Chapter 12 hidden truth

I've heard a lot from patients, and I've learned a little bit about the Foundation.It is the scientists who prefer to talk to me, and the management is usually more silent.On the other hand, I also heard a lot from the family members of employees.The insurance of the American Health Maintenance Organization was on the verge of collapse. Many family members began to abandon the insurance and went to the clinic inside the foundation to see a doctor. Suddenly, it seemed that I became a full-scale family physician.Most of my patients are able to deeply understand the cruel fact of time rounding, and all of them are able to muster up the courage to face the reality with perseverance.A task programmer once said to me: pessimistic and cynical people are kept out, and people here know that they are doing important things.Such an attitude is admirable and contagious.It didn't take long before I began to feel like I was part of them, as if I was participating in their work, extending the reach of humanity and reaching deep into the raging temporal frenzy of outer space.

Several weekends, I drove to the Kennedy Space Center on the North Sea coast to watch rocket launches.There are new launch pads everywhere, and the new Atlas and Delta rockets roar into the sky.When the seasons change from autumn to winter, Jason will occasionally drop the work at hand and watch it with me.What is loaded on the rocket is a simple automatic control reentry vehicle, referred to as a self-returning vehicle.It was a pre-programmed survey device, like a simple window for viewing the stars.Unless the mission fails, the recovery components on the self-returning vehicle will float down to the Atlantic Ocean or the salt lakes of the western deserts, bringing back information from the world outside the earth.

I love the spectacle of rocket launches.Xiaojie admits that the rocket lifts off, as if it symbolizes the separation of relativistic time, and that feeling attracts him the most.The small spacecraft on board the rocket will fly outside the spacer of the time gyration and stay there for weeks, even months, measuring the growing distance between the Earth and the Moon and measuring the expansion of the Sun.However, judging from the time reference structure of the earth, the aircraft fell back to the earth on the afternoon of the launch, as if it were a magic bottle filled with impossible time.

As soon as the message from the aircraft was poured out like fine wine, rumors immediately spread around the Foundation: Gamma rays were elevated, which meant drastic changes in our neighboring planets.The sun radiated more heat into Jupiter's turbulent atmosphere, causing new changes on Jupiter.A new huge crater has appeared on the surface of the moon, and there is no longer always only one side facing the earth.The moon began to rotate slowly, and the side that was always dark was gradually turned towards the earth. One morning in December, Xiaojie took me across the entire park to the engineering area.There's a mockup there that's been activated, and it's a full-scale mockup of the Mars payload spacecraft.The engineering area is a huge space separated in the center. Men and women wearing Tyvek sterilized fiber protective clothing are assembling prototypes of many designs, or installing them for testing.In the corner is an aluminum platform on which a model of the spaceship sits.The spaceship felt pitifully small, looking like a black spherical box the size of a doghouse, with a nozzle at one end, looking drab under the ceiling light.But Jason's ostentatious appearance is very similar to the pride of parents for their children.

He said: This thing is basically divided into three parts: the ion drive and reaction mass, the onboard navigation system, and the payload.Most of the structure of the whole aircraft is the engine.There is no communication equipment and cannot communicate with the earth, but it seems that it is not necessary.The navigation program is redundant, but the hardware itself is smaller than a mobile phone, and the power comes from solar panels.The solar panels have not been installed yet, but with a little artist's imagination, when the aircraft is fully extended, it will look like it is nailed to a wall, like a dog house transformed into Picasso's dragonfly.

Doesn't look like there's enough power to fly to Mars. Momentum is not an issue.Ion engines are slow, but very durable.This is exactly what we want: simple, strong, durable technology.What is more difficult to deal with is the navigation system.The navigation system has to be smart enough to work independently.When the aircraft passes through the time-circling isolation layer, it will produce a certain speed.Some call it speed in time.It was a dull word, but it got the meaning.The speed of the spacecraft is getting faster and faster, and the temperature is getting higher and higher.From the spacecraft itself, it's not that obvious, but from our perspective on Earth, the difference is huge.During the launch process, there may be very slight changes in speed and flight trajectory, for example, as small as a gust of wind, or a slight delay in the supply of rocket fuel. As long as there is the slightest change, the result will become unpredictable.What is difficult to predict is not how the rocket will enter space, but when it will enter space.

is there any difference The difference is that the orbits of Mars and Earth around the sun are both elliptical, and they run at different speeds.We have no reliable way to pre-calculate where the relative position of Mars will be when the spacecraft arrives in Mars' orbit.Basically, the spacecraft has to find Mars in the starry sky and calculate the trajectory itself.So, we need smart and flexible software, as well as robust and durable propulsion systems.We were lucky enough to have both.Tyler, this is a lovely machine.The appearance is ordinary, but the inner beauty is unparalleled.One day, it will have to deal with problems independently and prevent disasters.It will go into Mars orbit as we have planned.

Then what? Jason smiled.That's the heart of the whole mission.He unscrewed a whole set of screws from the model, and lifted a panel forward of the hull, revealing a shielded inner slot, divided into many small hexagonal sections, like a honeycomb.Inside each block is a blunt black oval object that looks like a nest of dark eggs.Jason took one from inside and stood up.That thing is small enough to hold in the palm of one hand. It looked like a pregnant lawn dart.I said. It's just much more sophisticated than lawn darts.We sprinkle these things in the atmosphere of Mars.When they descend to a certain height, they will pop out the propeller blades, and then spin down and float down, dissipating the high temperature and slowing down the speed.Depending on the unique loadout of each spaceship, we'll sprinkle it in different places: the North and South Poles, or the Equator.Whether we're looking for subterranean sea salt mud or natural ice, the basic process is the same.You think of them as hypodermic needles, pumping life into that planet.

As far as I know, the ingredients of this life are genetically engineered microorganisms.The genotypes of microbes incorporate other fungi, such as those found in rocks in the dry valleys of Antarctica, or anaerobic organisms that can live in the waste pipes of nuclear reactors, or those found on the bottom of the Barents Sea in the Arctic Ocean. Single-celled organisms found in ice mud.The function of these organic organisms is mainly to moisten the Martian soil.As the aging sun warmed the Martian surface, these microbes thrived, releasing water vapor and other gases trapped in the soil.The next thing to play is a series of blue-green algae varieties that have been transformed by genetic engineering, simple photosynthetic plants.Finally, we continued to exploit the environment created by the first launch with more complex creature forms.In the most ideal state, Mars will always be just a desert, and the water released will only be enough to form shallow and unstable salt lakes. Create a place where people can live.Humans can go there, live, and reproduce a million generations in the equivalent of one Earth year.That way, our Martian brethren might have time to help us unravel mysteries that we can only fathom.

On Mars, we would create a race of messiahs, or let evolution create messiahs for us. It's hard to believe we can do it just if.I can't draw conclusions until I do it. Even hypothetically, this solution to the problem A desperate technological move, and you're absolutely right.Please keep your voice down, though.Regardless, there is a powerful force on our side. time.I guess. Wrong, time is just a useful lever.The element that really functions is life, abstract life.I mean, life recreates, life evolves, life complicates.That is the pattern of life, to fill in the flaws and the cracks, to take the unexpected turns, to survive.I believe in such a process: full of vitality, unyielding.As for whether it can save us?I have no idea.However, it is possible.He smiled.If you were the chairman of the budget committee, I wouldn't be so equivocal.

He handed me the darts.The darts are surprisingly light, less than the weight of a major league baseball.I imagined that scene: the cloudless Martian sky, hundreds of darts raining down from the sky, pouring the fate of human beings into the barren soil.Next, let's see what fate will bring us. ☆ On that day, three months before Christmas, Edward.Lawton came to visit the Florida campus.That's when Jason's symptoms returned.Those symptoms hadn't flared up for months. When Jason came to see me at the clinic last year, he told me about his symptoms, hesitantly, but methodically.He experiences brief weakness and numbness in his arms and legs, blurred vision, occasional dizziness, and occasional incontinence.Although these symptoms are not enough to cause physical disabilities, they are occurring more and more frequently and cannot be ignored. I told him that there are many possible causes.However, he must be as aware as I am, and it may be a neurological problem. We all breathed a sigh of relief when we got the blood test report.The test for multiple sclerosis was positive on the report.MS has been a curable or manageable disease since the advent of the chemical agent sclerosing statins a decade ago.Somewhat ironically, the time twirl occurred at the same time that proteomics was making many of the major breakthroughs in medicine.Our generation, my generation and Jason's, may not escape the end of the world, but at least we won't die from multiple sclerosis, Parkinson's, diabetes, lung cancer, arteriosclerosis, or Alzheimer's disease.The last generation of industrial civilization may well have been the healthiest generation ever lived. Of course, things are not quite that simple.Nearly five percent of diagnosed MS cases do not respond to sclerostatins or other treatments.Clinicians began discussing these cases as a form of multidrug-resistant multiple sclerosis, or perhaps even another disease with the same symptoms.Nonetheless, Jason's initial treatment went according to plan.I prescribed him a minimum daily dose of a sclerosing statin.From then on until the day Edward arrived, his symptoms completely disappeared.The day Edward arrived at the campus, it was like an elusive tropical storm blowing up. The corridors were crowded with congressional aides and media reporters, like the wreckage scattered on the ground after the storm passed. Edward represents Washington, we represent Florida; he represents management, we represent science and engineering.Xiaojie oscillates between the two ends.His job is basically to make sure that the orders of the decision-making committee are actually carried out.Still, he often stood up to the bureaucracy.In this way, those scientists stopped gossip that he only relied on his father's connection.They began to think of him as a buddy of the gang.The trouble, Jay says, is that getting the Mars project into action isn't enough to satisfy Edward.He wanted to operate the project more delicately.Usually, based on political factors, he will award contracts to poorly rated bidders in exchange for the support of Congress.Employees at the Foundation sneered at him privately, yet they were more than happy to shake his hand when he arrived. The highlight of this year's tour was when Edward addressed staff and guests in the center's Great Hall.All the employees entered the venue in a file, keeping themselves in order like elementary school students, looking enthusiastic.After everyone was seated, Jason stood up to introduce his father.I watched Jason walk up the steps to the stage and stand behind the podium.I noticed that his left hand was hanging loosely by his thigh, and when he turned to shake his father's hand, he leaned on his heel for support, in a weird position. Jay introduced his father briefly and solemnly, and then retreated to the back of the stage to sit with the group of high-level executives.Edward walked up to the stage.Edward turned sixty a week before Christmas, but he would be mistaken for a fifty-year-old athlete.Wearing a three-piece suit with a flat stomach and thinning hair cut into a soldier's crew cut, he looks fresh.His speech was still the official language of the system, complimenting the vision of the Clayton government, the staff gathered at the scene for their contribution to the vision of the foundation, and his son's creative management.He said to engineers and technicians: If we succeed, we will bring dreams to life, life to a barren planet, and a whole new hope to this world we call home.There was thunderous cheers at the scene, with hands raised high and waving like waves, and everyone grinned wildly.Edward then left, surrounded by security personnel. An hour later, I found Jay in the supervisor's lunch room.He sat at a small table and pretended to read a volume published by the Astrophysical Review. I sat down on the chair opposite him.How serious is it? He smiled weakly.You're not talking about my dad's whirlwind visits, are you? You know exactly what I'm asking. He lowered his voice and said: I have been taking medicine, and I am on time, every morning and evening.However, it happened again.Seriously this morning.I can't move my left arm and left leg like needles, and it's getting worse.It's never been this serious.Happens almost every hour.It felt like the entire left half of the body was electrified. Do you have time to stop by the infirmary? There was time, of course, but his eyes flickered.I don't know where to go.I don't want to startle you, but I'm glad you're here.Now, I'm really not sure if I'll be able to walk.I waited until Edward had finished speaking before trying to figure out how to get here.Still, I'm pretty sure if I try to stand up now, I'm bound to fall.I don't think I can walk anymore.Xiaotai, I can't walk! I'm going to find someone to help. He sat up suddenly.Do not call anyone.If necessary, I can sit here and wait until everyone is gone and only the guards are left. This is ridiculous. Or you can help me stand up without disturbing others.It's only twenty or thirty meters away from the infirmary, right?If you could grab my arm and look like buddies hooked shoulders, maybe we could walk out there without disturbing anyone. Then I had to agree.However, I didn't agree to his way of disguise and cover, but because it was the only way to bring him to my office.I grabbed his left arm and he stood up on the edge of the table with his right hand.We managed to go straight past the cafeteria without detours, but he dragged his left foot all the way in a way that was hard to hide.Luckily, no one was watching us carefully.In the hallway we kept walking against the walls so that his limp was less likely to arouse suspicion.A high-level executive suddenly appeared from the end of the corridor. At that time, Jason immediately lowered his voice and said: Stop.Next, Jason leaned against a display stand and pretended to stand there talking to me.He grabbed the iron frame with his right hand, grasping it so hard that his knuckles were turning blue, and bead-sized beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.When the supervisor passed by us, he nodded and said nothing. Before I reached the door of the clinic, I was almost supporting his whole body weight.It's okay, Jasmine.Seagram was out for coffee, not inside.I closed the door and it was just the two of us inside.We went into a testing room.I helped Jason lie on the examination table, then ran back to the front counter and left a note for Jasmine, telling him never to be disturbed. When I got back to the consulting room, Jason was crying.He didn't really cry, but there were tears on his face and a tear hanging from his chin.It's fucking unbearable.He refuses to look me in the eye.He said: I couldn't bear it.Sorry, I just can't help it. He is incontinent. ☆ I helped him into a paper hospital gown, then took his wet clothes to the doctor's office sink for a wash.Behind the medicine cabinet is a storage room that few people go into.I took the laundry inside and let the sun dry by the window.There were no patients today, so I used this as an excuse to tell Jasmine not to go to work in the afternoon. Jason finally regained his composure, but he looked a bit humble in that paper medical gown.You said that this disease can be cured.What now?You say, what went wrong? Xiaojie, this disease can really be cured.Most cases are usually treatable, but there are always exceptions. Then, I am also an exception?I won the hapless lotto? You just regressed to something worse.This phenomenon usually occurs in diseases that have not been completely cured.There is a period of physical incapacity, followed by a period of no seizures.You may be slower to respond to the medicine.In some cases, it takes a long time for the drug to accumulate in the body to a certain extent before the drug can fully exert its effect. I have been taking it for six months since you prescribed it for me.Instead of getting better, my condition got worse. I can switch to another sclerosing statin for you to see if it works.However, the chemical composition of those drugs is actually similar. So changing the prescription is useless. Maybe it doesn't work, maybe it works.We can still try it first, and then rule it out if it doesn't work. What if that drug doesn't work? Then, we no longer need to think about how to cure the disease, but start thinking about how to control the disease.Even if there is no cure, multiple sclerosis is not terminal.In the middle of two attacks, many patients can fully recover their body functions and manage to live a normal life.However, what I didn't tell him was that such cases rarely look as serious and ferocious as Jason's.Usually, the second line of treatment is a cocktail of anti-inflammatory drugs, selective protein inhibitors, and specific central nervous system stimulants.Cocktail therapy can effectively suppress symptoms and slow down the deterioration of the condition. Jason said: Very good, great, give me a prescription. Not so simple.Side effects may occur. For example? Not necessarily.If so, there may be some psychological depressive symptoms, such as a bit of depression, or occasional episodes of mania.Also, sometimes I feel weak all over. Other than that, I'll look like a normal person? almost normal.It will be normal now, and it may last ten or fifteen years, or even longer.However, that is just controlling the condition, not treating it.It's like hitting the brakes but not coming to a full stop.If you live long enough, symptoms can recur. Anyway, are you sure I can live a normal life for ten years? From a doctor's professional point of view, there is no problem. He said thoughtfully: ten years, or one billion years.It depends on what angle you think from.Maybe that's enough.Should be enough, don't you think? I didn't ask him, how is it enough?However, during that time Tyler, don't tell me what was going on around that time.I can't imagine the consequences of leaving my job, and besides, I don't want anyone to know. That's nothing to be ashamed of. I'm not ashamed.He compared the paper medical gown on his body with his right hand.I just feel fucking ashamed and not ashamed.We don't need to discuss psychological issues.What I care about is the work in the foundation.Will they still allow me to do it?Taylor, Edward hated sickness, he hated weakness of every kind.He'd hated Carol ever since she got addicted to alcohol. Don't you think he will understand you? I love my dad, but I'm not blind enough to see his flaws.No, he won't understand.I can have influence in the foundation because of Edward's backing.As things stand, my position is in jeopardy.I have a little disagreement with him.If I became a liability to him, within a week he would remove me from my position and send me to a luxurious sanatorium in Switzerland or Bali.Then, he'll tell himself, it's for my own good.What's more terrible is that he will really believe that this is for my own good. How much you want others to know is up to you.However, you need to find a neurologist, not a general practitioner in the company like me. He said: no. Xiaojie, if you don't go to a specialist doctor, I won't be sure to continue to help you with treatment.It is risky enough for me to prescribe you a sclerostatin without consulting a neurologist first. Haven't we already had an MRI and a blood test?What else do you need? Ideally, a fully equipped hospital-grade laboratory, and a degree in neurology. Shit.Didn't you say that multiple sclerosis isn't such a big deal these days? If treatment doesn't work, something is wrong. I can't he wants to refute.Still, he was clearly tired, exhausted.Although Edward had worn himself out in the week leading up to his arrival, fatigue could be another sign of a worsening condition.Let's discuss it.If you can arrange it privately and not on my itinerary, I will go with you to see a specialist.However, you must restore my bodily functions to normal.I have to be back to normal tomorrow.Normal means that you don't need help when you walk, and you won't suffer from urinary incontinence.Does the cocktail therapy you just mentioned work so quickly? Usually very fast.However, without a neurological examination Taylor, you have to understand that I am very grateful for everything you have done for me, but if necessary, I can also buy a more obedient doctor.You treat me now, and then I'll see a specialist.As long as you think it is right, I will do as you say.But if you think I'm going to work in a wheelchair with a catheter in my dick, you're dead wrong. Xiaojie, even if I prescribe it to you now, you won't get better in one night.That will take several days. I might be able to take a few days off.He thought about it for a while, and finally said, okay, you can prescribe the medicine for me, and also, you get me out now, don't startle me.If you can do it, I give myself to you.That's it. Xiaojie, doctors don't bargain. Don't just pull it off, Hippocrates, the father of medicine. ☆ I didn't use the full cocktail at first because the pharmacy didn't have all the pills in stock.However, I prescribed a central nervous system stimulant for him first. At least in the next few days, his bladder control function will be restored first, and he can walk without help.The negative effect is that he will be more irritable and slow-witted.I heard that the reaction is like the blood pressure rises and the eyes turn black when the effect of cocaine is about to wear off. We waited there until most of the employees had gone home from get off work and only the night shift workers were left in the factory before we left.Xiaojie walked very stiffly, but he managed to get past the counter at the door, walked to the parking lot, and waved to some colleagues who got off work late, then got into my car and sat down on the seat on the right.I drive him home. He has been to my house several times, but I have never been to his house.I thought that where he lived should match his status in the Foundation.Unexpectedly, it was just a simple small apartment, with only a little bit of sea view, and it was just a place to sleep.Apparently, he rarely did anything other than sleep in that place.The apartment has a sofa, a TV, a desk, several bookcases, and a broadband TV network connection.The walls were bare except for a hand-drawn diagram pasted on the wall in front of the desk.A line is drawn on it, representing the development history of the solar system, from the birth of the sun to its final collapse as a smoldering white dwarf.There is a point marked on that timeline, with four big characters written on it, Time Revolving.From that point a line branches off, representing the history of humanity.The bookcases were crammed with periodicals and textbooks, and the only decorations were three framed photographs.Edward.Lawton's photo, Carol.A picture of Lawton, and a picture of Diane.Diane looks serious in the photo, which I assume was taken years ago. Xiaojie was paralyzed on the sofa, showing a kind of contradictory phenomenon in his whole body.His body is slack, but his eyes are piercing, showing a kind of super sharpness caused by drugs.While Jason was speaking, I went to the small kitchen next door to scramble some eggs (neither of us had eaten anything since breakfast).The eggs were scrambled, but he was still talking, and kept talking.In the middle of the talk, he suddenly said: Actually, I know that I talk too much, I know it very well, but I don't feel sleepy at all, will this phenomenon go away? This apparent stimulant effect wears off if you take the HAART long enough.I brought a plate of scrambled eggs to him over the sofa. The effect of the medicine took place very quickly.It's like the pills everyone used to take before final exams.However, the body feels very soothing.I felt like a neon sign in an empty house, bright but empty.This egg is scrambled very well.Thanks.He put the plate aside.It looked like maybe a tablespoon was eaten. I sat in front of his desk, looking at the picture of time whirling on the wall in front of me, and wondered what it would be like to live inside these things all day.That picture paints a sombre picture of the origin and demise of the human race.In the life cycle of an ordinary star, how limited is the period of human existence.He had drawn the picture with a soft brush on a long piece of plain beige wrapping paper. Jason also looked towards the picture."Obviously, they just want us to do something," he said. Who are you talking about? Hypothetical intelligent beings.If we must call them that.We probably have to call it that, and everyone does.They want something from us.I don't know what they want: a gift, a signal, a reasonable sacrifice. Why do you think so? This is no longer an original insight.The time gyration isolation layer allows the passage of human aircraft, such as artificial satellites, but it blocks meteorites, even meteorites as small as Brownlee dust.Why?Obviously that's not an isolation layer.We use the wrong word all the time.Due to the effect of stimulants, Xiaojie seems to like to use the word obviously.He said: "Obviously, it was a filter with a filtering function.They filter the energy that hits the Earth's surface, keeping us from harm and keeping us alive.At least, they hope to preserve the ecology of the earth.However, they allow us to go to space?Even after we attempted to nuke the only two time gyro machines the Earthlings could find, were we allowed to go to space?Xiaotai, what do they want?What good would it do them? Maybe they don't want any favors.Possibly blackmail.Pay and we'll let you go. He shook his head.Let us go?It doesn't make sense.Does letting us go do us any good?We need them.We still can't rule out the possibility that they may be benign, or at least not harmful to us.I mean, what would have happened to us humans if they hadn't used a time vortex to cover the earth?Many people believe that we are facing the last century of human civilization, or even the last century of human existence.Global warming, overpopulation, dying oceans, depleting soil, spreading disease, the threat of nuclear or biological weapons We may end up self-destructing.But at least that's our own doing. is that so?Whose fault is that?your fault?Or is it my fault?neither.That's just the result of the unintentional choices of billions of human beings.The things we usually do are actually not dangerous, for example, we have children, drive to work, keep our jobs, and solve some immediate problems.At a certain point, however, these trivialities are punished, and the result is the end of humanity.So, obviously, obviously we've reached a critical moment, another kind of irreversible turning point. Just let the sun swallow us up, maybe die a quicker death? It's not there yet.The sun isn't the first star to burn up, either.The Milky Way is littered with white dwarfs, and those white dwarf galaxies may have once hosted planets.Have you ever wondered what happened to them? I said: I rarely think about these things. I walked across the bare parquet floor to the bookcase and looked at pictures of Jason's family.I'll look at Edward's photo first.In the photo, he is smiling at the camera.The man's laugh never felt completely genuine.It was easy to see that he was similar in size and appearance to Jason. (Jason would probably say, obviously) Similar machines, different souls. After the catastrophe of the galaxy, how could living things survive?It's hard to say, though, obviously depending on what kind of creature it is.Could it be organic?Or is it a general autocatalyzed feedback loop system?Are hypothetical intelligent beings organic?the question itself is interesting You should really try to get some sleep.It was past twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and he had already begun to speak some words that I could not understand.I picked up Carol's picture.The similarities between her and Jason were less obvious.The weather should be fine when the photographer takes pictures of Carol.Her eyes were wide, but not from seeing anything frightening.She smiled a little forcedly, and her thin lips raised slightly, which was hardly felt.Even so, her smile wasn't too contrived. Jason was still talking about those hypothetical intelligent creatures.They may be drawing energy from the sun.We have some data on solar flares in our hands, and it seems that we can see a little clue.Obviously, what they're doing to the planet requires an enormous amount of available energy.The energy consumed is equivalent to freezing an object the size of a planet to near absolute zero.So where does the energy come from?Most likely the sun.Since the advent of time gyres, we have observed significantly fewer large-scale solar flares.Between 1,200 kilometers and 2,000 kilometers above the earth is the heliosphere of the atmosphere.Something, some kind of force, or some kind of intermediary, sucked away the high-energy electric particles before the sunlight hit the heliosphere.Tyler, they're mining the sun for energy!It was technology that defied all else, almost as astonishing as the time spin itself. I picked up Diane's picture.That photo is of her marrying Simon.Taken by Townsend before.The photo captures Diane's characteristic uneasy expression, as if she is squinting in deep thought.She is naturally beautiful but has an uneasy expression, elegant but a little restless. There are too many memories of her in my mind.But those memories have been lost in the ages, and they are gradually passing through the past years with the momentum of time.I took that picture frame and stayed there for a while without saying a word.Jason saw it.He said: Seriously, Taylor, it's not worth being so obsessed with it. Xiaojie, this is not obsession. Why doesn't it count?Is it because you have forgotten her, or is it because you are afraid of her?However, if she has a call, I can ask her the same question.Simon tied her tightly.I wonder if she misses those days in the new country very much.That movement, full of naked monists, full of evangelical hippies.The price of piety is now higher.He added: She occasionally communicates with Carol. At least she should be happy, right? Diane was with a lot of fanatics, and maybe she had become a fanatic herself.She probably has no choice but to be happy. Do you think any danger might happen to her? He shrugged.I think she is living the life she has chosen.She could have had other options.小泰，要不是因為她滿腦子胡思亂想，她大可選擇，比如說，嫁給你 胡思亂想什麼？ 她幻想艾德華是你爸爸，而她是你親妹妹。 我驚訝得從書櫃倒退了好幾步，慌亂間把照片碰倒在地上。 This is ridiculous. 這是她獨家專利的荒唐。而且，我覺得她一直到了進大學才徹底放棄這個荒唐的念頭。 她怎麼居然會認為 那是胡思亂想，沒什麼根據。想想看，黛安和艾德華之間從來就沒什麼感情。她覺得艾德華冷落她。從某方面來說，她是對的。艾德華從來就沒想過要生女兒，他要的是繼承人，男的繼承人。他的期望很高，而我剛好滿足了他的期望。對艾德華來說，黛安只會讓他分心。他本來寄希望於卡蘿把她帶大，而卡蘿他聳聳肩。她沒有盡到責任。 所以她就編了這個故事？ 她覺得很有道理。這樣可以解釋為什麼艾德華收留你媽媽和你，讓你們住在庭院的小房子裡。這也可以解釋為什麼卡蘿老是悶悶不樂。而且，最根本原因是，這樣想她心裡會比較舒服。你媽比較親切，也比卡蘿更關心她。她喜歡這樣的感覺，感覺自己的血緣和杜普雷家比較親近。 我看著傑森。他臉色蒼白，瞳孔放大，眼神渙散，看著窗外。我提醒自己，他是我的病人，他服用了很強的藥，所以，他出現這種心理反應，是可以預料的。我提醒自己，就這幾個鐘頭之前，眼前這個男人還因為自己大小便失禁而痛哭流涕。我說：傑森，我現在真的該走了。 為什麼，這些事有那麼嚇人嗎？你以為長大是不會痛苦的嗎？我還來不及回答，他猛然轉頭看著我的眼睛。那天晚上，那是他第一次正眼看我。老天，我是不是太沒禮貌了。 我說：藥的關係 我說得太過分了。泰勒，不好意思。 睡一晚你就會舒服一點了。不過，這幾天你還不可以到基金會去。 我不會去的。明天你會過來嗎？ 我會來。 He said: Thank you. 我沒有回答他就走了。