Chapter 3 Part One AD 4000000000

Everyone is down.We all landed somewhere separately. We booked a third-floor room in a colonial hotel in Patong.Here, we can hide for a while without being noticed. For 900 euros a night, we bought the privacy and the unobstructed view of the Indian Ocean from the balcony.The past few days have been sunny and sunny.On such a sunny day, the closest part of the Gateway Arch can be seen.It was a cloud-like white line, rising vertically from the distant horizon, extending upwards, and disappearing into the blue sky.What can be seen from the west coast of Sumatra is only a small section of the entire Great Arch structure.The sight was already so charming.The arch crosses the Mentawai Trench, and the other end falls on the submarine peak of the Carpenter Ridge more than a thousand kilometers away, like a wedding ring dropped in a small shallow pond, and half of it stands on the water.If on land, it would stretch from Mumbai on the west coast of India to Madras on the east coast.To change a very rough analogy, it is almost from New York to Chicago.

Diane spent most of the afternoon on the balcony.There was a sunshade with faded stripes on the balcony, and she hid under the shade, sweating, intoxicated by the scenery in front of her.I am very pleased and relieved.After experiencing all this, she can still feel such a taste. I watch the sunset with her.The evening is infinitely beautiful.A cargo plane glides gracefully, like a string of sparkling necklaces, across the dark night sky over the sea, descending towards the coast, preparing to land in the port of Drupayu.The foot of the column at this end of the arch is like a polished red iron nail, shining with a faint blush, running through the sea and sky.As night fell over the city, we saw a shadow covering the land, climbing up that giant pillar.

It's technology, but you can't tell if it's magic or technology.Someone once described it that way.This sentence has become a famous saying.What technology, other than magic, can unhinder the currents and currents between the Bay of Bengal and the Indian Ocean, and at the same time teleport a ship to an exotic port on the far side?In addition to magic, what kind of engineering technology is there to make this arched structure with a diameter of more than a thousand kilometers bear its own weight?What material is it constructed of?How did it achieve this magical state? Probably only Jason.Lawton was able to answer these questions, but it's a pity he wasn't with us.

Diane lolled on the couch.The yellow dress on her body and the somewhat funny wide-brimmed straw hat gradually turned into gray geometric figures under the deepening darkness.Dark brown skin looks crystal clear, smooth and delicate.Her eyes shone with the afterglow of the sunset, bright and moving, but still showing a kind of alert look.What will never change is her eyes. She glanced up at me.You are restless all day. I said: Before I start, I want to write something, let's take it as a memo. Are you afraid that you will lose something?Tyler, you're worrying so much that it won't erase your memory.

It will not be eliminated, but the memory may be blurred, faded, and scattered.The side effects of the medicine are temporary and I can bear it, but I am terrified that I might lose my memory. She said: In any case, your chances of success are great, and you know it well.There is a little risk, but it is only a risk, a very low risk. If it was her, losing her memory might be a kind of happiness instead. I said: Even if it’s okay, it’s more at ease to write down some things first. If you don't want to do it, don't force it.When you are prepared in your heart, you will naturally do it.

No, I want to do it.This seems to be said to embolden myself. That has to happen tonight. I know.But in the next few weeks You may not want to write. Unless I can't help myself.Medications have some potential side effects that are less of a concern, and writer's block is one of them. Wait to see what comes to your mind when the nausea occurs.She smiled at me, as if comforting me.I think everyone has something in their heart that they dare not release. This sounds so uncomfortable that I don't even want to think about it. I said: Come on, let's get started. There was a tropical smell in the air, mixed with the smell of chlorine potions.It floated up from the swimming pool on the first floor of the hotel.In recent years, Padang has become a very important international port, and foreigners are everywhere.There were Indians, Filipinos, Koreans, and nomadic Americans like me and Diane.People like us can't afford luxury transportation or qualify for UN-sanctioned colonial programs.It's a vibrant city, but it's also a lawless one, especially since the new reformists took power in Jakarta.

However, the hotel is safe.The stars came out, shining brilliantly, filling the night sky.At this moment, the brightest thing in the whole sky is the peak of the arch.It glowed silver and looked like a thin letter U written upside down by some illiterate God. U, means unknown, means unknowable.I held Diane's hand and watched it disappear into the night together. what's on your mind?she asked me. I'm thinking about the last time I saw those ancient constellations.Virgo, Leo, Sagittarius are terms used by astrologers that are now relegated to annotated entries in history books. If you can still see it, it should look very different from here, right?This is the southern hemisphere, right?

I think so.Should be different. It was completely dark at night, and we walked back to our room.Diane lowered the roller shade and unpacked the syringes and vials while I went to turn on the lights.I have already taught her how to use it.She filled the sterile syringe with liquid medicine, frowned, and popped the air bubbles out.Her movements looked professional, but her hands were shaking. I took off my shirt and sprawled on the bed. taylor Suddenly, she was hesitating.Don't be half-hearted, I said, I know what will happen to me.We've discussed it a dozen times, and the conclusion is clear.

She nodded and dabbed the inside of my elbow with rubbing alcohol.She held the syringe in her right hand, with the needle pointing up, and the tiny amount of medicine inside looked as safe and harmless as water. long time.she says. What's been a long time? That time we looked at the stars. I'm glad you haven't forgotten. Of course I won't forget.Clenched fists. It doesn't hurt very much.At least at first.