Chapter 11 restless night

Five years after the Chinese missile attack, it was a rainy Friday in Seattle in September, and the roads were rush hour.I drove back to the apartment, opened the audio control panel as soon as I entered the door, and clicked a play file.Inside are some songs I collected, the file name is Music Therapy. It was a long day in the emergency room at Harborview Medical Center.I urgently attended to two gunshot wounds and one patient who attempted suicide.Blood ran down the bars of the gurney like a river.When I close my eyes, that picture keeps haunting my eyes.I took off the rain-soaked clothes I wore during the day, changed into a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved cotton sweater, poured a glass of wine, stood in front of the window, and watched the city in front of me steam in the dark.Somewhere outside, Puget Sound formed a huge, dark chasm, and billowing clouds blotted out the sky.Traffic on Interstate 5 came to a near standstill, like a glowing red river.

Basically, my life is exactly as I planned it.It seems that the whole life is standing on the word time circle, trying to maintain balance. The music played will soon be Esther's turn.Gibbato sang.The queen of Latin jazz in the 1960s, her singing voice was full of longing, a little out of tune.Next she will sing the famous song with guitar accompaniment, .I was too emotional to think about what Jason told me last night, and I was too emotional to savor the music that deserves to be savored.There are , , and some are cool saxophone master Gary.Morrigan's recordings, some are guitar master Charlie.Bode.music therapy.It's a pity that all these good music are blurred in the sound of rain.I put dinner in the microwave and ate it without taste.Later, I finally gave up, and I no longer wanted to find some causal meditation and peace of mind from music.I decided to knock on Giselle's door to see if she was there.

The third house beyond the corridor is Giselle.The apartment rented by Palmer.She was wearing ripped jeans and an old flannel shirt when she answered the door.Dressing like this means she won't be going out tonight.I asked her if she was busy now, and if she wanted to spend some time together. I don't know, Tyler.Why do you look so lifeless. It's more like a battle between heaven and man.I'm thinking about leaving Seattle. real?Are you on a business trip? If you leave, you won't come back. oh?The smile on her face disappeared.When did you decide? I haven't decided yet.That's the problem.

She pulled the door back a little and gestured for me to come in.Are you serious?where are you going? It's a long story. In other words, you need to have a glass of wine first, and then speak slowly. Roughly the same.I said. ☆ Last year, the building I lived in had a tenant party, and Giselle came up to me to strike up a conversation.She is twenty-four years old and about as tall as my shoulders.During the day she works at a chain restaurant in Renton.Afterwards, we started to make friends and occasionally had coffee together on Sunday afternoons.After doing this for a while, she told me that she was a prostitute in the sex trade, which was a part-time job.

She said she had a group of female friends, an unwritten group, who exchanged names and phone numbers of older men (respectable enough, usually married).Those guys are big money just to have fun, but are too scared to openly pick up hot girls on the street.When she told me these things, she raised her shoulders and looked at me with a provocative look, as if anticipating a violent reaction from me and spurning her.But I didn't have the reaction she expected.After all, this is the age of time spinning.People of Gisele's age figure out the rules of the game, good or bad, and it's not up to people like us to judge.

We still do the same thing, have a cup of coffee together and occasionally have dinner together.I helped her write several blood test application forms.According to the last blood test report, Gisele had no reaction to HIV infection.The only major infectious virus found in her was West Nile virus, but fortunately she had antibodies.I can only say that she is careful enough and lucky enough. Still, Giselle told me how she felt about sex trafficking.She said that even if you are only at the stage of half-playing tickets, sex trafficking has already begun to affect your life.You become a human being with condoms and Viagra in your purse all the time, she said.That being the case, why do you still have to do sex work?You could go for normal nighttime errands, say, Wal-Mart.She didn't like this question very much, and she beat around the bush when answering. (Maybe it's my quirk, maybe it's my hobby, you know, it's like training as a model.) Actually, I know she used to live in Saskatoon, Canada, because she couldn't stand the abuse from her stepfather. runaway.Therefore, it is not difficult to imagine what kind of life she will embark on.Of course, she also had an unassailable excuse for her risky behaviour.Everyone at a certain age likes to use that as an excuse.That is, humanity is almost doomed to perish.Morality, a writer of our generation once said, is a kind of moral rightness.

She asked me: So, how drunk do you want to be?High or drunk?To be honest, we probably have no choice.There is nothing left in my liquor cabinet tonight. She mixed me a drink, mostly vodka, that tasted like it had been squeezed from a gasoline barrel.I took the newspaper off the chair and sat down.Gisele's house is tastefully furnished, but it's as messy as a freshman's dorm.The newspaper was spread out on the editorial page, and there happened to be a caricature of time spinning on it.Hypothetical intelligent beings are drawn like a bunch of black spiders, clutching the earth with their hairy feet.The subtitle below reads: Eat 'em now, or wait until they're elected?

I really don't understand.Gisele said.She lay down heavily on the chair, raised her feet and swayed towards the newspaper. What do you not understand, comics? The whole thing.Time spins.irreparable.You read it in the paper and it's like um, what?There's something strange on the other side of the sky that isn't kind to us.That's all I know. Perhaps the vast majority of human beings would agree with this statement.However, maybe because of the rain, maybe because of the bloody scene I saw in the hospital today, what she said suddenly made me a little unhappy.There is nothing to understand.

There's none?Then you say, why is this happening? The question is not why.No one knows why.As for the time rotation Needless to say, I know.Don't have to help me with my class.We are like being packed in a small plastic bag in space, and the whole universe outside is completely out of control and spinning.So and so and so and so. I'm getting a little annoyed again.You know your address, right? She took a sip of her wine.of course. That's because you want to know where you are.A few kilometers away from the sea, more than a hundred kilometers away from the Canadian border, thousands of kilometers away from New York City, right?

Yes, so what? My point is, you must not confuse Paris, France and Spokane, our state.However, when it comes to space, everyone only sees a large mess of mysteries.why? I have no idea.The astronomy I know is all learned from watching the rebroadcast of "Galaxy Dragon". Is it because of this that I don't understand it?I mean, do I really need to know so much about the moon and the stars?I haven't seen space stuff since I was a kid.Even those scientists admit that half the time they don't know what they're talking about. So you don't mind? Even if I care, what's the difference?Forget it, let's watch TV.We can look at the movie theater, and then you can tell me why you want to leave Seattle.

I told her that stars are like people.Stars also have a certain lifespan from birth to death.Now, the sun ages fast.As the sun ages, it consumes fuel faster.The Sun's brightness increases by ten percent every billion years.Much of the solar system has changed.Even if the time gyration disappeared today, the earth would no longer be inhabitable in its current state of nature.There is no turning back.That's what's written in the papers.Presumably President Clayton has given a speech, publicizing the facts, citing the opinions of leading scientists, admitting that it is impossible to return to the previous state, and this matter will make the news. She stared at me for a long time, very upset, and said: this is all bullshit It's not bullshit. Maybe not, but it wouldn't do me any good to know. i just want to explain Fuck you, Tyler.Did I ask you to explain?If you like to have nightmares, go home and do them.Or take it easy and tell me why you want to leave Seattle.It's about your friends, isn't it? I talked to her about Jason and Diane.Mostly Jason. The so-called genius. He's a real genius.he is in florida You said he was doing something for the people in orbit. Turn Mars into a garden. It was also written in the newspaper.Is it really possible? I have no idea.Jason seemed to think so. Doesn't that take a long time? I said: the sky has passed a certain height, and the clock will run faster. oh.So why does he need you? uh, yeah, why?Good question, great question.They want to hire a doctor to see inside the perihelion foundation. I thought you were just an ordinary GP. I am. So what qualifications do you have to be an astronaut's doctor? Not qualified at all.But Jason He gave the old brother a hand?By the way, this makes sense.God bless the rich, huh?Fertile water does not flow into outsiders' fields. I shrugged.She can think whatever she likes.There is no need to tell Giselle too much about this kind of thing.Also, Jason didn't make it very clear to me However, as we continued to chat, an idea popped into my head.Jason didn't ask me to be the Foundation's internal physician, but to be his personal physician, because he had a problem.He didn't want anyone at the Foundation to know about the problem.He didn't even want to discuss it on the phone. Gisele ran out of vodka.She rummaged through the purse for a long time, and finally found a marijuana cigarette.Marijuana smoke hidden in a tampon box.I bet you they pay you well.She lit the plastic lighter, set the flame on the joint, and took a deep breath. We haven't talked about that in detail yet. She sighed.What a nerd.No wonder you can't bear to think about what time to maneuver all day long.Taylor.Dupree, you're just a little bit close to being autistic.You know, in fact, you already are.You have all the symptoms.I bet you, this Jason.Lawton is exactly like you.I bet you every time he says a billion, the words harden. Don't underestimate him.Maybe he really has a way to keep incense for human beings.However, I am afraid that there is no way to leave incense for everyone. This is probably the ambition of the so-called nerd.And his sister, the one who slept with you Only one time. Only one time.She seems to believe in something, doesn't she? That's right.She was a believer, and as far as I know, she still is.I haven't heard from her since that night in the Berkshires.It's not that I haven't tried to contact her at all.I sent her several e-mails, but she never responded.Xiaojie doesn't seem to have any news about her, but according to Carol, she lives with that Simon, and the two seem to live in Utah, or Arizona, anyway, it's a western state, I have never been there , also unimaginable.The New Nation collapsed and the two of them were stuck there. That's not hard to imagine.Gisele handed me the joint.I'm not very comfortable with the joint thing, but it's not a good feeling to be labeled a nerd.I took a deep breath, and the effect was exactly the same as before. Immediately, it was like suffering from aphasia, and it was difficult to speak.I used to smoke marijuana when I was living at Stony Brook.She must have been terrified.There's a time warp and she just wants to forget about it, but you or her family just won't let her forget.If it were me, I would also run to believe in religion.I might be singing hymns in the fucking choir. I wanted to speak, but it took me a long time to speak, and there was still a buzzing sound in my ears.Is it really that difficult to face such a world? Giselle reached for the joint and took it back.She said: From my point of view, it was difficult. She turned her head away, a little distracted.The thunder was so loud that it rattled the windows, as if dissatisfied with the warmth and dryness in the house.Looks like bad weather is coming over the bay.She said: Believe it or not, the weather is going to be as bad as the winters in those years, freezing cold winters.Wish I had a fireplace in my house.Listening to some music should make me feel better, but I'm too tired to get up. I went to her stereo and ordered a Stan.Gates saxophone album download.The melodious saxophone warmed up the whole room in a way that the fireplace could not.She nodded with satisfaction, meaning that while it wasn't her kind of music to pick, it was, um, okay, he called you and said he was going to ask you to work. That's right. Did you tell him you were taking the job? I said I would consider it. do you have it nowAre you thinking? She seemed to be hinting at something, but I couldn't figure it out.There should be. I don't think you have.I think you already know what you're going to do.know what i mean?I think you just came to say goodbye to me. I said: probably so. Well, say goodbye, at least sit next to me and say goodbye. I moved to sit on the sofa in a daze.Giselle lifted her leg and put her foot on my lap.She was wearing boys' socks, a pair of fuzzy argyle socks, which looked kind of funny.The legs of the jeans were pulled up to expose the ankles.You guys don't flinch when you see a gunshot wound, and a guy like you can hide in the mirror. I don't quite understand what you mean. Meaning, obviously, Diane and Jason are still haunting you.Especially her. how can that be possible?How could I possibly care about Diane? Maybe I'm trying to prove that I don't care.Maybe that's why we'd stagger together later into Gisele's messy room, smoke another joint, and slump down on the pink Barbie-patterned bedspread under the rain-laden window , embracing and falling asleep. After the passion, in a trance, it is not Giselle's face that comes to mind.A few hours later, I woke up and thought: Jesus, she hit it off, I was really going to go to Florida for a long time. ☆ Then it took weeks to sort things out, Jason's side and the hospital's side.During that time, Giselle and I met again, but only briefly.She went to the car store to find a second-hand car, and I sold her my car.I don't want to risk driving across the US (interstate robberies are growing at a double digit rate).We didn't mention the intimate things that day, anyway, it was like a rainy day, and it disappeared after the storm.It was just an act of kindness from someone who was slightly drunk. Speaking of it, it should be considered her kindness. Apart from Gisele, there doesn't seem to be anyone in Seattle who needs me to say goodbye in particular, and there doesn't seem to be much to keep in the apartment.Apart from a few digital files and hundreds of old music CDs, there seems to be nothing more substantial.The file obviously has no difficulty in carrying it.On the day I was leaving, Giselle helped me stack my luggage in the back of the taxi. Seattle airport.I tell the driver.When the taxi drove into the busy street, she waved goodbye to me, not particularly sentimental, just a little bit reluctant. Gisele is a good girl, but unfortunately leads a dangerous life.I never saw her again, but I hope she survived the catastrophe that followed. ☆ The flight to Orlando, Florida, was an old Airbus.The interior of the cabin is shabby, and the TV screen on the back of the seat has reached the end of its life but has not been replaced.In our row of seats, there was a Russian businessman by the window, and a middle-aged woman by the aisle. I sat between them.The Russian was sullen and too lazy to talk to anyone, but the woman was more than happy to talk.She is a professional medical report translator.She was going to Tampa to visit her daughter and son-in-law for two weeks.She said her name was Sarah.Sarah and I were chatting about the medical supply store as the plane climbed hard to its cruising altitude. In the five years since the Chinese fireworks show, a staggering amount of federal government budget has flowed to the aerospace industry, however, only a tiny percentage has been invested in commercial aviation.Maybe that's why, these refurbished old Airbuses are still flying.All that money went to Edward.Lawton's pocket for a project run by his Washington office: the Time Cycling Detection Project.Those plans were designed by the perihelion foundation in Florida, designed by Jason.More recently, plans have also included Mars terraforming.Clayton's government escorted all spending through MPs.There is a group of obedient councilors who are happy to show off, so that ordinary people can see that they have something to do with time.This can boost the morale of the people.Best of all, no one expected immediate results at all. The federal budget helps keep local economies afloat, at least in the Southwest, the pan-Seattle area and coastal Florida.It is a pity that this kind of economic injection is a bit slow, and the superficial prosperity is as fragile as a thin layer of ice.Sarah is worried about her daughter.Her son-in-law is a licensed plumber who works for a Tampa-area natural gas company.Most recently, he was permanently fired.Now they're living in a trailer home, on federal dole, and trying to find ways to support a three-year-old boy, Sarah's grandson, Buster. She asked me: Isn't that name weird, a boy's name?I mean, Buster?Sounds like a silent movie star.But honestly, it suits him quite well. I told her that a name is like clothes, either the clothes match you or you match the clothes.She said: What about you, Taylor.Dupre?I smiled a little embarrassedly. She said: Of course, I don't understand why young people still want to have children in recent years.That sounds scary.Of course, this has nothing to do with Buster.I love him very much and I wish him a long and happy life.But I still can't help but wonder.Is there something wrong with me? Sometimes we all need a reason for our hopes.I said.I wondered if that was the cliché that Giselle was trying to tell me. "However, there are still many young people who do not have children," she said.I mean, they deliberately don't have kids out of good intentions.They say it's best for little kids not to let them face what we face. I'm really not sure, does anyone know what we are facing. I mean, the turning point of no return, and And everything we've been through.However, for some reason, we are still alive and well. She raises her eyebrows.Dr. Dupre, do you really believe there is a reason? We chatted for a while, and then she said: I'm going to find a way to get some sleep.She stuffed the small pillow provided on the plane between her neck and the earphones.Although the indifferent Russian blocked my view, I could still see the scenery outside the plane window.The sun had gone down, and the sky had turned dark.There was nothing to see outside except the light overhead reflected in the window panes.I've dimmed the lights to focus on my lap. I'm stupid enough to pack everything I can read in my checked luggage.Luckily, I saw a tattered magazine in the glove pocket in front of Sarah's seat.I reached for the magazine.It was a religious magazine called Gate of Heaven, with a plain white cover.Probably left behind by previous travelers. I flipped through it and thought of Diane without knowing it.Ever since China attacked the time machine with missiles, the New Nation movement has lost the cohesion it once had.The original founders turned their backs on the movement, and their joyful group sex was no longer enthusiastic, venereal disease and human greed forced them to give up.Today, no one, not even the fringe fringes of the avant-garde, can claim to be a New Kingdom believer.You might call yourself a secularist, or an apocalyptic realizationist (full or half-believing), or a kingdom restorationist.Anyway, no one will just talk about the new kingdom.The summer we met Diane and Simon in the Berkshires, they were touring, taking part in trances.Today, that trance ritual has also disappeared. Today, the number of believers of the remaining New Kingdom sects is very small.The number of Southern Baptists alone far exceeds the sum of all denominations in the New Kingdom.However, the weight given to the movement itself by the core ideas of the new kingdom is completely out of proportion to the negligible number of believers.In the shadow of the gyrations of time, the belief in the millennium's central idea fueled popular religious hunger.Big billboards along countless highways proclaim that the catastrophe has come, and countless mainstream churches are forced to provide explanations for the end of the world.All of this has something to do with the new country. The Gate of Heaven is obviously the official publication of the West Bank Zeitgeist sect, appealing to the general public.The magazine contained an editorial denouncing Calvinists and Pledgemen, three pages of cookbooks, and a film review.However, what caught my attention was an article titled "Blood Sacrifice and the Red Heifer", which mentioned that the prophecy came true, that a purebred red heifer would appear, and that this heifer would appear in Sacrifice on the Temple Mount in Israel, invoking the bliss of the Rapture.The old-fashioned New Kingdom belief that time turns are the salvation of the gods is clearly outdated. "Luke" chapter twenty-one verse thirty-fifth: For thus the snare shall come upon all who dwell in all the earth.So, they see the time gyration as a trap, not salvation.So it was better to burn an animal as a sacrifice: the catastrophe was clearly more painful than originally expected. I tucked the magazine back into the glove bag.At that time, the plane just flew into a wave of turbulence, and the fuselage was bumped.Sarah frowned as she slept.The Russian businessman rang for the stewardess and ordered a whiskey limoncello. ☆ The next morning, I rented a car in Orlando with two bullet holes in it.Although they've puttyed the bullet holes and repainted them, it's still visible on the right-seat door.I asked the clerk at the rental car company if they had any other cars.He said: This is the last one on the scene.If you're willing to wait a few more hours, there's I said, forget it, this one is fine. I went west on the Beeline Expressway, then turned south onto Ninety-Five.Driving outside of Cocoa Beach, I stopped for breakfast at a Denny's on the side of the road.The waitress in the store probably sensed my homeless appearance and was very generous when pouring me coffee.It's a long way, right? It will be there in less than an hour. Oh, so, in fact, you have already arrived.go home?Or go out to run errands?Then, seeing that I was a little dazed, she smiled at me.Honey, you'll figure it out.We are all the same, sooner or later we will figure it out.In return for this chance encounter, I tipped her as generously as an idiot. Jason took a very sensational nickname for the perihelion park, called the prison.Just north of the campus is the Kennedy Space Center at Cape Canaveral, where the Foundation turns strategy into action.The perihelion foundation is now a formal official institution.The foundation is not affiliated with NASA, but it can communicate with NASA and borrow their engineers and staff.Perhaps it can be said that since the emergence of time gyrations, the Foundation has relied on continuous operations to forcefully invade NASA and become a layer of the entire bureaucratic system.The Foundation is taking the moribund space agency in a whole new direction.The old boss of NASA never dreamed of such a direction, and probably did not approve of it.The entire decision-making committee was controlled by Edward, while Jason actually controlled the development of the plan. The weather has started to heat up.The Florida heat seemed to be rising from the ground, and the wet earth was sweating like a brisket on a grill.I drove through a jagged grove of palm palms and past a few defunct surf shops.The ditch on the side of the road is full of green stagnant water, emitting bursts of stench.Also, I passed a crime scene where police cars surrounded a black pickup and three men hunched over the hot hood, wrists clasped behind their backs.The traffic police officer stared at the license plate of my taxi for a long time, then waved me through with a blank expression and professional suspicion in his eyes. ☆ When I arrived, I found that the perihelion prison was not as chilling as Jason described.It was an orange-red industrial center, modern and bright, surrounded by rolling, flawless green lawns.It's heavily guarded, but not intimidating.When I passed the guardhouse, the guard inside carefully scanned the interior of my car, told me to open the trunk, and rummaged through my suitcase and the box containing the music CD.He then gave me a temporary pass with a pin and showed me how to drive to the guest parking lot. (Behind the South Side District, take this road to the left, good luck.) He was sweating profusely, his blue uniform turned indigo from the drenching. Before my car was parked, Jason pushed open the two glass doors and rushed out.The glass is frosted, with a few words sprayed on it: All visitors must register.Jason ran across a lawn to the sandy parking lot.Taylor!He yelled, and then stopped a meter in front of me, as if afraid that I would suddenly disappear like a phantom. Hey, Xiaojie.I said with a smile. He opened his mouth with a smile.Doctor Dupre.Where did you get the car? Did you rent it?We'll get someone to drive back to Orlando.I'll help you get a better one.Do you have a place to live? I reminded him that he had promised me a long time ago that he would also help me with the housing problem. Oh, we've got it covered.No, it should be said that it is about to be done.I'm negotiating a lease now, a small house, less than twenty minutes away from here, with a view of the sea.You can move in in a few days.These few days I have to find a hotel for you first, but that's not a problem.So hey, what are we still doing here, absorbing UV rays? I followed him into the south side of the center.I watched him walk from behind.I noticed that his body was slightly tilted to the left, and his right hand moved more smoothly. As soon as you walk into the center, you will be greeted by a chilly cold air, as cold as the arctic, and the air smells like it was drawn from a cave, the kind of deep underground cave that doesn't grow any grass.In the hall, the floor is made of countless tiles and granite, polished to a smooth finish.There are more guards here and they seem well trained and courteous.Xiaojie said: I am so happy to see you.I really shouldn't be here at this time, but I really want to show you around, a quick tour.The Boeing guys were waiting for me in the conference room.One was from Torrance, South Bay, Los Angeles, and the other was from the IDS team in St. Louis, Missouri.They want to show me an upgraded version of the xenon ion propulsion system.They squeezed out a little more momentum, smug as hell, like a breakthrough.I tell them we don't want this little trick, we want reliability, simplicity I said: Jason. What happened to them? Take a breath.I said. He glared at me, as if he was not very happy, but his expression eased up again, and he laughed.He said: sorry.Nothing, just a bit like remember when we were kids?Every time someone of us has a new toy, we must show it off? Usually Jack has a new toy, or an expensive toy.Still, I told him, yes, I still remember. Uh, if it were someone else, hearing me describe this place like this, I would definitely feel that I am too casual, only you would not.Tyler, look at this place, doesn't it look like the biggest toy box in the world?Let me show it off, okay?Then we will find a place for you to rest and give you a little time to acclimate to the climate here.However, I'm a little skeptical, is it possible for you to adapt? So, I followed him around the three side districts on the first floor, and every time I went to a place, I went to the village to praise it.We looked at conference rooms and offices, at huge labs and engineering areas.The engineering area is responsible for designing the prototype and adjusting the mission target simulation.After the simulation is completed, the huge amount of planning and execution goals will be handed over to the contractor.Everything is so interesting and everything is so confusing.Finally, we walked to the infirmary, and Xiaojie introduced Dr. Kou Ning, who was about to leave, to me.He shook my hand coldly, and walked away impatiently, turning his head and saying: Good luck, Dr. Dupre. At this time, the pager in Jason's pocket rang more and more frequently, and he could no longer ignore it.He said: Those Boeing guys.I have to admire their high-speed electric toys, or their faces will be ugly.Is there any way you can walk back to the counter by yourself?I have told Shirley to wait for you over there, she is my personal assistant.She will find a place for you to rest.We'll talk about that later.Taylor, it's really nice to see you again! He shook my hand again.Oddly enough, his hands were weak.Then he walked away, still leaning to the left.At that time, what I thought in my heart was not whether he was sick, but how serious his illness would be. ☆ Jason did what he said.In less than a week, I had moved into the little furnished house.The house is clearly flimsy to me.The houses on this side of Florida are all the same, wood and batten, with windows on nearly every wall.However, it must not be cheap.Looking down from the porch upstairs is a long slope, passing through a long and narrow commercial area in the middle, and the sea is at the bottom.During this time, I had three occasions to be briefed by the taciturn Dr. Koonin.He was clearly dissatisfied with the Foundation's decision, but solemnly handed over his duties as a physician to me.I took over his medical records and nursing staff.On Monday, I saw my first patient.He was a young metallurgist who accidentally sprained his ankle while attending a Foundation in-house football game on the South Lawn.Judging from the trivial and ordinary treatment cases every day, the clinic is obviously a redundant plan.Jason would probably use such words to describe it.However, Jason said that there will come a time when it will be difficult for this place to get outside medical resources. I began to settle down, writing prescriptions, refilling prescriptions, giving patients aspirin, and going through medical records every day.I talk to Jasmine every day.Seagran took turns telling jokes.She is the lady in charge of registration.She said she liked Dr. Kooning, but she liked me even more. When I get home at night, I'll watch the lightning flash among the clouds.Those clouds looked like a lightning-struck clipper, anchored out in the open sea. I was waiting for Jason to call, but he never called. He didn't call for almost a whole month.Then, one Friday evening, when it was already dark, he showed up at my door without warning me.Dressed casually in jeans and a T-shirt, he looked ten years younger than he actually was.He said: I wanted to come and see you temporarily, didn't I bother you, did I? of course not.We went upstairs and I got a couple of beers from the fridge and we sat for a while on the whitewashed balcony.Xiaojie starts to say things like nice to meet you, nice to work with you, etc.Then I interrupted him, and I said: Don't you stop fucking me with this nonsense.Think of me as someone.It's me, Xiaojie! He smiled sheepishly, and it would be much easier to talk later. Let's start talking about the past.When we got to a certain place, I asked him: Have you heard anything about Diane? He shrugged.rare. I didn't ask any more questions.Next, the two of us each downed several bottles of beer.The wind is getting cooler and the night is starting to get quieter.I asked him how he was recently, as a friend. He said: I have been busy all the time, you don't have to think about it.We're going to be launching our first seed rockets sooner than we can leak to the press.Edward likes to stay on top of the game.He spends most of his time in Washington, and President Clayton has his eye on us, and we are close partners in the administration, at least for now.However, in order to maintain this relationship, we have to deal with some administrative nonsense, which never ends and gets in the way of what I want to do, what I need to do: planning tasks.That was really him waving helplessly. A lot of pressure, right?I test him. A lot of pressure.But we're making progress, step by step. I said: I don't seem to have your medical records in my clinic.Everyone in the staff and management here has a medical file, except you. He looked away and smiled, a bluff, a little nervous.Oh I think it's better this way, Tyler.That's it for now. Does Dr. Kooning have any comments? 寇寧醫師覺得我們精神都不太正常。其實他說對了。我有沒有跟你說過，他的新工作是到一艘郵輪上當駐診醫師？Can you imagine?寇寧醫師穿著夏威夷草裙，開暈船藥給船上的旅客？ 小傑，你還是老實告訴我吧，你到底哪裡不對勁？ 他看著西邊黝黑的天空。遠方，夜空與海平面交界處，有一個微弱的光點閃爍著。那不是星星，而幾乎可以確定那是他爸爸的一個浮空器。 還是告訴你吧。He said.聲音小得幾乎聽不見。現在我們才剛開始要有成果了，我有點怕人家現在叫我退場。他看著我看了好久。我很希望有人能夠讓我信賴，小泰。 There is no one else here.I said. 然後，他終於開始告訴我他的症狀。他說得很平靜，有條不紊，彷彿痛苦和虛弱已經使得他不再有感情上的起伏，就像故障的引擎發動不起來。我答應幫他做一些檢驗，而且不會把檢驗結果放到病歷檔案裡。他點點頭默許了。然後，我們不再討論這個話題，繼續又喝了一罐啤酒。最後，他向我道謝，跟我握手。只不過，這樣的舉動太隆重了，似乎沒有必要。然後他走了，離開他幫我租的房子，我的新家，陌生的家。 我去睡覺的時候，心裡很害怕，為他害怕。