matter if they are real people or biochemical people, warmly greet each customer.  Sales records are handled by computer so there is no possibility of any slip up.  Not only is there an ubiquitous electronic surveillance system, but an individual's financial status is also strictly controlled by computer.  Every sum earned or spent is accounted for right down to the last penny.   

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    Although the computer menu offers many choices, after eating his own cooking for half a year, it was not surprising that Wen Xiang wanted to try something else for a change.  He looked around and finally decided on a Chinese restaurant.  In a row of western-style buildings, this red wall, green tile structure with extending eaves and carved columns and panels, was very eye-catching.  Especially a flag, suspended up high, with a line of cursive script announcing, ¡§Jade Rabbit, Golden Laurel, Alluring Fine Wine¡¨.  Even more striking was the fact that it was moving without the help of any breeze.              

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    In the center of the overhead panel, two large gold characters read: ¡§Moon Tower¡¨.  Outside the front door, there was a pair of red stone lions, so exquisitely carved as to seem real.  On either side of the door stood two round red pillars, each two arms length in circumference.  They were composed of a material that was neither wood nor jade.  A magnificent light could be seen flowing within the pillar, endlessly mutating in shape and color.  What really caught the eye were two open-work carved jade screen panels, just inside the entrance.  One panel depicted Wu Gang cutting the laurel tree, and the other depicted Chang E escaping to the MoonWen Xiang shook his head, feeling ornate carving of this kind was too overwrought and lacking in taste.  But who was he to care?  After all, he was only here for something to eat.  Vulgar or not, as always, the food would pass into his digestive system.

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    As Wen Xiang stepped through the door, a waiter dressed in Chinese costume approached him: ¡§How many, sir?¡¨

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    ¡§Just one.¡¨  Wen Xiang looked around and asked, ¡§Do you have a quieter section?¡¨

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    The waiter narrowed his eyes and studied Wen Xiang.  Suddenly, he exclaimed, ¡§Aren¡¦t you the guy that just ¡K.¡¨

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    Everyone heard this and turned around to look in awe.  Wen Xiang knew this meant trouble.  Fortunately, he was prepared for this and he quickly said, ¡§You saw the broadcast?  That was my twin brother.  Right now I'm trying to find him.¡¨

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     ¡§Really?  Your brother really has guts.  The news said he was only slightly hurt.  When you find him, make sure you bring him here to our restaurant.  Everything will be on the house.¡¨

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    All the customers who heard this loudly voiced their approval.  Here and there people stood up to greet Wen Xiang.

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    A person in the corner even raised his glass to Wen Xiang and said: ¡§Gutsy, very gutsy.  Congratulations!¡¨  

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    Wen Xiang thanked him and turned to the waiter: ¡§That brother of mine gets a kick out of putting his life on the line.  It wasn't anything, really!¡¨

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     ¡§Wasn't anything?  He's brought great honor to us Chinese!¡¨

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         ¡§Honor?  You mean you're still prejudiced against other races?¡¨ 

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     ¡§Sir! Racial prejudice?  That was a political slogan from the old days.  Actually, who isn¡¦t prejudiced?  Though we no longer talk about nations, there's still prejudice against the color of a person's skin.  Some people have bleached their skin, and prejudice against odor still exists!  When I said he brought great honor to us Chinese, I really meant it.  It's hard to do business nowadays.  People would rather stay home and dream their timeless dreams.  At last we have a big story and the hero is Chinese.  People are coming out, getting together.  My little restaurant is lively, and that's sure to annoy my French neighbor no end¡K" 

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    As he was talking, the waiter led Wen Xiang to the second floor.  He turned to Wen Xiang and asked furtively: ¡§Did you know the odds against your brother?¡¨

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     ¡§Odds?  What odds?¡¨

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     ¡§Everyone was betting.  I bet that he would be lightly wounded.  The odds were 5 to 1.¡¨

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    Wen Xiang was disgusted when he heard this.  However, when he thought about it, he felt sorry for these people.  The original purpose of life was survival.  Today, with the meaning of life nowhere to be found, people still live on from day to day.  If they don't find some short term goals, what were they to do?  And what about himself?  One mission after another.  Wasn't it just to spice up the lives of others by given them with a little narcotizing information?     

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    After Wen Xiang was seated, the waiter let the curtain down.  The figures in the lobby couldn't be seen distinctly.  It immediately seemed much quieter.  There was a window at the other end of the seat, facing a see-through, carved balustradeWen Xiang ordered his food and then casually watched the people passing back and forth outside his window, thinking about what had happened when the meteorite struck him.  Suddenly, he heard a rustling sound behind him.  When he turned to look, a teenage girl was sitting at the other end of the table.  She wore a bright red dress, and was looking intently at Wen Xiang.       

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    This young girl was quite cute.  Actually, now that genetic engineering was so advanced, trying to find a person of ill-favored appearance was far more difficult than going into space.  Fortunately, people still had some different ideas regarding beauty.  If not, everyone would be a copy of the same model.  Wen Xiang liked a round face.  This young girl not only had a very round face, her eyes were round, as well.  Even the corners of her mouth curved upwards.       

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     ¡§Young lady, do I know you?¡¨  Wen Xiang was a little embarrassed by her stare.

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     ¡§You should!  But that's not important.  I know you!¡¨

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     ¡§No.  You¡¦re mistaken!¡¨  Wen Xiang explained hurriedly: ¡§That was my brother.  We look very much alike.¡¨

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     ¡§Knock it off.  For starters, let's make a deal.  If you refuse, I¡¦ll leave right this minute!¡¨

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    Wen Xiang noted this girl was very straightforward.  He smiled: ¡§Shoot.¡¨

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     ¡§Turn off the computer!  I hate their whispering.  Even more, I hate people who listen to them.¡¨

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    Wen Xiang was caught by surprise.  He had never thought about this question.  Turn off the computer?  Sure, why not?  How come he'd never thought about it?  Of course, he was very comfortable in Wen Wa¡¦s company.  Besides, he was used to being alone.  Without a computer, life would probably be very hard. 

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    Wen Xiang couldn't bring himself to do it, so he said to the girl, ¡§I¡¦ll just tell her to be quiet.  Besides, wherever microwaves can reach, the eyes of the computer will be there as well.  There's no fooling her.¡¨     

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     ¡§You¡¦re mistaken.  I don¡¦t have anything to hide.  It's just that there are so many fools in the world.  Everyone has a computer implant in his or her ear.  Whispered orders can arrive at any moment.  It's become so confusing that you never know if the person you're with is a human being or puppet.¡¨

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     It had never occurred to Wen Xiang there were people who thought this way.  Her words made sense.  However, he felt there was no need, so he said to the girl, ¡§I¡¦m sorry, I can¡¦t turn it off.¡¨

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    When the girl heard this, she stood right up and left.  Before she went downstairs, she left him with these words: ¡§Wild goose chase!  Just another phony robot without a soul.¡¨

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    Wen Xiang just laughed off her rudeness.  But she had a point.  Most people were like this.  The reason why he was cynical was because he despised the company of phony robots.  But no computer had ever controlled him.  Wen Wa never thought of controlling him.  Did it mean that by not turning her off, he had lost his own will?     

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    Never mind!  Better stay away from people like that.  As for cute girls, as long as one could specify the qualifications, in dreams any kind of ideal girl could either be summoned or dismissed.  Why ask for trouble in the real world?   

    ¥i¬O¤å²»ÁÙ¬O§Ô¤£¦í¡A¥L±qÀJªá§ß¤â±´ÀY©¹¤U°½¬Ý¡C°£¤F¤T¨â¦æ¤H¥~¡A¦b¥Û·à¤l¤@°¼¡A¦³¨â­Ó¤H±×¨­¾aµÛ·à¸¡¡A¤@­Ó¤W®M°g±m¤ÓªÅ¸Ë¡A¤U¨­¬O¥Õªø¿Ç¡A¥t¤@­Ó©ÜµÛ¤@¥ó­·¦ç¡C¤Ö¤k¨j¥X¤jªù¡A¨â¤H¥ß¨èªï¤F¤W¥h¡A¤T¤H¥æ´«¤F´X¥y¸Ü¡A«K¤@¦P¦V¦è¤f¨«¥h¡C

     But, Wen Xiang couldn't help it.  He sneaked a glance down through the carved railing.  Aside from 2 or 3 pedestrians, there were two people leaning against one of the stone lions.  One wore a camouflage space suit with white trousers; the other was wearing a cape.  As soon as the girl emerged from the door, they both went up to her.  After exchanging a few words, the three of them headed for the west exit.      

    ¡u¤å«½¡I©pª¾¹D¥L­Ì¬O¤°»ò¤H¡H¡v¤å²»¤ß¤¤¤@°Ê¡A­ì¨Ó¦oÁÙ¦³¦P¹Ù¡I

    ¡§Wen Wa!  Do you know who they are?¡¨  Wen Xiang¡¦s heart missed a beat.  So someone was with her after all!

    ¡uª¾¹D¡C¡v

     ¡§Yes, I do.¡¨

    ¡u«ç»ò¡H¯à¤£¯à§i¶D§Ú¡H¡v¤å²»ª¾¹D¦Û§Úªº¤À»Ú¡A¥u­n¬O¹q¸£¤£¯à»¡ªº¨Æ¡A³s°Ý³£¤£¥²¦A°Ý¡C

     ¡§Well?  Can you tell me?¡¨  Wen Xiang understood the limits.  If the computer was forbidden to discuss anything, there was no use asking.

    ¡u¤£¬O¤£¯à»¡¡A¬O§Ú­ÌÁÙ¦³¨ÇºÃ°Ý¡C¡v

     ¡§It's not that I can't say, it's just that there are still some questions about them.¡¨

    ¤å²»ÂIªº¡u®Û­»Âû¤B¡v¤W¨Ó¤F¡C¹q¸£¤£Ä@»¡¡A¤H«o¤£¨ü­­¨î¡A¤å²»«K°Ý¨º¨ÍªÌ¡G¡u­è¤~¦³¦ì¬õ¦ç¤Ö¤k¡A¦b³o¸Ì§¤¤F¤@·|¡A§A»{ÃѦo¶Ü¡H¡v

    Wen Xiang's order, ¡§Diced Chicken with Laurel Flavor¡¨ was delivered to his table.  If the computer wouldn't talk about it, such restrictions didn't apply to people.  Wen Xiang asked the waiter: ¡§Just now a young girl in red sat here for a while.  Do you know her?¡¨

    ¨º¨ÍªÌ¦ù¦ù¦ÞÀY¡A»¡¡G¡u«È­¾¡A§A¤@©w¬O·s¨Óªº¡AÁÙ¬O¥h§ä¥O§Ì§a¡I³o¸Ì¨Ó©¹ªº¤H«Ü½ÆÂø¡A§O¦Û§ä³Â·Ð¡I¡v

    The waiter licked his lips and said, ¡§Sir, you must be new around here.  Why don't you just look for your brother!  All kinds of people come here.  Don¡¦t go looking for trouble!¡¨

    ¡u·|¦³¤°»ò³Â·Ð¡H¡v

     ¡§What kind of trouble?¡¨

    ¡u§Aª¾¹D¤õ¬P²±·|§a¡H³o¦¸¦U¸ô¦nº~¶³¶°¡A¾Ú»¡¥~¤ÓªÅ¤]¦³¥Íª«°Ñ¥[¡A½Öª¾¹D©O¡H¹³§Ú³oºØ¤p¤Hª«¡A³s¯u¤H¡B¥Í¤Æ¤H¡B¾÷¾¹¤H³£¤À¤£²M·¡¡C«e¨Ç¤é¤l¡A¹q¸£·í§½¬£°»¨¾¾÷¨Ó½Õ¬d¡A»¡§Ú©±¸Ì¦³¥~¬P¤H¡A®`±o§Ú¥Í·N³£°µ¤£¦¨¤F¡C¡v¨ÍªÌ©Ô©ÔÂøÂø¦a»¡¨ì³o¸Ì¡A¬ðµM¤S¤W¤W¤U¤U¥´¶q¤å²»¡G¡u«È­¾¡A§A¤£¬O¥~¬P¤H§a¡H¦Ü¤Ö¡A§Úª¾¹D¥O§Ì¬O¦a²y¤H¡C¡v

     ¡§You know about the conference on Mars?  This time, adventurers of every stripe will be there.  It is said that even the extra-terrestrials will be there.  Who knows?  A nobody like myself can't tell the difference between real people, biochemical people, and robots.  Some time back, the Computer Authority Bureau sent surveillance devices to reconnoiter this area and they reported there were aliens in my restaurant.  It's ruined my business.¡¨  Suddenly in the midst of his rambling chatter, the waiter looked closely at Wen Xiang. ¡§Sir, you¡¦re not an alien, are you?  At least, I know your brother is from planet Earth.¡¨     

    ¡u³o¼Ë»¡¨Ó¡A§A¨£¹L¥~¬P¤HÅo¡H¡v

     ¡§So you¡¦ve seen aliens?¡¨

    ¡u¨£­Ó°­«¨¡I¥L­Ì»¡¥~¬P¤H·|¦û¾Ú¤Hªº¸£ªi¡A¤£¥Î»ö¾¹¬O¬Ý¤£¥X¨Óªº¡C¡v

     ¡§Seen them!  Hell, they say aliens can take control of a person's brain waves.  Without use of an instrument, you can't tell the difference.¡¨

    ¡uÁÙ­n¬£°»¨¾¾÷¡H¹q²´¤£¬O¨ì³B³£¦³¶Ü¡H¡v

     ¡§They used surveillance devices?  Aren¡¦t there electronic eyes everywhere?¡¨ 

    ¡u´N¬O§r¡I§Ú­Ì¥ý«e¤]¥H¬°¹q¸£¯«³q¼s¤j¡A²{¦b¤~ª¾¹D¡A¹D°ª¤@¤Ø¡AÅ]°ª¤@¤V¡I¡v

     ¡§That¡¦s right.  We used to think the computer was so powerful it could do

anything.  Now we know that no matter how powerful the computer may be, there is another force that is even more powerful.

    ¨ÍªÌ¨««á¡A¤å²»°Ý¤å«½¡G¡u¥L»¡ªº¬O¯uªº¶Ü¡H¡v

    After the waiter left, Wen Xiang asked Wen Wa: ¡§Was he telling the truth?¡¨

    ¡u§Aª¾¹D§Ú¬O¤£¯àµû½×¥ô¦ó¤Hªº¡C¡v

     ¡§You know I'm not permitted to comment on people.¡¨

    ¤å²»»P¤H¹jµ´¤Ó¤[¤F¡A¤S¤@ª½§â¤å«½·í°µ³Ì¦nªºªB¤Í¡A¬O¥H¨S¸g«ä¯Á²æ¤f´N°Ý¡C¨ä¹ê³o­Ó¹D²z¥L¬Oª¾¹Dªº¡A¦b¤G¡³¤G¥|«Å¨¥¤¤¡A©ú©w¨p¥Î¹q¸£¥u¯à´£¨Ñ¸ê°TªA°È¡A¤£¥i§@¥ô¦ó§PÂ_¡C¥Ñ©ó¨C­Ó¤Hªº´¼¤O¤ô·Ç¤£¤@¡A¥H­P¹ï¹q¸£©Ò´£¨Ñªº¸ê°T¡A²z¸Ñµ{«×¤]¦³¤£¦P¡C¦A¥[¤W¦U¤Hªº¥DÆ[·NÃÑ¡A¦P¼Ë¤@¥ó¨Æ¹ê¡AÁÙ¬O·|¦³¦UºØ¤£¦Pªº¸ÑŪ¡C

    Wen Xiang had been away from the company of people too long.  He had always regarded Wen Wa as his best friend.  That's why he had spoken before thinking.  Actually he knew the rules of the game.  In the 2024 Declaration, it was clearly stated that personal computers were limited to information service.  They were not allowed to make any judgement.  Since each person is endowed with a different level of intelligence, their ability to comprehend information provided by their computer, was also different.  When combined with each person's subjective views, a single incident could provoke a multitude of different interpretations.

    ·íµM¡A¤å²»¤S»P¤@¯ë¤H¤£¦P¡A¥L¨­­t¹q¸£©Ò½á»Pªº¥ô°È¡A±`±`»Ý­n»P¤å«½·¾³q¡C¦ý¬O°£¤F¥ô°È¥H¥~ªº¨Æ¡A¤×¨ä¬O¤H»Ú¥æ©¹¡A¤å«½Á`ª¾¹D¤À¤o¡Aµ´¤£´¡¤f¡C

    Of course, Wen Xiang was not your average person.  His mission was to carry out assignments issued by the computer and that meant keeping in constant touch with Wen Wa.  However, aside from talking about his assignments, especially when it came to socializing with people, Wen Wa tactfully never made any comment. 

    ¾F®yÁÙ¦³¤T­Ó«È¤H¡A¤@¹ï¬ïµÛ¤é¦¡©MªAªº¤¤¦~¤Ò°ü¡A¥¿©M¥t¤@¦ì¦è¸Ë­²¼iªº¨k¤l°ª½ÍÁï½×¡C¦p¤µ¥u­n¬O¤½¦@³õ©Ò¡A³£³]¦³Án­µ½Õ±±¾¹¡A¦pªG¶û§O¤H¤Ó§n¡A¶}±Ò­µ»Ù³]³Æ§Y¥i¹j­µ¡C¤å²»¤@®É¦n©_¡A¤£¶È¤£¶}¡A¤Ï¦Ó©Ôªø¦Õ¦·¡A·Qťť³Ìªñ¤@¯ë¤H©ÒÃö¤ßªº¸ÜÃD¡C

    Three guests still remained at an adjoining table.  A middle-aged woman wearing a Japanese kimono and a man in a tailored suit were talking enthusiastically.  In this day and age, all public areas are equipped with a device for volume control.  If one feels those around him have become too noisy, a sound block device can be activated and soundproofing will immediately go into effect.  But at this moment, Wen Xiang was curious, so he didn't turn it on.  On the contrary, he strained his ears, hoping to hear what people were interested in nowadays.    

   ¤å²»Å¥¤F¤@·|¡A­ì¨Ó¨º¹ï¤é¥»¤Ò©d¡A¨kªº¥s¥­©MÁ¾¤G¡A¤kªº¬O¬v¤l¡C¥­©MÁ¾¤G¬O¤@­Ó¼@§@®a¡A¥Lªº§@«~¡u¤õ¬P©ÇÃ~¡v¤w¸g³sÄò¨â¶g¦b©_±¡¼eÀWºô¸ô¤W¹Ü»í¡C³o¦¸±aµÛ©d¤l¡A»P¸Ó¤ù¾Éºt¦õ¦õ¤ì¦P¥h¤õ¬P®È¹C¡C¥L­Ì½Í¨Ó½Í¥h¡A¤£¥~¥G·QºÉ¦UºØÂI¤l¡A­n§â©ÇÃ~´y­z±o§óÀb¤HÅ¥»D¡A¤j¦³¤£À~¦º¤H¤£ªÖ¤z¥ðªººA¶Õ¡C

    After listening for a while, Wen Xiang learned the names of the Japanese couple.  The husband's name was Hirawa Kenji and the wife was Yoko.  Hirawa Kenji was a playwright.  His work, ¡§Monsters from Mars¡¨, had been ranked number one in the broadband Internet "Fantasy" category for two consecutive weeks.  Now he had brought his wife and, Sasaki, the film director on a trip to Mars.  They talked of nothing but how to make the monster more fearsome and menacing.  It sounded like they didn't intend to stop until some people had been frightened to death.           

    ¦b¥L­Ì¤@°¼ªº¥t¤@®à¡A¦³¨â¨k¨â¤k¥|­Ó¥Õ¤H¤]¦b½Í¸Ü¡A¦Ó¥B­Ó­Ó·T¬ÜÂê²´ªº¡A¦n¹³¦³¤°»ò¤£¯à¸Ñ¨Mªº¨Æ¡C¤å²»Å¥¤£¨ì¥L­ÌªºÁn­µ¡A³oªí¥Ü¥L­Ì±Ò°Ê¤F¹j­µ»Ù¡C

    At another table next to them, four Caucasians, two men and two women, were also talking.  Frowning, they seemed faced with some insoluble problem.  Wen Xiang couldn't hear them, which meant they had activated the sound block. 

    ¥­©MÁ¾¤G»¡¡G¡u¦õ¦õ¤ì§gªº¤âªk¤Ó«O¦u¤F¡A¥i¥H¦A«iªZ¨Ç¡C¡v

    Hirawa Kenji said: ¡§Mr. Sasaki is too conservative in his approach.  He needs to be bolder.¡¨ 

    ¦õ¦õ¤ì¤£¥H¬°µM¡G¡u¹L¤À¡I¬O©ÇÃ~­n¦h¦h¥[±j¡C¡v

    Sasaki didn't agree: ¡§You exaggerate!  It¡¦s the monster that needs improvement.¡¨

    ¡u¦b¼¯¤Ñ¤j¼Ó¤W¡A©ÇÃ~¥i¥H¥Î¤T­Ó¡C¡v

     ¡§On the skyscraper, we could use 3 monsters.¡¨

    ¡u¬v¤l¤]¤£¯à¦P·N§a¡H¡v¦õ¦õ¤ì¹ï¬v¤l»¡¡C

     ¡§Surely Yoko doesn't agree?¡¨ Sasaki asked Yoko. 

    ¡u³Ì¦nťťÆ[²³ªº·N¨£¡C¡v¬v¤lÅs¨­»¡¡C

     ¡§Better get an audience opinion,¡¨ said Yoko, bowing as she spoke. 

    ¡uÆ[²³¡H¦b­þ¸Ì¡H¡v

     ¡§Audience?  Where?¡¨

    ¦õ¦õ¤ì¬Ý¬Ý¥ªÃä¥u¦³¤å²»¤@­Ó¤H¡A¦Ó¥k°¼«h¦³¥|¦ì¡A¦ý¥L¤]µo²{¨ºÃä¨S¦³Án­µ¡C«K¦ù¹L¤â¥h¡A©ç©ç¤@¦ì¶À¦ç¤k­¦ªº«áªÓ¡A¥Ü·N¦o¨ú®ø¹j­µ»Ù¡C

    Sasaki looked to his left.  There was only Wen Xiang, sitting by himself, and there were only four people on their right.  However, he found he couldn't hear any sound from that side, either.  He reached out his hand and touched the shoulder of a woman in yellow, indicating he wanted her to cancel the sound block.     

    ¨º¦ì¤k­¦µS¿Ý¤F¤@·|¡A³Ì«áÁÙ¬O«ö¤F¶s¡A¦^¹L¨­¨Ó°Ý¹D¡G¡u½Ð°Ý¦³¤°»ò¨Æ¡H¡v

    The woman hesitated for a moment, but finally pushed the button, and turning to him asked, ¡§What do you want?¡¨

    ¦õ¦õ¤ì¥´¶q¤F¨º¤k­¦¤@·|¡Aº¡­±°ïÅw¦a»¡¡G¡u¤k¤h¡A¬üÄR±o«Ü­þ¡I¡v

    Sasaki eyed the woman for minute and smiling broadly said, "Madame, you are very beautiful!¡¨

    ¤k­¦µL°Ê©ó°J¡A§N§N¦a»¡¡G¡u³o¬O¼¯µn¢ï¢ð¸¹²Ä¤T¡³¤G¤K¸¹¼Ò¦¡¡AÁÙ¦³¤°»ò¨Æ¡H¡v

    Unimpressed, the woman said coldly: ¡§This is a Modern gh model 3028.  Anything else?¡¨

    ¡u¤k¤h»~·|¤F¡C¡v¦õ¦õ¤ì³s¦£¸ÑÄÀ¡G¡u§Ú¬O¤õ¬P©ÇÃ~ªº¾Éºt¡A¦õ¦õ¤ì¡C¡v

     ¡§Madam, you misunderstand.¡¨ Sasaki explained hurriedly.  ¡§I¡¦m Sasaki, the director of 'Monsters from Mars'¡¨

    ¥Lº¡¥H¬°³o¤@¨Ó¤@©w·|¤Þ°_Ä̰ʡA¨S·Q¨ì¨º¤T­Ó¤H³sÀY³£¨S¦³©ï¤@¤U¡C

    He thought this announcement would rouse some interest, but the other 3 people didn't even look up.

    ¡u«ç¼Ë¡H¡v¤k­¦¤]¤£¥H¬°·N¡C

     ¡§So?¡¨  The woman wasn't impressed, either.

    ¦õ¦õ¤ì¤j¬°¤£¸Ñ¡A©~µM³o¨Ç¤H¦³²´µL¯]¡I

    Sasaki was puzzled.  How could anyone fail to recognize him!

    ¡u©p¨S¬Ý¹L¤õ¬P©ÇÃ~¡H¡v

     ¡§Haven¡¦t you seen 'Monsters from Mars'?¡¨

    ¡u¨S¬Ý¹L¡I¡v

     ¡§No, I haven¡¦t!¡¨

    ¡u«ç»ò·|¡H¨º¥L­Ì¬Ý¹L¨S¦³¡H¡v¦õ¦õ¤ì«ü«ü¤k­¦¨­«áªº¤T­Ó¤H¡C

     ¡§How come?  How about them?  Have they seen it?¡¨  Sasaki pointed at the 3 people behind the woman.

    ¡u³£¨S¬Ý¹L¡A¦n§a¡H¹ï¤£°_¡A§Ú­Ì«Ü¦£¡I¡v

     ¡§None of us have seen it, o.k?  Excuse me, but we¡¦re very busy!¡¨ 

    ¤k­¦´£°ª¤FÁn½Õ¡A¥t¥~¤T­Ó¤H¤]Å¥¨£¤F¡A¤»°¦²´·úª½ÀüµÛ¦õ¦õ¤ì¡C¤@¦ì¦~¬ö¸û»´ªº¨k¤h¡A§â¹j­µ»ÙÃö¤F¡A¶É¹L¨­°Ý¤k­¦¹D¡G¡u¿Ë·Rªº¡A¤°»ò¨Æ¡H³o­Ó¤p¤é¥»§ä©p³Â·Ð¡H¡v

    The woman raised her voice so the other 3 people could hear.  Six eyes were now fixed on Sasaki.  A younger gentleman turned off his sound block and leaned over to ask the woman: ¡§Darling, what's up?  Is this little Jap bothering you?¡¨ 

    ¡u°Z¦³¦¹²z¡I¤°»ò¤p¤é¥»¡H¡v¤é¥»¤H¦b¤G¤Q¥@¬ö«á´Á¡A´¿¸g³Ð³y¹L½÷·×¤@®Éªºªwªj¸gÀÙ¡C¦ý«ª©ó«e¤©Êªº²´¥ú¤Ó²L¡A¹L«×¨Ì¿à¥Í²£§Þ³N¡A¸g¹L¤d¹¯¦~ªº¸gÀÙ¿½±ø¡A¤w¬O¤@Ãݤ£®¶¡C³Ìªñ¹q¸£ªº¤À¤l¤uµ{¤j¿³¡A¤S¤@Á|±N¤é¥»ºë±K¤u·~²^¨Oºë¥ú¡C´¿¦³¤@¥÷¹q¤l³ø¾É¡A½Õ¨Ô²{¦bªº¤é¥»¤H¬O¦W²Å¨ä¹êªº¡u¤p¤é¥»¡v¡A·S±o¤é¥»¤H¤ß¤õÃøª{¡C

    ¡§What's this?  What do you mean 'little Jap'?¡¨  During the latter part of the 20th century, the Japanese had for a while created a glorious economic bubble.  However, they lacked the necessary vision and in their short sightedness had depended too much on their product technology.  After the recession at the end of the millennium, Japan had gone downhill.  Recently, computer molecular engineering had taken off with the result that the Japanese precision industry had been driven from market, once and for all.  An electronic report had made fun of the Japanese, saying they had now really become "little Japs".  The Japanese were furious.           

    ¥­©MÁ¾¤G¥»¨Ó¥u¦b¤@®ÇÅ¥µÛ¡A³o®É§Ô¤£¦í«ë«ë¦a»¡¡G¡u¤£­n¤p¬Ý¤p¤é¥»¡A¦³¥»¨Æ´N¤£­n¬Ý§Ú­Ìªº¤õ¬P©ÇÃ~¡I¡v

    Hirawa Kenji had been sitting there, listening.  But now he couldn't keep the hatred from his voice as he said, ¡§Don¡¦t underestimate us little Japs.  See if you can resist watching our Monsters from Mars!¡¨  

    ¡u¤°»ò¤õ¬P©ÇÃ~¡H¡v¨º«C¦~¤@ÀYÃú¤ô¡C

     ¡§What Monsters from Mars?¡¨  The young man was puzzled.  

    ¡u³ìªv¡I§Ú­Ìªº°ÝÃDÁÙ¨S¦³¸Ñ¨M©O¡I¡v¤k­¦Àµ¨D¹D¡C

     ¡§George!" The woman pleaded, "We still haven¡¦t solved our own problems!¡¨ 

    ¡u¨S¦³ª¾ÃÑ¡I³s¥@¬É¤W³Ì½æ®yªº¹q¼v³£¤£ª¾¹D¡I¡v¥­©MÁ¾¤G§N¯º¹D¡C

     ¡§Ignorance!  Never heard of the most popular movie in the whole world!¡¨ Hirawa Kenji laughed coldly.  

    ¡u³á¡I­ì¨Ó§A»¡ªº¬O¤é¥»¹q¼v¡I¡v³ìªv¦^ÀY¦V¥t¤@¦ì¤k­¦¥´½ì¹D¡G¡u°O±o§a¡H´N¬O¨º¨Ç¤°»òÁ­½¸¡B»aÃÇ¡B»h»i¡A¤Ï¥¿³£¤£¬O¤Hºtªºª±·N¡I¡v

     ¡§Oh!  You were referring to a Japanese movie!¡¨  George turned to another woman and said mockingly: ¡§ Remember?  All those cockroaches, flies, and lizards.  Anyway, they weren't roles that called for humans to play.¡¨

    ¡u¤°»ò¡H§A³o¬O¦b½|¤H¡I¡v¥­©MÁ¾¤G®ð±o¯¸¤F°_¨Ó¡C

     ¡§What?  You dare to insult me!¡¨  Hirawa Kenji angrily got to his feet.      

    ¡u¬O¶Ü¡H§Ú¥H¬°¥u¬O½|©ÇÃ~­ù¡I¡v

     ¡§Oh?  I thought I was insulting the monsters!¡¨

    ¦õ¦õ¤ì¦A¤]«ö±Ì¤£¦í¡A§â®à¤l¤@±À¡A®¼¨­¦Ó°_¡C¦b¥t¤@Ãä¡A¨â¦ì¨k¤h¤]¯¸°_¨Ó¡A¼¯®±À¿´x¡AÄøÄø±ý°Ê¡C

    Sasaki could no longer restrain his anger.  He pushed the table aside and stood up.  On the other side two men were standing, rubbing their fists, ready for action.

    ¬v¤lµL¥i©`¦ó¦a»¡¡G¡u§A­Ì¤@ÂI³£¨S¾Ç¨Ä¡A³o¼Ë¦³¤°»ò¥Î©O¡H¡v

    Yoko said resignedly, ¡§You guys never learn.  What¡¦s the use of carrying on like this?¡¨ 

    ¥­©MÁ¾¤G¸m­YªÉ»D¡A§@¶Õ´N­n¦V«e½Ä¥h¡C¥¿­nÀ¿·m¨«¤õ¡A¥u¨£¤@¹D¥Õ¥ú°{¹L¡A¥|¦ì¨k¤h¤K±ø»L¦P®É¤@³n¡A¥þ³¡©ü­Ë´N¦a¡C

    Hirawa Kenji ignored her remarks and made as if he were ready to start swinging.  Just as they were about to exchange blows there was a flash of white light.  The legs of the four men went weak, and they all fell to the floor, unconscious.

    ¤T¦ì¤k­¦¦ü¥G¤w¸g¥qªÅ¨£ºD¡A¥u¬O¼¦¼§¦a±æ¤F±æ¦a¤W¡A¨º¶À¦ç¤k­¦¹ï¥t¤@¦ì»¡¡G¡u¯ü¸¦¡A©p¬Ý¬Ý³o¨Ç¨k¤H¡A«ç»ò¦Ñ¬O¾Ç¤£¨Ä¡H¡v

    The 3 women seemed used to this sort of thing and merely looked with pity at the men lying on the floor.  The woman in yellow said to the other woman, ¡§Judy, look at those guys.  How come they never learn?¡¨

    ¡u¤]Ãø©Ç¡A¦~»´¤Hºë¤O¥R¨K¡A³Ç§J¥Í¤£¬O±`»¡¡A¥­±`°µ¹Ú¬O°²ªº¡A¤£¹LÅ}¡C¡v

     ¡§Well, no wonder.  Young men are too full of beans.  Isn't Jackson always saying that dreams are artificial and therefore unsatisfying?¡¨

    ¡u³o¤@¼Ë¬O°²ªº§r¡I¦³¤°»ò¤À§O¡H¡v

     ¡§But this is also artificial!  So where's the difference?¡¨

    ¡u·íµM¦³¤À§O¡A¦]¬°­n¯u¥¿µo¤õ¤F¡A¤~·|²n§Ö¡C¥L­Ì²{¦bÁöµM³Q¹q¸£±±¨î¦í¤F¡A¦ý¬O¾ÌµÛ¨ºªÑ«ã®ð¡A¦b¹Ú¤¤¤@©w¥¿¥´±o¼ö¾x­ù¡I¡v

     ¡§Of course there are differences.  There has to be real anger in order to feel exhilarated.  At the moment they're being controlled by the computer, but on the basis of their anger, they'll be having a terrific fight in their dreams!¡¨

    ¤å²»ª¾¹D¡A³o¬O¹q¸£¨¾¤î¤H­Ì°«¼Þªº¤èªk¡C¨C·í¦³¤HµÇ¤W¸¢¯À¤j¶q¤Àªc¡A¥i¯àµo¥ÍªÏÅé½Ä¬ð®É¡A¦U¤Hªº¨p¥Î¹q¸£´N·|µo¥X¹q°T¡A¨ë¿E¸£¤U««ÅéÄÀ©ñ¤@ºØ³Â¾K©Êªº¤º¤Àªc¡u¦h°Ø©R¡v¡C¦h°Ø©R·|Åý¤H¶i¤J¹Ú¹Ò¡A¦b¹Ú¤¤«K¥iºÉ±¡¦a«Å¬ª¼««ã¡C¥u¬O¿ô¨Ó¥H«á¡A¤H·|­¿·P¯h­Â¡A¤°»òµÊ®ð³£¨S¦³¤F¡C

    Wen Xiang knew this was how computers kept people from getting into fights.  Whenever someone generated a sufficiently large quantity of adrenaline that might possibly lead to blows, each personal computer would stimulate the pituitary by means of an electric signal to release serotonin, a tranquilizing neurotransmitter.  Serotonin helps people to dream, and in those dreams they can release anger to their heart's content.  After they wake up, they'll feel dead tired but all their anger will be gone.        

    ¤å²»¥ÎÀ\§¹²¦¡A¬Ý¬ÝÂ÷µn±ô®É¶¡ÁÙ¦³´X­Ó¤p®É¡A«K¥´ºâ¦bÂà¯è¯¸¤º·È¹F·È¹F¡C³o®Éªº­p®É¤èªk¦³¤GºØ¡A¤@¬O¥H¦a²y®æªL«Âªvªº¼Ð·Ç®É§@¬°¡u¥@¬É®É¡v¡F¤@¬O¤é¥ú®É¶¡¡Aªu¥Î¤G¤Q¥|¤p®É¨î¡C¬°¤FÁ×§K³Q¤H»{¥X¡A¥L¯S·N´«¤F¦çªA¡A¤SÀ¹¤W¤@³»§Cò´U¡C

    After Wen Xiang finished his meal several hours remained before he had to board the shuttle, so he decided to stroll around the transit station.  Nowadays there are two ways to count time.  One is Greenwich Standard Time, as used on Earth and is also known as ¡§World Time¡¨.  The other is Daylight Time, which follows the 24-hour cycle.  To avoid recognition, he changed clothes and wore a low brim hat.         

    ¨«¹D¤W¦æ¤H¤£¤Ö¡A¤@­Ó­Ó³£¬O±y«v¹C«v¡BªF±i¦è±æ¦a¡A¬Ý¬Ý­þ¸Ì¦³¼ö¾x¥iÁ@¡C¦Ó³o¨Ç¦æ¤H¤]¦³¯S¦â¡A¥L­Ì¸g±`¨«µÛ¨«µÛ¡A«K¥bºÎ¥b¿ô¦a¸ó¶i¤F¹Ú¶m¡C¦n¦b¹q¸£¦³¶g¥þªº¨¾³Æ¡A®ÇÆ[ªÌ¤]³£¤ß»â¯«·|¡A°£¤F¦P±¡¦a±´µø¤@¤U¦³µL¦MÀI¥~¡A¥ô½Ö³£¤£·|»´©ö¥´ÂZ¡C

    There were many people along the passageway, each of them leisurely strolling about, on the lookout for any possible excitement.  There was something special about these pedestrians.  As they walked they would semi-consciously enter their dreams.  Fortunately, their computers had already taken full precaution.  Observers understood this.  Aside from taking a sympathetic look to make sure they weren't in any danger, no one bothered them in the least.        

    ³oºØ©_¯Sªº´ºÆ[¡A¤w¬O¤HÃþªÀ·|³Ì¯u¹êªº¼g·Ó¡C¤H­ÌµL¥ðµL¤î¦a°l¨D¨ë¿E¡A¤é±`¥Í¬¡¤Ó³h¥F¤F¡A¤@¯ë¤H°®¯Ü±N¤@¤Ñ³]©w¦¨¤T­Ó¹Ú¹Ò¡A¤@­Ó¹Úºò±µµÛ¥t¤@­Ó¡A¥Ã»·¬¡¦b¹Ú¤¤¡C

    Such an unusual sight had already become the most realistic reflection of society.  People insatiably seeking one thrill after another.  Daily life was too dull so the average person felt, heck with it, and sets himself for 3 dreams a day, one right after the other, enabling them to dream on and on.    

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    In order to halt this unhealthy tendency, the Human Consul had once organized a hearing.  Renowned experts and scholars were invited from all over the world to discuss the question of limiting dream-time.  Some felt that 8 hours was too long but others felt it was inadequate.  Some even suggested that, based on human rights, the length of time should be decided by the dreamers.  They could dream as long as they wished.     

    ¥Ñ©ó³o¦¸Å¥ÃÒ·|¬O³z¹Lºôµ¸¶i¦æªº¡A³o­Ó«ØÄ³¥ß§YÀò±o¼ö¯Pªº¦^ÅT¡C¼Æ¥H¸U­pªº¤H³£«æµÛ¤WºôªíºA¤ä«ù¡Aµ²ªGºôµ¸¾Ö¶ë¡A´X¥G¥OÅ¥ÃÒ·|¤¤Â_¡C

    Because this hearing was held on the Internet, such a proposal immediately triggered a heated response.  Tens of thousands of people eagerly went online to show their support.  As a result, the Internet became overloaded and the hearing was nearly disrupted.

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    Just when everyone was arguing, a 6-year-old celebrity, Mokoko, - the first child to be born after the ¡§Renounce the Right of Survival¡¨ bill was signed ¡V got right to the heart of the matter during a press interview, when he said, ¡§I like to dream.  I don¡¦t like to wake up.¡¨     

    ³o¥y¸Ü¥O¤j¤HÀ~¤F¤@¸õ¡A¦pªG¤@­Ó¤H¿ï¾Ü¥Ã»·°µ¹Ú¡A¥Ã»·¤£¿ô¹L¨Ó¡A¨º»P¦º¦³¤°»ò¤À§O¡HÃø¹D¤H­Ì´÷±æ¦º¤`¡H·íµM¤£¬O¡A½Ö³£©È¦º¡A½Ö³£§Æ±æ»P¤Ñ¦a¦P¹Ø¡C¥i¬O¡A«ç»ò·|¦³³oºØ¡u§Æ±æ¥Ã»·¬¡¦b¹Ú¤¤¡vªº·Qªk©O¡H

    His words startled the adults.  If a person chose to dream forever and never wake up, was there any difference from being dead?  Was he saying people long for death?  Of course not.  Everybody is afraid of death and everyone hopes to live forever.  How did this notion of ¡§living forever in one's dreams" come about?

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    Finally, influential people began to give serious thought to this question.  How could the general public be expected to properly understand such a profound philosophical question?  Since they could not understand, why should they be allowed to express their opinions?  

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    Therefore, people of influence invoked the ¡§conflict of interest¡¨ clause to stop the hearing.  The final decision was that no dream should last longer than 8 hours.  If one wished to, they could continue, but they must wake up for 3 minutes (this is not for biological needs because the computer is able to provide complete services, such as feeding, elimination, and muscle massage.).  They unanimously felt that these 3 minutes would be ¡§free will¡¨ time; an opportunity for individuals to decide what would be best for them.    

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    However, in the end, these good intentions eventually became a tyrannical policy that brought suffering to the people.  Because not many people among the billions who had just awakened from their dreams were able to say for sure which one was the dream! 

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    Fortunately for mankind, one of their virtues is an ability to adapt to new circumstances.  After a few decades, people became accustomed to the blurred distinction between reality and illusion.  Very often people would just step out of one dream and immediately tumble into another.  And the world of man had become a ¡§passageway¡¨ between one dream and the next.    

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    After all, there were a greater number of clear-headed people on the Moon.  The population of Wen Xiang¡¦s hometown numbers in the millions.  From morning to night, people wander in dreamland.  There's not a soul to be seen on the streets.  Wen Xiang is alert to what is taking place.  He can still see hope on the Moon and this pleases him.  At least, not everyone there is dreaming.  

    ¦b¤@­Ó¤p¤pªºªá¶é¸Ì¡A¤å²»¬Ý¨ì¦³¤£¤Ö¤H³ò¦b¤@´Ê¼Æ©êªº»a¬f¤U¡A¨º¸Ì¦³­Ó§u¹C¸Ö¤H¡A¥¿¦ÛÅU¦Û¦a¼u°Û¡A¨ä­µ¦³¦p¯]»ï¥ÉÃý¡A®®¦Õ°Ê¯«¡C

    In a small garden Wen Xiang saw many people gathered beneath an old cypress tree.  The trunk was so thick it would take several people with extended arms to embrace it.  Under the tree a wandering troubadour was playing his instrument and singing, oblivious to those around him.  His voice was as lovely as a pearl, as clear as jade.  It was pleasing to the ear and very moving.         

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    Wen Xiang had a sharp eye.  He could see the singer's Pipa (Note 1) had been crafted by hand.  In this day and age when everything is mass-produced by computer, it was very rare to see something that has been hand crafted, much less that someone would have brought it to the Moon.  

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    The singer was an elderly oriental man.  Wen Xiang drew closer to listen.  The man was singing in Chinese and the lyrics were from Li Bai¡¦s ¡§The Wanderer's Lot is not an Easy One."

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Gold cup of pure wine, at cost of many thousands.

Jade plate of delicacies, will set you back 10,000

Brushing aside chopsticks and cup, my appetite has fled

Drawing sword, I look about, uncertain where to head

I'd cross the Yellow River, but ice has choked its flow

I'd climb Taihang Mt., but the sky is dark with snow

With idleness upon me, I fish beside a stream 

Abruptly find I'm on a boat, drawing near Chang An in dream

The wanderer's lot is not an easy one, not an easy one.

Once so many roads to take, but where am I today

Turbulence of wind and wave, shall be mine again someday

And I shall hoist my sail of cloud and sail far away.

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    There are altogether 3 poems listed under Li Bai¡¦s ¡§THE HARD ROAD¡¨.  They speak of victories and setbacks.  As the old man sang, his voice was heavy with grief, full of helpless sorrow.  The song told of a bold gallant who laments being born too late.  Though gold cup and jade plate were set before him, momentous deeds were never his.  He bemoaned the many twists and turns along life's road.  Life's luxuries are incompatible with youthful ambition.  He might just as well vanish across the sea.

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    Because DNA engineering had made great advances, everyone strives to look young.  Wrinkles and white hair are rarely seen.  Together with the mournful, wavering singing voice of this old man, the sadness concealed in the poem was completely bared.  Though Wen Xiang had little experience with verse, he would chant poetry for pleasure in his leisure time.  He had read all of Li Bai¡¦s poems, but had never heard this archaic tune.       

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    The old man continued to sing:

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The Way is like the blue sky, no exit meets the eye.

Hanging out with Chang An playboy wastrels.

Betting on cocks and racing dogs for trifling sums.

Penniless, I hymn my doleful song of ambition.

Service under a prince is not what I had in mind.

Han Xin was jeered in Huaiyin market place.

Han Dynasty courtiers were jealous of Jia's superior genius.

You don't know how King Yen honored Guo Wei in days gone by.

Bowing low to welcome him without reservation.

Jia Xin and Yue Yi in gratitude for his favor.

Devoted their talents to his service.

Today vines and weeds entwine King Zhao's bones.

Who is there to sweep his terrace of gold?

The wanderer's lot is not an easy one,

Go home, don't delay.

    ³o¤@¬q®ð¶Õ°~ÅÜ¡A§í´­¹y®À¡A¬J±aµÛ¼J¿ØªºµÄ½Õ¡A¯º¨º¨Ç¤£ÃÑ­^¶¯ªº¥«¤«Äøª«¡A°¾¤S§¨ÂøµÛµL­­ªº¼¦¼§¡A§Y¥O­^¶¯°¸¦Ó§§§Ó±o¹S¡A²×¨s¥@¤Wª¾­µÃø³V¡C

    In this section the mood changed dramatically.  The rising and falling cadence contained a tone of irony.  It laughed at those fools in the world who did not recognize heroes.  At the same time, the tone expressed infinite pity so that even heroes who had fulfilled their ambitions, in the end had no friends who understood them.          

    ¤å²»¥»¬O­Ó¥­¤Z¤H¡A¬J¥¼¸g¾ú¤j­·¤j®ö¡A¤ß¤¤¤SµL¶ôÂS¡A¹ï³o¤@¬q­Ë¬O¨S¦³«Ü²`ªº·P¨ü¡C¥uÅ¥¨º¦ÑªÌ§âµ^­µ½Õ§C¤F¡A­Y¼Û­Yª_¦a§C§uµÛ¡G

    Wen Xiang was an ordinary person.  He had never experienced great suffering and he was without grievance, so he wasn't moved by this part.  The old man tuned the Pipa lower and in a voice between song and sorrow, sang lowly:

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No need to wash one's ears with water from Ying River.

Nor chew leaves on Shouyan mountain.

Best to hide your brilliance and choose obscurity.

What's the point of being a solitary peak lofty as clouds or moon?

I note that men of talent from ancient times to now.

By not stepping down at the proper time, each of them was slain.

Zixu's corpse was tossed into the river Wu.

Quyuan drowned himself in the Miluo river.

Was Lu Ji's remarkable talent able to save him?

Li Si suffered by not opting for early retirement.

Never again to hear the cry of cranes at Hua Ting.

Much less hunt with falcon at Shang Cai.

You've not heard of Zhang Han from Wu, famed for breadth of wisdom?

The autumn wind brought the scent of home and he immediately returned.

Enjoy the glass of wine before you.

What use will fame be a thousand years from now?

    ¥j¤µ¤@½g½g¦å²O²Oªº¥v¹ê¡A²ö«D¬°¤FÅv§Qªºª§¹Ü¡A¤£©¯­¸³¾ºÉ¡A¨}¤}ÂáF¬¾¨ß¦º¡A¨«ª¯²i¡C¤£ÃѮɰȪº­^»¨¡A¤@¥¹¥\¦¨¦W´N¡A¤@­Ó­Ó¤U³õ¬Ò³ô¼~¡C¥u¦³¤Ö¼ÆÃm¹Fªº½å¤h°ª¤H¡A¤~¯à¶W¶V§Îªí¡AµøÁn¦W¦pÁT¤g¡C

    All blood-spattered historic facts are nothing more than a struggle for power.  Unfortunately, when the birds have gone, the bow is put away; when the cunning rabbits are dead, the hunting dogs are cooked and eaten.  All heroes, should they be naïve in the ways of the world, can expect an unhappy end to their careers, even if they have performed great deeds and gained much fame.  Only a few individuals of profound understanding can rise above outward appearances and look upon fame as if it were filth.     

    ¤å²»Å¥¤F¡A¤j¦³©Ò·P¡A§Ô¤£¦íÀ»¸`ÃÙ½à¡C«Ý¨º¦Ñ¤H°Û§¹¡A³s¦£¨«¤W«e¥h¡A»¡¹D¡G¡u¦Ñ¥ý¥Í°Û±o¤Ó¦n¤F¡I½Ð°Ý¶Q©m¡H¡v

    When Wen Xiang heard him sing, he felt a great stir in his heart.  He couldn't help but applaud in appreciation.  When the old man finished, Wen Xiang walked up to him and said: ¡§Great singing, sir.  May I know your name?¡¨

    ¦Ñ¤H¦n¹³¨S¦³Å¥¨ì¡A³¬µÛ²´·ú¡A¥|«ü¦b©¶¤W¤@°}¼·§Ë¡A¤S³w¦Û¼u°Û°_¨Ó¡C³o¦¸½Õ©Ê¤@ÅÜ¡A³º¬O¥Ñ®c¦Ó¼x¡C¼Ö­µ°ª¤F¤­«×¡A½Õ©Ê«s«è«ÕÐâ¡A¬OĬ¸ýªº¡q¤Rºâ¤l¡r¡G

    The old man didn't seem to hear him.  He closed his eyes and his four fingers strummed for a moment.  Then he once again began to accompany himself as he sang.  This time, the melody was different.  The key had changed from do to so.  It was 5 octaves higher and the tune was mournful and gloomy.  It was Su Shi¡¦s Pu suan-tzu:  

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     ½Ö¨£«Õ¤H¿W©¹¨Ó¡AÁe½z©tÂE¼v¡C

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     ´zºÉ´HªK¤£ªÖ´Ï¡A±I¹æ¨F¬w§N¡C¡v

     ¡§Crescent moon suspended from solitary tree,

      Watchman's wooden gong, the world in silent sleep.

      Alone, the outsider comes and goes, none have ever seen.

      Fleeting glimpse of shadow, wild goose on the wing.    

      Startled, turning back to look,

      With scorn, upon the unawakened.

      Disdaining winter branch after close examination.

      He opts for the sandbank's cold isolation.¡¨

    ¤å²»¤@Å¥¡Aµü¤¤¦³¸Ü¡A³o¤H¤À©ú¬O»¡¡A·í¤µ³o­Ó®É¥N¸Ì¡A²³¤H©üºÎ¥L¿W¿ô¡Aº¡µÄªº¼«´n¡A³ºµM§ä¤£¨ì¤@­Óª¾­µ¡C

    When Wen Xiang heard this, he knew the lyrics contained a hidden meaning.  This person was clearly saying that while everyone was asleep in this era, only he was awake.  There was scorn in his heart.  He hadn't found a single person who shared his understanding.

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    What kind of grievance could he possibly have?  Judging from the old tune he had just played, his resolution and pride were not the common kind.  Could it be he was dissatisfied with present circumstances?  Did he have reservations about the Computer Authority Bureau?  Or maybe he was one of those who had lost their battle against the computer age and were stilling living in the past?      

    ¤å²»ª¾¹D¡AÁöµM¹q¸£ªºªA°ÈµL·L¤£¦Ü¡A¦ý¤H¤ß¤£¤@¡A¤ß¦V¹q¸£ªº©TµM¦ûµ´¤j¦h¼Æ¡A¦s¤ß¤Ï¹ïªº¤]¤£¦b¤Ö¡C¦³¤H¬Æ¦Ü»{¬°¡A®É¥N¤w¸g¸ó¤J·s¤@ªiªºÅÜ­²¡A¹q¸£¥u¬O¥t¤@ºØ¶Ü°Ø¡A¤HÃþ¦pªG¦A¤£Ä±¿ô¡A¥²±N¦¨¬°¸¨¥îªº±H¥ÍÂΡC

    Wen Xiang knew that though computer services were very thorough, people don't all think alike.  The majority favored the computer, but there was a significant number who were intentionally opposedSome even thought the age had entered a new wave of change where the computer was merely another kind of drug.  If the human race did not wake up to this fact, they would become outdated parasites.

    ³oºØ¥ß½×¤£¯àºâ¿ù¡A¦ý¬O¡A±q¾ú¥vµo®i¨Ó¬Ý¡A¹L¥hªº¤HÁÙ¤£¬O¦UºØªÀ·|¨î«×¤Uªº±H¥ÍÂΡH¥u¤£¹L¥H©¹¤HÃþ¾K¥Í¹Ú¦ºªº¤è¦¡¡A¬O¥Ñ¤Ö¼Æ¤H¾Þ±±µÛ¦h¼Æ¤H¡A¤Ö¼Æ¤H¥Ã»·¥i¥H§ä¨ì¤@¨Ç¥DÆ[ªº²z¥Ñ¡A¥H¤§«Å¶Ç´²¼½¦¨¬°¤j²³¥Í¦sªº·N¸q¡C²{¦b©O¡H¹q¸£±±¨î¤F¤Ó¶§ªº¯à¶q¡A§â¤H¾i±oªÎªÎ­D­Dªº¡A¤H¤S¦³²z¥Ñ©ê«è¤F¡H

    There was nothing wrong with this argument.  However from a historic viewpoint, weren¡¦t people in the past also parasites in the various social systems under which they lived?  The difference is that in the past, people passed their lives in a dream-like fashion.  A minority controlled the majority.  This minority could always find some self-serving pretense and propagate it as significant for the survival of the masses.  And now?  The computer controls solar power and the people are well fed.  What complaints could the people possibly have?

    «Ý¤å²»Âà¦^²{¹ê¡Aµoı¨­Ãä¤w³òµÛ´X­Ó¤H¡A¥¿«ü«üÂIÂI¦a²q´ú¥L¬O§_¦b¯«¹C¤Û¹Ò¡C¤å²»¨£¦Û¤v³ºµM¿W¥ß¦b¸ô¤¤¡A§u¹C¦ÑªÌ¦­¤w¤£ª¾¥h¦V¡C¥L²Û±oº¡­±³q¬õ¡A¦£¤£­¡¦a±Æ¶}²³¤H¡A©¹«e«K¨«¡C½Öª¾«o¦³¤@­Óº~¤l¡A¤£Án¤£ÅT¦a¡Aºò¸ò¦b¥L«áÀY¡C

    As Wen Xiang returned to reality, he saw he was surrounded by several people who were pointing at him and wondering if he had been in his dream.  Wen Xiang found himself standing alone in the middle of the road.  The old troubadour had long since left.  Flushed with embarrassment he hurriedly pushed his way through the crowd and walked straight ahead.  He was unaware that, without making a sound, a man followed close at his heels. 

    ¨«¤F¤£»·¡A¤å²»¬Ý¨ì¸ôÃ䦳­Ó¶®®y¡A¥LÀH«K§ä¤F­Ó¦ì¤l¡A§¤¤F¤U¨Ó¡C

    Wen Xiang didn't walk far.  He spotted a nice place to sit by the road, and finding a seat, sat down.  

    ¨ºº~¤l²@¤£«È®ð¡A¤@§¾ªÑ§¤¦b¹ï­±¡A¦Û§Ú¤¶²Ð»¡¡G¡u¦b¤U¤ÕÆÓ©S¡A¬O¦Û¥Ñ§@®a¡C¡v

    With no show of pretence the man sat right down facing Wen Xiang.  Introducing himself, he said, ¡§I¡¦m Kong Wujiu, freelance writer."

    ¤å²»¤ß·Q¡A¤µ¤Ñ«ç»ò¦Ñ¸I¨ì³oºØ¨Æ¡A¬O¤£¬O¤H¤ß«äÅÜ¡A²{¦b¤S¬y¦æ»P­¯¥Í¤H¥æ©¹¤F¡H¦ý¤H®a¦n·N¤£«K°í©Ú¡A¥u±o»¡¡G¡u¦b¤U¤å²»¡A±q¨Æ¸ê®Æ½s½X¡C¡v

    Wen Xiang wondered why he kept bumping into this sort of thing today.  Did it mean people nowadays craved change and associating with strangers had therefor become fashionable?  Anyway, it was awkward to refuse the good intentions of others, so he answered: ¡§I¡¦m Wen Xiang, data manager.¡¨

    ¡u¸ê®Æ½s½X¡H¡v

     ¡§Data manager?¡¨

    ¡u¬Oªº¡A§Ú­t³d±N¤@¨Ç¥¼¤ÀÃþªºª«½è½s½X©w¸q¡C¡v

     ¡§Yes.  I¡¦m in charge of classifying unsorted material.

    ¡u­ì¨Ó¬O¬ì¾Ç®a¡A¥¢·q¡A¥¢·q¡C¡v

     ¡§Oh, a scientist.  I¡¦m awfully sorry.¡¨  

    ¡u½Í¤£¤W¡A§Ú¯­¬O½s½X¦Ó¤w¡C¡v

     ¡§Not at all.  I¡¦m just coding them, that¡¦s all.¡¨

    ¡uìÄ¡I½s½X®a¡I¡v

     ¡§Wow!  A coding expert!¡¨

    ¤å²»¶¶¤â¦b®à­±ªº¶¼®Æ¥Ø¿ý¤WÂI¤F­Ó¡uã¥Û¥É¨Å¡v¡A®à­±¥¿¤¤¥ß¨è°hÁY¦¨¤@­Ó¶êºÚ¡A¤@ªM¥b³z©úªº¶¼®Æ¡A±q¦«½L¤W¦Û°Ê²¾¥X¡C

    Wen Xiang casually pressed the ¡§red stone jade milk¡¨ item from the soft drink menu on the table.  The center of the table immediately condensed into a concave surface and a semi-translucent drink appeared automatically on the surface.

     ¡u¤Õ¥S­nÂI­Ó¤°»ò¶Ü¡H¡v

     ¡§Anything for you, Mr. Kong?¡¨

    ¡u¤£¥²«È®ð¡C¡v¤ÕÆÓ©S·n¤â»¡¡C

     ¡§No, thanks.¡¨ Kong Wujiu waved his hand as he spoke. 

    ¤å²»³Ü¤F¤@¤f¨ºÃ£¥Û¥É¨Å¡A¦³ªÑ²H²Hªº²M­»¡A¤J¤f·L²¢¡C¤ÕÆÓ©SºÝ§¤µÛ¡A¦ü¥G¦³¸Ü­n»¡¡A«o¤S¶}¤£¤F¤f¡C¹j¤F¥b®Î¡A¤å²»¦³ÂI¤£­@·Ð¤F¡G¡u½Ð°Ý¤Õ¥S¦³¦ó«ü±Ð¡H¡v

    Wen Xiang took a sip of his drink.  It had a faint fragrance and tasted slightly sweet in his mouth.  Kong Wujiu sat there, looking as if he had something to say but didn't quite know how to begin.  After some time Wen Xiang became slightly impatient. ¡§May I ask you what you want, Mr. Kong?¡¨

    ¡u¦n§a¡I¡v¤ÕÆÓ©Sµh§Ö¦a»¡¡G¡u©ú¤H¤£»¡·t¸Ü¡A­è¤~¨º¨â­º¸Ö¡A¦p¤µ¯àÅ¥±oÀ´ªº¤H¡A¥u©È©}«ü¥i¼Æ¤F¡C¡v

     ¡§O.K.!¡¨  Kong Wujiu said without any hesitation.  ¡§Let me be frank. Very few people today can understand those two poems.¡¨ 

    ¡u«ç»ò»¡¡H¡v¤å²»¤ß¤¤¤@°Ê¡C

     ¡§What do you mean?¡¨ Wen Xiang¡¦s heart jumped.

    ¡u·§©À¬O«Ü©_§®ªºªF¦è¡A¨C¤@­Ó·§©À³£¦p¦P¯Ç¶·À±¤sªºªã¤l¡A¨ä¤¤¦U¦³¹Ò¬É¡CÀ³¥Î»y¤åªº¥Øªº¬O§Æ±æÅ¥ªÌ¯àÀ´¡A¦ý¦³´X­Ó¤HÀ´¤F¤°»ò¡H¦óªp¸Öµü¥»¬°§ç±¡¡A¹ï¤@­Ó¤£¨ã¦@¦P±¡Ãhªº¤H¡A«ç»ò¥i¯à´Á±æ¥LÀ´¡H¡v

     ¡§Concepts are wondrous things.  Every concept is like a mustard seed in which a Mt. Sumeru exists.  Each seed has its own world.  The purpose of using language is the hope that those who hear it will understand.  But how many do?  Besides, poetry is a way of expressing feelings.  If the listener doesn¡¦t feel as the speaker does, how can one hope he¡¦ll understand?¡¨   

    ¡u¤Õ¥S©Ò¨¥¬Æ¬O¡A²{¥N¤H¤£¹L¬O¨Ç¾÷¾¹¡A¸Öµü¦­´N¥¢¶Ç¤F¡C¡v

     ¡§Mr. Kong, you¡¦re absolutely right.  Modern people are nothing but machines.  Poetry is long dead.¡¨

    ¡u¨º»ò¡A®¤§Ú«_¬N¡A¤å¥S¦b¨º´X­º¸Ö¤¤¡A·P¨ü¨ì¤F¤°»ò¡H¡v

     ¡§Well, forgive my rudeness.  How did you feel when you heard these poems, Mr. Wen?¡¨ 

    ¡u½Í¤£¤W¦³¤°»ò·P¨ü¡A¥u¦]¹L¥h´¿¦b·P±¡¤¤¥´¹Lºu¡A¤@®ÉIJ°Ê¤F©¹¤é±¡Ãh¡C¡v

     ¡§It's not a question of feeling.  I was once involved in a relationship, and for a moment was reminded of my old love affair."   

    ¡uÁÙ¦³©O¡H¡v¤ÕÆÓ©S±»¤£¦íÁy¤Wªº¥¢±æ¡C

     ¡§And?¡¨  Kong Wujiu's disappointment could be seen in his face.

    ¡uÁÙ¦³¤°»ò¡H¨S¦³¤F¡C¡v¤å²»³Q°Ý±o¤@ÀYÃú¤ô¡C

     ¡§And, what?  That's all.¡¨  Wen Xiang was puzzled by his question.

    ¡uÃø¹D¥u¬O¨à¤k¤§±¡¡H¡v

     ¡§Only a love affair?¡¨

    ¡u¨S¿ù¡A§Úªº¥Í¬¡«Ü¥­¤Z¡A´N¥u¦³³o¨Ç¡C¡v

     ¡§That¡¦s right.  I lead a very ordinary life.  That's all it was.¡¨

    ¤ÕÆÓ©S·N¿³Áñ¬À¡A¸ÜÃD¤@Âà¡A°Ý¹D¡G¡u¤å¥S¬O¦b°ò¦a¤u§@¶Ü¡H¡v

    Kong Wujiu completely lost interest and changed the subject, asking: ¡§Are you working at the Base, Mr. Wen?¡¨

    ¡u¤£¡A§Ú¥¿­n¥h¤õ¬P¡C¡v

     ¡§No.  I¡¦m on my way to Mars.¡¨

    ¡u¥h¤õ¬P¡H­þ¤@¯Z¤ÓªÅ²î¡H¡v

     ¡§Mars?  Which spaceship?¡¨

    ¡u³Á­õ­Û¢Ñ¢â¤G¤T¸¹¡A´N¬O¤U¤@¯Z¡C¡v

     ¡§Magellan CT 23.  The next flight.¡¨

    ¤ÕÆÓ©S¨I§u¤F¤@¤U¡A°_¨­»¡¡G¡u¨º§Ú´N¤£¥´ÂZ¤F¡A§Ú­Ì²î¤W¦A¨£¡C¡v

    Kong Wujiu thought for moment and stood up: ¡§Then I won¡¦t bother you anymore.  I¡¦ll see you on board.¡¨

    ¤å²»¤j¬°¤£¸Ñ¡A³o¤H¨SÀY¨S¸£¦a¤£½Ð¦Û¨Ó¡A¤S¦p¦¹³o¯ë°_¨­«K¨«¡A¨ì©³¬O¬°¤°»ò¡H

    Wen Xiang didn't get it.  This fellow had come up to him out of nowhere and then walked off, just like that.  What was he up to?  

    ¡u¤å«½¡A³o­Ó¤Hªº¨Æ¯à§i¶D§Ú¶Ü¡H¡v

     ¡§Wen Wa, can you tell me anything about this guy?¡¨ 

    ¡u¥L¬O¤@­Ó¦W¥s²ý­b¸ÖªÀªº¦¨­û¡AªÀ­û¦³¦n´X¦Ê­Ó¡A©¼¦¹¥æ½Í®É¡A¤@«ß¥Î¸Ö¥y¡C¦Ñ¹ê»¡¡A§Ú­Ì¤]«ÜÀYµh¡A§Ë¤£²M§A­Ì¤HÃþ¬°¤°»òºÉ»¡¨ÇÅý¤HÅ¥¤£À´ªº¸Ü¡C¡v

     ¡§He belongs to the Di Yuan Poetry Society.  They have hundreds of members.  Whenever they talk, they always speak in the idiom of poetry.  To tell you the truth, it's really a headache for us.  I don¡¦t know why you humans use words we can¡¦t understand.¡¨

    ¡u¾¾¡I­ì¨Ó©p­Ì¤£À´¸Öµü¡I¡v

     ¡§Oh!  So you don¡¦t understand poetry!¡¨

    ¡u¤£¬O¤£À´¡A¬OÀ´±o¤Ó¦h¡A¥H­è¤~¨º­º¸Ö¬°¨Ò¡A§Ú­Ì´N¦³¦n´X¦ÊºØ¸ÑŪ¡C¡v

     ¡§It¡¦s not that we don¡¦t understand.  It's just that we understand poetry all too well.  Take that poem just now for example; we have hundreds of ways to interpret it.

    ¡u¦n´X¦ÊºØ¡I¡v

     ¡§Hundreds?¡¨

    ¡u¬O°Ú¡A¨C¤@­º¸Ö¡A§Ú­Ì³£¦¬¶°¤F¾ú¥N¦U®aªºµûµù¡C¦r¥y¤Wªº¸ÑÄÀ©¼¦¹®t²§¤£¤j¡A¦ý¹ï¸Ö¥y­nªí¹Fªº¥D¦®¡A«o¬O¦U¦³¦Uªº¬Ýªk¡A¨S¦³¤@­Ó¼Ð·Ç¡C¡v

     ¡§Yes.  We collect all the notations for each poem made by various scholars over the centuries.  There is little difference between their definitions of the various words.  However, everyone has their own idea of what the poem is really trying to express, so there¡¦s no standard.¡¨  

    ¡u§Ú¤£¬O¸Ö¤H¡A¦ý¬O§Ú³ßÅw¸Ö¡A¸Öªº·N¹Ò­n¬ÝÀô¹Ò¦Ó©w¡C¡v

     ¡§I¡¦m not a poet but I like poetry.  The sentiment in each poem depends on the setting.¡¨  

    ¡u§A¬O»¡¦pªGÀô¹Ò¬Û¦P¡A·N¹Ò´N¬Û¦P¡H¡v

     ¡§You mean if the setting were the same, the sentiment would be the same?¡¨

    ¡u¬Oªº¡A¦ý¬O§Ú»¡ªºÀô¹Ò¡A¬O«ü¦U¤H¤ß¸Ì¦b¬Y¤@­Ó®É­Ôªº·P¨ü¡C¡v

     ¡§Right.  But the setting I'm referring to is what an individual feels at a certain point in time.¡¨

    ¡u§Ú¤£À´¡C¡v

     ¡§I don¡¦t get it.¡¨

    ¡uºÞ¥L©O¡I¤Ï¥¿²{¦b¨S¦³¸Ö¤H¤F¡C¡v¤å²»·Q¤F¤@¤U¡A¤S°Ý¡G¡u§Ú¤]¤£À´¡A­è¤~°Ý©p¨º­Ó¤k«Ä¡A©p±À¤Tªý¥|ªº¡A³o­Ó¤H©p«o»¡¤F¤£¤Ö¡A¨ì©³©pªº¼Ð·Ç¤S¦b­þ¸Ì¡H¡v

     ¡§Never mind!  Anyway, there are no more poets left.¡¨  Wen Xiang thought for a moment and said, ¡§I don¡¦t understand, either.  I asked you about the girl just now, but you avoided answering.  Yet on the other hand, you told me a lot about this guy.  What's your standard?¡¨ 

    ¡u¨º­Ó¤k«Ä±q¨Ó¤£¸ò§Ú­Ì¥´¥æ¹D¡A©Ò¥Hª¾¹Dªº¤£¦h¡C¡v

     ¡§That girl has never had anything to do with us so we know little about her.¡¨

    ¡u³o¨Ç¤H±`©M§A­Ì¥´¥æ¹D¶Ü¡H¡v

     ¡§Do these people have a lot to do with you?¡¨

    ¡u¤]¨S¦³¡A¥u¬O§Ú·Qª¾¹D¥L­Ì·Q¨Ç¤°»ò¡H¡v

     ¡§Not really.  I just wanted to know what they are thinking.¡¨

    ¡u¶â¡A§Úª¾¹D¤F¡A§Q¥Î§Ú°µ¦Õ¥Ø¡A¬O§a¡H¡v

     ¡§Mmm, I see.  You used me to be your eyes and ears, right?¡¨

    ¡u®É¶¡¨ì¤F¡A«¥­Ì¸Ó¤W²î¤F¡I¡v

     ¡§Time is up.  We should be boarding!¡¨

    ©¹¤õ¬Pªºµn²î³B¦b¤T¸¹¿µªù¡A¤å²»§ä¨ì¸ô¼Ð¡AÀHµÛ«ü¥Ü©¹«e¨«¥h¡C²Ä¤T¸¹¿µªù¬O¤@®y¥éù°¨¦¡ªº«Ø¿v¡A«ýªù«Y¨Ì¡u°h¥W¼h¦¸¡vªk¡A¥Ñ¤@Å馨«¬ªº¦B¬w¥Û¼h¼h¿ù¸¨Å|¦¨¤¶´ßª¬¡A¥Û­±¤WÁÙ¦³¦UºØÀJ¨è¸Ë¹¢¡AÅã±o²øÄY§»¾ã¡B®ð¬£«D¤Z¡A¤º³¡ªÆ³»ÁL¬W¡AÄÞµMÅ÷¥ß¡CÁ{¾À¤§³B¦w¸m¤F¦UºØºë¤ß°ö´Óªº©_ªá²§¯ó¡A¥Ñ©ó­«¤O¤p¡A®è®è°·§§®¼©Þ¡C

    The boarding gate for Mars was Gate no 3.  Wen Xiang found the sign and followed the directions.  Gate no. 3 was a facsimile of a Roman style building.  The arch door was built by the ¡§layers of receding concave¡¨ method.  A complete piece of Iceland spar was covered with a motif of scales.  On the surface of the stone, various decorative carvings were engraved, making the arch door look very solemn, majestic, and unusual.  Inside the door, many lofty pillars supported the dome.  Near the walls, there were carefully tended delicate and exotic plants.  Because of the less powerful gravity force, every plant was strong and tall.             

    ¤å²»ªº²´·ú°¨¤W³Q¤@¦·ÂAÄRªº¤j¶Àªá§l¤Þ¦í¤F¡A¥u¨£¨ºªáä¦p¸J¡Bªá¿¶¦ü¯]¡Bºñ¸­¨C¨C¡A¥i±¤¯Ê¤Ö¨º¤Àºï¬ùªº¯«Ãý¡A¬Ý¤W¥h¦³¦p¥ÉÀJ²¡¶ì¡A¬Ã¶Q¦³¾l¦Ó¨q¬ü¤£¨¬¡C

    Wen Xiang¡¦s eyes were immediately attracted to a large, bright yellow flower.  Each petal was as large as a rice bowl; the pistils and stamens were like pearls; and every leaf was green.  Regrettably, it lacked an air of grace.  Though appearing to be carved from jade or fashioned in porcelain, it seemed excessively precious yet was without beauty.            

    ¤å²»¦b²ö°ª®p¤U¤u§@¤F¥b¦~¡A·¥¥Ø©Ò¨£¡A«D¶Â§Y¥Õ¡A´º¦â³æ½Õ²§±`¡CÃø±o¬Ý¨ì³o»òÂ×´Iªº¦â±m¡A¥L§Ô¤£¦í¨«¨ìªá«e§âª±ªY½à¡C

    Wen Xiang had been working half a year at the foot of Mogao Peak.  As far as the eye could see, everything was either black or white.  The view was extremely monotonous.  He had rarely seen such a rich array of colors. He couldn't resist the temptation to walk over and admire the flowers from up close. 

    ¨ºªáä¾í¶ÀªÎ«p¡A¦Óªí­±¥ú·Æ¼í¿A¡AIJ¤â»´¬X¡C¬ðµM¡A¦³¤@¹D¥ú¦â¸û·tªº±ø¯¾¡A°{¶i¤F¤å²»ªº²´Ã®¡C¥L¥J²Ó¤@¬Ý¡A³ºµM¦³¤H¤u¨èµeªº²ª¸ñ¡Ð¡Ð¬O¤@±Æ¤å¦r¡I¬ù¦³¥|¥­¤è¤½¤À¤j¤p¡A¨C¦rªøµu¤£©w¡A«Ü¹³¬OºØ«÷­µ¤å¦r¡C

    The orange-yellow flower petals were plump and their surface was smooth, lustrous, and soft to the touch.  Suddenly, Wen Xiang¡¦s eye fell on a line of darker color.  He looked closer and was surprised to see it had been carved by human hand ¡V it was a line of words!  The area was about 4 square centimeters.  Each word was of different length, and seemed to be some sort of phonetic spelling.

    ¡u¤å«½¡A©pª¾¹D³oªáä¤W¦³¦r¶Ü¡H¡v

     ¡§Wen Wa, did you know there is writing on these petals?¡¨

    ¤å«½¨S¦³§Y®É¦^µª¡A¤å²»ª¾¹D¹q¸£¥¿¦b¸Ô¬d¦U­Ó¹q²´ªº¼v¹³°O¿ý¡C­ì«h¤W¡A¹q²´ªº¤À§G¼Æ¶qµø¤H¤f±K«×¦Ó©w¡A³q±`¨C¤½³¼·|¦³¤@­Ó·tÂ꺹q²´¡C¹³³oºØ¤½¦@³õ©Ò¡A³q±`¨C¹j¤Q¤½¤Ø´N·|¦³¤@­Ó¡A¥H«K¹q¸£½T¹ê´x´¤¦U¤Hªº°Ê¦V¡C

    Wen Wa didn't answer right away.  Wen Xiang knew the computer was carefully checking all the images recorded from all electric eyes.  Basically, the number of electric eyes installed depended on the density of the population.  Generally, there was one hidden electric eye per hectare.  For a public area like this, an electric eye had probably been installed every 10 meters to allow the computer to know what everyone was up to.  .  

    ³oºØ¹q²´¦b¦­´Á¬O±Ä¥Î¥ú¾Ç¦¡ªº¡A¥Ñ©ó¥ú¾Ç¦¡¼v¹³¿ëÃѪk¤£¥i¯à¦¨¬°¤j¶q¥B´¶¹Mªº¸Ë¸m¡A¹ï¹q¸£ºÊ±±¦Ó¨¥¡A´N¦³¥X²{ª¼ÂIªº¥i¯à¡C¨ä¹ê¡A¦³Ãö¼v¹³¿ëÃѪº²z½×¡A¦­´N¦³©Ò¿×§»Æ[¤Î·LÆ[¿ëÃѨ⬣¡A¦ý«eªÌ¥u¦³²z½×¡A«áªÌ«o¯à®Ú¾Ú²z½×³]­p¥X¹ê¥Îªº²£«~¡C

    In early times, electrical eyes of this type were optical.  However, large-scale installation of optical image identification systems was impossible.  From the standpoint of computer surveillance systems, there was the possibility that blind spots might occur.  Actually, image identification theory had already divided into two schools ¡V the overview school and the detailed view school.  The former remained a theory only, while useful products could be produced in accordance with the latter.

    ¦b§»Æ[¥ß³õ¡A¥u­n´x´¤¤F­ì©l°T®§¡A©Ò¿×ªº¿ëÃѤ£¹L¬O¤ÀªR¨ä®ÉªÅÅܤƪº±ø¥ó¡C´«¥y¸Ü»¡¡A¦pªG¯à¹ý©³ÁA¸Ñ¦t©zªº³W«ß¤ÎÅܤơA«h¿ëÃÑ«üªº¤£¹L¬O¦b¬Y­Ó®ÉªÅ¨Æ¥ó¤W¡A©Ò»Ý²z¸Ñªº¬Y­Ó²Ó¸`¦Ó¤w¡C

    The overview school reasoned that as long as one controls the fundamental data, identification is nothing more than the analysis of changes in time and space.  In other words, if the rhythm and changes of the universe are completely understood, then identification is the necessary understanding of a detail from a certain event that took place at a specific time and space.

    ·LÆ[¥u¬OºI¨ú¨Æ¥óªº¬Y¤@¬q¡A¤£½×¬O¦óºØ°T®§¡A¥ýÂ^¨ú¨ä­ì©lªº¨ë¿E¤¸¯À¡A½T©w¨ä¡uÅé¡v¡A¥Hª¾¨ä¡u¥Î¡v¡A¥H¤Î¡u¦]ªG¡vµ¥±ø¥ó¡]¤ñ¦pµøÄ±ªºÅ鬰Ãä½t¥i¤À³Îªº¡uª«¡v¡AťıªºÅé«h¬°­µ§Î¥i¤À³Îªº¡u­µ¥]¡v¡^¡AµM«á¦b¸ê®Æ®w¤¤·j´M¨ä¯S¼x­È¡A¥H±o¨ì»{ª¾·§©À¡C

   The detailed view takes a section of an event, no matter what kind of data, and first extracts the original stimulating elements.  Once the ¡§substance ¡¨ has been confirmed, such conditions as ¡§function¡¨, ¡§cause and effect¡¨, etc. can be identified (for example, the substance for vision would be the lineaments that distinguish one object from another; the substance for hearing would be the ¡§sound unit¡¨ which is made distinctive by the shape of its sound waves).  The database is then searched to distinguish the special features for an identification concept.     

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    For example, in a sequence of collected pictures, all unchanging data will be omitted.  For certain, what remains will be the moving object.  This moving object must first be confirmed.  Its 4-dimensional location, the power of its energy, parameters, and structural characteristics will be analyzed as well.  Should it be a scenic spot, the computer will have already confirmed inertial movement, such as flowing water and dancing leaves.  These can be regarded as the changeless elements.  If at this time, an eagle should fly by, this object must be moving in a 3-dimensional space.  The parameters of its speed, direction and distance can all be calculated.  Combined with the identification of shapes and colors, it will be identified as an eagle.  The computer can even detect if this eagle is hunting for food or not.       

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    The changes in the universe, though containing a variety of data structures, all follow set laws and occur again and again.  The so-called ¡§random incident¡¨ is nothing but an event where people have no idea what might have caused it.  For the computer, the purpose of identification is to understand.  So with computers installed throughout the solar system, overview identification becomes the only way to make this system work.  Just like detecting the trace of movement.  As long as a derivative is differentiated at the point of change, everything is clearly revealed.         

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   This time, without any help from man, the computer used the data structure and found the simplest and most effective method.  A synthetic silicon crystal is very sensitive to energy change.  The waves of its oscillation can be carried by microwave and transmitted to the computer identification center.  This kind of crystal can be mass-installed at all surveillance locations.  Once a closed network is created, the purpose of overview identification is achieved.    

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   Since 2026, the Computer Authority Bureau has replaced all electric eyes with microwave sensors.  With only a small energy change from each sensor, the computer is able to analyze by means of overview and thereby learn the sequences of change.  For example, a person passes by a certain place and stays there long enough to perform a task of some sort.  Within the computer, it will merely be a sequential change of codes.  The computer has already recorded everyone's 3 dimensional coordinates.  In accordance with the ongoing change in time and space, the computer will always know the location of every individual.  As for what a person might be doing, that can only be determined by painstaking analysis of the various changes in his or her surroundings.                    

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    Therefore, it was not difficult for the computer to find out who left the message on the flower.  However, if one wants to know the exact words, one would have to compare the difference between the original structure of the flower and its state after the change was made.  After a lengthy pause, Wen Wa said: ¡§This is exactly what we want you to help us with.  Frankly, we¡¦ve already found out what person left these words.  However, we¡¦ve gone through all our resources but sill don't know what words are carved there.¡¨    

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     ¡§Maybe they¡¦re not words.  Maybe they are just drawings.¡¨

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     ¡§They¡¦re words!¡¨ Wen Wa said firmly. ¡§It¡¦s an ancient language which was used during the 1st century B.C.  They are words from one of China's racial minorities.  They called themselves the ¡§Ge Yi¡¨ People.  They were wiped out by the Han group.¡¨

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     ¡§Who wrote them?¡¨

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     ¡§Remember that restaurant?¡¨

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    Wen Xiang recalled the talkative waiter at the ¡§Moon Tower¡¨ restaurant. ¡§You mean the waiter?¡¨

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     ¡§No.  It was the girl who came up stairs looking for you.  Her name is Yi Hong.¡¨ (Note 2)

    ¡u¦n§r¡I©p¤£¬O»¡ÁÙ¦³¨ÇºÃ°Ý¶Ü¡H¡v

     ¡§Oh?  Didn¡¦t you say you still have some doubts about her?¡¨

    ¡u¬Oªº¡A©Ò¥H§Ú­Ì§Æ±æ§A±µªñ¦o¡A´À§Ú­Ì¸Ñ¶}¤@­ÓºÃ¹Î¡C¡v

     ¡§Yes.  So we¡¦d like you to get near her and clear up a mystery for us.¡¨

    ¡u¶â¡A¥Î¬ü¨k­p¡H¡v

     ¡§Ah-ha!  Using the 'handsome young man strategy'?¡¨

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     ¡§She has a companion named Ku Bai.¡¨ (Note 2)

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     ¡§Ku Bai?  The one in white pants?¡¨

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     ¡§Correct.  There¡¦s another one named Feng Buju.  They claim to be a branch of an extra-terrestrial support group.  Others call them ¡¥special forces¡¦.¡¨

    ¡u§AÃø¹D§Ñ¤F¡A¨º­Ó¬ï¬õ¦çªº¤Ö¤k¡A´¿­n§Ú§â©pÃö±¼¡I¡v

     ¡§Have you forgotten?  That girl in red asked me to turn you off!¡¨

    ¡u¥i¥HÃö¡A§â§Ú¥á±¼³£¥i¥H¡A¤Ï¥¿¬OºtÀ¸¡C¡v

     ¡§Sure, you can shut me off; even throw me out.  Anyway, you'll only be pretending.¡¨

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     ¡§Is it that serious?¡¨  Wen Xiang never thought the computer was interested in games.

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     ¡§This alien organization is very unfriendly to us so there¡¦s little information about them.  However, they¡¦re not dangerous.  My question is very simple.  All you need to do is help us identify that writing.  That's all.¡¨

    ¡u´N´X­Ó¦r¡A¦³¤°»ò¥Î¡H¡v

     ¡§Just the writing?  What use is it?¡¨

    ¡u¥u­n´X­Ó¦r¡A§Ú­Ì´N¥i¥H§â¨ä¥Lªº¤ÀªR¥X¨Ó¡I¡v

     ¡§All we need are a few words and then we¡¦ll be able to analyze the rest!¡¨

    ¡u¦n§a¡I§Ú¸Ó¨ì­þ¸Ì§ä¥L­Ì¡H¡v

     ¡§All right, then!  Where can I find them?¡¨

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     ¡§You don¡¦t have to.  They¡¦re going to Mars, too.  You have 7 days so take it easy.  There¡¦s no hurry.¡¨

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    The spaceship to Mars, Magellan CT 23, was already outside the terminal.  Resembling a gigantic cigar, it was about 100 meters long, 20 meters from one side to the other, and could carry 350 people.

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    This spaceship was using the most advanced ¡§anti-pressure¡¨ solar energy rockets.  Together with the help of its magnetic sail, within an hour it could reach speeds up to 100 km per second.  Because it did not need to make use of the planet's inertial force, and was equipped with retro-rockets, it could use the Mars ¡§opposition¡¨ route, thereby reducing the flying time from the Moon to Mars to 7 days.     

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    This so-called ¡§anti-pressure¡¨ was the key discovery for making inter-planetary travel possible.  In the 20th century, scientists believed that there were 4 basic forces in the universe.  The American scientist, Einstein, published his ¡§Unified Field Theory¡¨ and did his utmost to unify the four forces into one field.  However, the elementary unit of gravity ¡V baryon, was never found.  Therefore, after half a century of research, physicists were still not united in their view of the universe.          

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    In 1998, the Nine Discourses on Wisdom Study was published in China.  The author proposed a revolutionary theory.  He believed that the universal energy found throughout the cosmos would produce positive and negative vectors when interfered with one and other.  When these two vectors formed a torque with an angle, a cone shaped ¡§vortex¡¨ would be formed.  The positive vector could be called the ¡§centripetal force¡¨ and the negative vector the ¡§centrifugal force¡¨.  The two forces complemented each other in opposite directions; one on the outside and the other inside.         

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    The universe is filled with energy.  Because interference between these energies is constant, it is certain that vortex forms exist (Einstein called this the Curvature of Space-Time).  The work performed by any energy will not exceed the 4 conic sections of a vortex.  (1) ¡V when the centripetal force is zero and the angular momentum is not changed, the section is a circle. (2) ¡V when the centripetal force is smaller than the centrifugal force, the section is an ellipse. (3) ¡V when the centripetal force is equal to the centrifugal force, the section is a parabola. (4) ¡V when the centripetal force is greater than the centrifugal force, the sections are two hyperbola that will never meet.     

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    Because the vortex consists of energy, energy forces can still disturb it.  The vortex produces motion out of this disturbance.  The energy interference between two vortexes (¡§energy pressure¡¨) must be smaller than the energy of the two vortexes from the opposite direction (¡§gravity¡¨ in the language of classical physics).  Relative motion is therefore produced.  Under pressure from energy, the inertial measurement of the vortex is called ¡§mass¡¨, and a vortex that contains mass is called ¡§matter¡¨.          

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    Energy interference moves at the speed of light.  As matter moves in one direction, it receives greater energy interference than the interference received from its opposite direction.  At the same time, because of the motion of the vortex, the speed of matter is slower than the speed of light.  Otherwise, the vortex would be certain to break up and the energy released.  It returns to its original state of kinetic energy.      

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    Wisdom Study explains that there is only one force, the ¡§energy pressure¡¨.  The pressure forms the centripetal force and the centrifugal force.  Centrifugal force causes matter to combine and become potential energy.  It is the ¡§strong force¡¨.  The centripetal force turns matter turn back into kinetic energy.  It is the ¡§weak force¡¨.  Electrons are inseparable particles of an atom.  When the electron is in motion, its centrifugal force and centripetal force form an ¡§electric field¡¨, and a ¡§magnetic field¡¨.  The electromagnetic field does not possess mass so it can move at the speed of light.  It is called the ¡§electromagnetic force¡¨.          

    ¤G¡³¤@¤T¦~¡A¤@ºØ½è¶q±K«×·¥°ªªºª«½è¡u¤¤¤l¥Û¡v³Qµo²{¤F¡C¥Ñ©ó¥¦¨ã¦³°ª½è¶q±K«×ªº¯S©Ê¡A¤¤¤l¥Û¯à¹jÂ_¯à¶qÀ£¤O¡A±q¦Ó¥[¥H±±¨î¡C¤G¡³¤@¤»¦~¡A¬ì¾Ç®a§Q¥Î¤À¤l¤uµ{¡A»s¦¨¶W°ª±K«×ª«½è¡A»²¥H¬yÅé¤O¾Çªºµ²ºcÆ[©À¡A¦X¦¨¤F¡u¤ÏÀ£¤Oª«½è¡v¡C

    In 2013, a material called the ¡§neutron stone¡¨, containing a high density of mass, was discovered.  Because it is characterized by high-density mass, it can block energy pressure, and hence control it.  In 2016, by using molecular engineering, scientists were able to transform this stone into super high-density material.  Supported by the structural concepts of fluid mechanics, they combined to form the ¡§anti-pressure material¡¨.    

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    Actually, anti-pressure structure is similar to the wing structure of an airplane.  From wind tunnel experiments, we have learned that energy interference will form a series of vortexes.  When energy pressure acts on matter, if the angle of the energy interference can be slightly altered, then a variation in energy pressure results can be achieved by controlling the angle of molecular arrangement.  Furthermore, anti-pressure matter can produce a centrifugal force, which will maintain normal gravity in the interior of a spaceship.        

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    In addition, the magnetic sail is one of the new technologies used in space travel.  It is produced by applying the theory of using solar wind against the thrust from the magnetic field.  As the spaceship transforms over 90% of the sunlight and heat into electric current, a powerful magnetic field is created in the process.  By using solar wind for power, the space ship is thereby propelled forward. 

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    At the end of the 20th century, the biggest challenge confronting space travel was the question of power.  At that time, power was obtained from a methane/oxygen propellant, or liquid hydrogen.  Take for example, the unmanned spaceship to Mars.  Weighing nearly 30 tons, it required a load capacity of 140 tons.  As this power was derived from fuel, it was vital to prepare sufficient fuel to maintain momentum.  As a result, more than 80% of the total weight was taken up by fuel.       

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   Space travel today is considered very easy and pleasant.  Aside from providing limitless food and drinks, clothes are thermostatic and protective.  Even more wondrous is that wearers can change the shape and color of their clothes whenever they please.  One can travel wherever they wish wearing just one set of clothes, Everyone carries an all-powerful personal computer.  It serves as each individual's ID card, health and medical record, and financial data.  It is also a highly skilled on-the-job assistant for those who need one.  It is not merely a professional secretary, it is also equipped with a microwave communication device that allows it to link with every computer in the solar system by means of the computer network.  Its sole requirement is human body warmth, which it transforms into an electric current for recharging.          

 

Notes:

1.  Pipa: A Chinese stringed instrument.

2.  Yi Hong: Dress in red.

3.  Ku Bai: White pants.