Chapter 32 extreme north

It had been dark an hour before.In half an hour we shall pass through the Gateway Arch.We walked to the crew mess and saw Ian there.One of the sailors gave him a piece of khaki paper and some stubby crayons, to give him something to do so he wouldn't bother them. He seemed relieved to see us.He said he was a little worried about teleportation.He pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and accidentally touched a bruise on his cheek where Jara had punched him, and frowned.He asked me what it was like to travel through time and space. I said: I don't know, I haven't been teleported.

Will we feel it when we start teleporting? Heard from the crew, the skies can get a little weird.The instant the teleportation starts, when we are exactly at the point where the old world meets the new, the compass starts to go in a circle: north and south reversed.At this time, the bridge whistle will be blown.You'll know when the time comes. Ian said: The journey is long and the time is short. Well said.The arch body on our end will travel through the extremely distant interstellar space at a speed close to that of light, and then return to its original position.However, hypothetical intelligent beings can use time gyrations to create infinite time, allowing the arch to traverse this long distance in an instant.They can shorten the distance of about three billion light-years in an instant.Three billion light years, even if it is only a small part, the distance of that kind of distance is enough to make people dumbfounded and unimaginable.

Diane said: Sometimes it's weird why they don't bother. Jason said I know.Hypothetically intelligent beings want to save us from our doom, and then we can create something more complex ourselves.But therein lies the question, why do they want us to do these things?What do they want from us? Ian is not interested in such philosophical questions.Then after we pass through the arch I said: After passing, the ship will arrive at Magellan Port in another day. He imagined such a scene and smiled unconsciously. Diane and I exchanged knowing glances.Two days ago, she had told Ian who she was, and now, the two of them were good friends.She found several English children's books in the library on the ship, and then read some stories to Ian.She even read him a poem by Hussman: Toddler Hasn't Known yet Ian said: I don't like that one.

He showed us his drawing.He drew several animals from the plains of Equatoria, with long necks, sad eyes, and tiger markings.He must have seen these animals on the TV news. Diane said: So beautiful. Ian nodded seriously.Then we left and let him continue drawing.We go out onto the deck. ☆ The night sky was clear, and now the top of the arch was just above us, reflecting the last rays of daylight.From this angle, there is no longer any curvature, it looks like a geometric straight line, an Arabic numeral 1, or the English letter I. We got as close to the bow as we could, standing by the rail.Our hair and clothes fluttered in the wind, and the flag on the ship was crackled by the wind.The waves on the sea are undulating, and the lights on the boat are reflected in the waves, swaying.

Diane asked me: did you bring it? She was talking about the vial that contained part of Jason's ashes.Long before we even left Montreal, we had agreed to help him perform this ceremony, if it counted as a ceremony.Jason has never liked this kind of commemoration ceremony, but I'm sure he will like this ceremony.it's here.I took the small clay bottle from my vest pocket and held it in my left hand. Diane said: "I miss him so much.I miss him all the time.She snuggled up on my shoulder and I hugged her tightly.Wish he had been a fourth year guy before.However, even if he transitions to the fourth year, he will not change much

He won't change. In a way, Jason has been a fourth-year guy for a long time. The moment of time-transportation was approaching, and the stars began to dim, as if the hull of the ship was covered by something like a tulle.I opened the vial that held Jason's ashes.Diane took mine with her other hand. The wind changed suddenly, and the temperature suddenly dropped by a degree or two. She said: "Whenever I think about hypothetical intelligent beings, there seems to be something that scares me Where? I'm afraid we're just their red heifers, or like Jason's Martians, one day coming to save Earthlings.I'm afraid they'll want us to save them, to help them hide from something, something they're afraid of.

Maybe.But, I thought to myself, like a person's life, we don't want to live up to other people's expectations. I felt a sudden tremor in her body.Overhead, the thin arches grew darker.A mist suddenly shrouded the sea surface, but it was not an ordinary fog, but a haze.It's not about the weather. The last gleam of the arch was gone, and so was the horizon.At this moment, on the bridge of the Cape Ghost, the compass must have begun to spin.The captain blew the horn, and there was a deafening bang, as if a space had been violated and roared. I looked up, and the stars began to swirl around me, making me dizzy.

Now!Diane yelled over the deafening flute. I leaned forward against the railing and her hand took mine.We invert the bottle.The ashes drifted away with the wind, and looked like thin snowflakes under the light of the ship's lights.The ashes disappeared in mid-air, and did not fall into the raging black sea.I prefer to believe that the ashes have drifted away, in the invisible immensity we are sailing at this moment, among the stars, in the oceanless, networked vastness of the universe. Diane nestled in my arms, the blaring of the horn shaking our bodies like a pulse.Finally, the sound of the flute disappeared.

Then she looked up.She said: Look at the sky. Those different stars look so strange. ☆ The next morning, everyone ran out onto the deck.everyone.Ian, Ian's parents, Ibuina, and other passengers.Even Jarrah and a few of the crew who were on duty came running up.Everyone come up to taste the air of the new world and feel the heat of the new world. Looking at the blue sky and feeling the warm sunshine, you may mistakenly think that this is the earth.A rough line looms faintly on the horizon in the distance, which is the cape of Port Magellan.We saw the rocky headland, and from the high ground a few wisps of white smoke rose and drifted to the west.

Ibina led Ian to our side, leaning against the railing. Ina said: It looks so familiar, but it feels very different. Curly clumps of weeds undulated in the waves of the hull.It should be the weeds on the continent of Equatorial Continent, which were blown to the sea by the storm and drifted with the tide.Huge eight-petaled grass leaves float limply on the surface of the sea.At this moment, the arch was behind us.It was no longer a door to a new world outside, but a door to go home, in short, it was some kind of strange time and space door. Yi Na said: It seems that one period of history has ended, and another period of history is just beginning.

Ian doesn't think so.wrong.He said with a straight face.He stood up against the wind, as if he could move the future forward by force of will.When we land, we begin to have history. To be continued time two.axis postscript In the book "Winning in Time", I invented several diseases.Cardiovascular wasting, a bovine-borne disease, is pure fiction and does not exist in the real world.Atypical multiple sclerosis is also purely fictional, however, the symptoms described in the book are conceived from multiple sclerosis.Unfortunately, multiple sclerosis is a real disease.Although there is no cure for multiple sclerosis as of yet, several potential treatments are currently being introduced into medicine or are already showing light of day.However, this is science fiction after all, and I hope readers don't take it as a medical journal.If readers are interested in multiple sclerosis as a disease, here is one of the best websites that readers can refer to: www.Nationalmssociety.org Most of the future of Sumatra and the Minangkabau described in the book are also fictional.However, anthropologists have noticed the coexistence of matrilineal Minangkabau culture and contemporary Muslim culture.Interested readers can refer to the book "Women at the Center: Life in a Modern Matriarchy" written by Peggy Reeves Sandy. If readers are interested in contemporary scientific trends in evolution and the future of the solar system, you can refer to "The Life and Death of Planet Earth" by Peter D. Ward and Donald Brownlee or "Our Cosmic Origins" by Armand Delsemme .Readers can get real information in the above-mentioned works.The information depicted in science fiction is often distorted. This book would not have been possible without the assistance of people from all walks of life.Once again, I would like to thank everyone who assisted.Also, the honor of the MVP award goes to my wife Sally.