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inside.Hunter had never seen anyone die.Accompanying Keats Hunter still thought he was Joseph.Sylvelen, but was quite sure that the dying man now believed himself to be John.Keats' last day and night were the most difficult times in Hunter's life.On the last day of Keats's life, he vomited blood many times, and between episodes of vomiting Hunter could hear phlegm churning in the throat and chest of the little man struggling to survive. Hunter sat by the bed in that small room on the Plaza de España, listening to Keats raving. From sunrise to noon, and from noon to afternoon, Keats had a high fever, sometimes comatose, sometimes Sober, but he insisted that Hunter pay attention to what he had to say, and write everything down. They found ink, pens, and large sheets of paper in the other room. Hunter did as he did, scribbling the dying figure The accuser spouted metaphors and lost divinity, the duty of poets and the death of the gods, and civil wars like Milton in the intellectual core.

Hunter was very excited and squeezed Keats's burning hand.Where is the intelligence core?Silver Keats?where is it? The dying man was sweating and turned his face away.Don't blow air on my face, it's cold. Intellectual core, Hunter said again, leaning back, only feeling sad and powerless and about to cry.Where is the intelligence core? Keats smiled.His head thrashed back and forth in pain, breathing hard like wind blowing through a broken bellows.Like a spider on a web.He murmured: Spiders in webs, weaving Let's weave their webs and tie us up and suck our blood dry.Like a fly caught in a spider's web.

Hunter didn't write any more, only listening to more seemingly meaningless ravings.Then he understood.Jesus, he said softly: they're in the portal system. Keats tried to sit up, and he grabbed Hunter's arm with terrible force and told your boss, Hunter, let Graystone rip that off, tear it off.Spider in the web.The god of man and the god of the machine must find what unites them.not me!He fell back on the pillow and started crying silently, not me! Keats slept for a long time that long afternoon, but Hunter knew that was closer to death than to sleep.Just the slightest sound would startle the dying poet, struggling to breathe.By sunset Keats was too weak to spit out, and Hunter had to help him lower his head over the spittoon and let gravity clear the bloody phlegm from his mouth and throat.

Several times Hunter went to the window as Keats fell asleep, and once he went down to the gate to look out into the square.Something tall and spiky-edged stood in the darkest shadows across the square near the bottom of the stairs. At dusk Hunter himself sat upright in the straight-backed chair beside Keats' bed and fell asleep.He dreamed of falling from a height and woke up with a start. He stretched out his hand to steady himself, but found that Keats was awake and staring at him. Have you ever watched someone die before?Keats asked intermittently, panting. No, Hunter felt that there was something strange in the young man's eyes, as if Keats was looking at him, but what he saw was another person.

Well, I pity you then, said Keats: whatever trouble and danger you may have gotten into because of me, you can be sure now that it won't be much longer. Hunter was surprised not only by the tenderness and courage contained in the words, but also by the sudden change in Keats's accent from flat Starnet Standard English to something older and more amusing. Talking nonsense, Hunter said sincerely, trying to bring in an eagerness and energy he didn't feel.We can go out before dawn.As soon as it gets dark, I'm going to sneak out and find a portal. Keats shook his head.The Thorn Demon God will catch you.It won't let anyone help me, its rule is to look at me, to escape from myself through myself.He closed his eyes, breathing more rapidly.

I don't understand, Li.Hunter said and held the young man's hand.He thought it might be post-fever raving, but since it was one of the few Keats moments of full sobriety in the past two days, Hunter felt it was worth the effort to talk.What do you mean by escaping yourself through yourself? Keats' eyes blinked open.The hazel eyes were too bright.Umong and others want me to get out of myself by accepting divinity, Hunter.As bait for the great white whale, as honey for that supreme fly, fugitive sympathy will find a home in me, John.Keats, five feet tall and then you can start coordinating, right?

What coordination?Hunter leaned over, trying not to let his breath touch his face.Keats seemed to shrink under the sheets, entangled in several blankets, but the heat radiating from him seemed to fill the room.His face was a pale oval in the fading light, and Hunter only vaguely noticed a streak of reflected golden sunlight moving on the wall below where it met the ceiling, but Keats never left his eyes. That last ray of sunlight. Coordination between man and machine, creator and creation.Keats started coughing as he spoke, and finally stopped after spitting sticky bloody phlegm into the spittoon that Hunter was holding for him.He lay back and gasped for a while.Then it said: the coordination between human beings and the races they want to exterminate, the wisdom core and the human beings they want to obliterate, the gods of painful evolution and the void connection and the ancestors they want to eliminate, etc.

Hunter shook his head and stopped copying, I don't understand.Can you be the savior after you die? Keats's pale face moved back and forth on the pillow, probably laughing.We all have that possibility, Hunter.Human folly and greatest pride.We suffer, we make way for our children, and that gives us the right to be the gods we dream of. Hunter lowered his head and saw his hands clenched in anger and helplessness.If you can do this and have this much power then do it and let's get out of this place. Keats closed his eyes again.cannot.I am not the one who will come, but the one who has been here before.Not the one who is baptized, but the one who baptizes.Damn it, Hunter, I'm an atheist, and not even Sylvellen, on my deathbed, could convince me of these things!Keats grabbed Hunter by the clothes with such violence that the much older man was terrified.write this down!

Hunt groped for the ancient pen and rough paper, and desperately wrote the words that Keats recited softly: ∮ There are wonderful lessons in your silent face, Vast knowledge makes me a god Fame, deeds, ancient legends, tragedies, betrayals, Kingship, decree, anguish, Creation and destruction, together pour into my empty mind Worship me like a god, like the wine of love Or the incomparable elixir I drink Then become immortal. Keats lived another three painful hours, like a swimmer occasionally emerging from the sea of ​​pain to take a breath or whisper a few eager ravings.Once, long after dark, he pulled Hunter's sleeve and whispered clearly: After I die, the Thorn Demon God will not harm you.It is waiting for me.There may be a way back, and it won't hurt you while you search.Then, just as Hunt was bending down to hear if the poet was still breathing, Keats began to speak again, and continued between fits, telling Hunt expressly that he should be buried in Protestant cemetery in Rome, near the Pyramid of the Praetorian.

Nonsense, nonsense, Hunter repeated like a mantra, squeezing the young man's burning hand. Flowers, after a while, Keats said softly after Hunter had lit the lamp on the desk.The poet's eyes were wide open, staring at the ceiling with the innocent surprise of a child.Hunter looked up and saw yellow roses painted in blue squares on the ceiling.There are flowers above me.Keats breathed heavily and spoke intermittently. When Hunter was standing at the window, looking at the shadows by the Spanish Steps, there was a painful gasp behind him, which rang and stopped, and then Keats called, Sylvellen help me up!I'm dying.

Hunter sat on the bed and hugged him.Heat drained from that small body, and he seemed weightless, as if the man's flesh had been burned.Don't be afraid, be strong, thank God this moment is finally here!Keats gasped, and then the terrible gasp faded away, and Hunter made Keats lie back more comfortably, his breathing taking on a more regular rhythm. Hunter changed the water in the wash-basin, found a new cloth, dampened it, and came back to find Keats dead. Then, after the sun came out, Hunter picked up the little body, wrapped it in a new sheet on Hunter's bed, and went out into the city. Wait for Brown.By the time Lamia reached the top of the valley, the storm had stopped.As she passed the Crypt, she saw that there was an eerie light like the other Cenotaphs, but there was also a terrible noise, as if the cry of thousands of spirits echoed from the ground.Brown hurried on. She walked to the Jingmo Temple and stood there, the sky was already clear.As the name suggests, the building is half-curved upwards and outwards, like the monster's shell, the supporting part is curved downwards, like a knife blade piercing the bottom of the valley, and the other buttresses are outwards and upwards, like the thorns of the thorn demon god. with.The entire temple now resembles a giant jack-o'-lantern as the walls become transparent due to the increased light inside. Brown took a deep breath and rubbed his stomach.She was pregnant, she knew before she left Luthers that she was supposed to take care of her unborn son or daughter now?Why bother with the obscene old poet on the Jing Demon God Tree?Brown knew the answer to that question was yes, but now it didn't fucking matter.She let out that breath, and walked towards the Jingmo Temple. Seen from the outside, the Jingmo Temple is only about 20 meters wide.When they had entered before, Brown and the other pilgrims had seen that it was just an open space, empty except for the supports criss-crossed under the glowing dome.Now, Brown stood at the door, only to find that the space inside was larger than the valley itself.More than a dozen layers of white stone slabs rise up, row after row stretching out into the distance.On each slab lay human bodies, each clothed differently, each connected to the same half-organic, half-parasitic shunt socket that her friends had told Brown she had herself. kind of cable.It's just that these metal but transparent umbilical cords are all throbbing red, and expand and contract regularly, as if blood circulates in and out of the skulls of those sleeping figures. Brown staggered back, partly drawn by the anti-entropy force field, partly frightened by the sight in front of her, but when she stood ten meters away from the temple, the size from the outside appeared to be the same as before. Doesn't pretend to understand how a kilometer-deep interior fits into such a small shell.The Time Tomb was opening, and for all she knew this one might have coexisted at a different time.What she knew was that when she herself woke up in that shunt state, she saw the thorn tree and the invisible pipeline connected to the energy vein of the thorn demon god, but now it was obviously connected to the thorn demon temple. She walked towards the entrance again. The Thorn Demon God was waiting inside, the original shining shell now looked very black, against the surrounding light and white marble. Brown felt the tension go through her body, the urge to turn and run; and she walked in. The entrance disappeared behind her, only visible in the hazy shadow of the balanced light from the walls.The Thorn Demon God didn't move, the pair of red eyes were shining in the shadow of its head. Brown stepped forward, her heels making no sound on the stone.The Jing Demon God is on her right where the stone slabs are arranged layer by layer, and the stone slabs are stacked up to the ceiling that disappears in the bright light.She had no illusions that she could run back to the door before the monster pounced on her. The Thorn Demon God didn't move, there was ozone and some nauseatingly sweet smell in the air, and Braun moved all the way with his back against the wall, looking for a familiar sleeping face among the rows of people, every time he walked to her left One step, the farther away from the entrance and exit, the easier it is for Jing Demon God to cut off her retreat.The monster stood like a black statue in a sea of ​​light. The layers of stone slabs did not extend for several kilometers, and each layer of stone steps almost one meter high interrupted the line of black bodies lying flat.After walking inwards from the entrance for a few minutes, Buao climbed up the third-to-last step of a certain section of these stone steps.He touched the nearest body on the second slate, and found that the skin was warm, and he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. The man's chest was rising and falling, but he was not Martin.Cylenos. Brown continued to search, half hoping to find Paul.Duhey or Saul.Wen Chaobo, or even herself lying among these living dead.In the end, she found a face that was carved on the side of the mountain the last time she saw it.Sad King Billy lay motionless on the stone slab on the fifth floor, his royal robes were scorched and stained.That sad face was distorted with some inner pain like everyone else's.Martin.Cylenus was lying on the lower level three people away from him. Brown crouched beside the poet, and looked back at the black figure of the Thorn Demon God, still standing motionless at the end of the row of bodies.Cylenus, like the others, appeared to be alive, suffering in silence, connected by a shunt socket to a throbbing umbilical cord that led into the white wall behind as if bound to stone. . Panting in horror, Brown reached out to feel the poet's head, feeling where the plastic and bone fused, then followed the umbilical cord, finding no joint or opening where the stone fused, only Felt liquid vibrating under her fingers. Damn it, Braun cursed softly, and in a burst of panic, he looked back, thinking that the Thorn Demon God must have sneaked to a place where he could attack her, but the black figure was still standing there. across the room. Her pockets are empty.With neither weapons nor tools, she found herself having to go back to the Sphinx, find the backpack, dig out what could be cut, come back, and muster up enough courage to walk back in here. Brown knew she would never walk through that temple door again. She knelt down, took a deep breath, raised her hands and arms, and swung down again. The edge of her palm hit the cable that looked soft like transparent plastic but was actually as hard as steel. Made her arms ache from wrist to shoulder. Brown glanced to the right, and the Thorn Demon God was walking towards her, stepping slowly like an old man taking a leisurely walk. Brown yelled, knelt up, and struck down again, the edge of the palm was straight, and the thumb was hooked at a right angle.The long room echoed with that thump. Brown.Lamia grew up in Luses, where the gravity is 1.3 times the standard gravity, and she is considered an athletic person in her family.Since the age of nine, I have dreamed of becoming a detective and worked hard in that direction, and part of this paranoid and completely illogical preparation is learning martial arts.Now she grunted, raised her arm, and slammed down again, imagining that her palm was an axe, and in her mind seeing that this slam would successfully break the cable. The stiff umbilical cord was slightly dimpled and throbbed like a living thing, as if to recoil from another swing of hers. Footsteps behind and below her were now clearly audible.Brown almost laughed out loud.Jing Demon God can move without walking, and he can go directly from there to here without actually walking.Presumably it liked to scare its prey, and Brown wasn't afraid, she was busy. She raised her hand and cut it down again.This kind of strength can easily break the stone, and the edge of her palm hit the umbilical cord again, only feeling that some small bones in her hand were injured.The pain was like a distant cacophony, like a sound slipping under and behind her. (Did it ever occur to you,' she thought, (If you did break that thing, you might kill him?) She swung again; the footsteps stopped at the bottom of the stairs. Brown panted from the exertion, sweat dripping from her brow and face onto the sleeping poet's chest. (I don't even like you,) she turned to Martin.Cylenus thought, and slashed again. It was almost like trying to cut off a metal elephant's leg. Jing Demon God began to climb the stairs. Brown half stood up, putting all his weight into the blow that nearly dislocated her shoulder, snapped a wrist and shattered a small bone in her hand. She cut the umbilical cord. The red liquid, which was not as pale as blood, splashed across Brown's legs and the snow-white stone slab.The severed cable still protruding from the wall twitched, then waved like a irritated tentacle, then sank down and began to recoil like a bleeding snake into a hole which It also disappeared immediately after the umbilical cord was fully retracted.The remaining end of the umbilical cord, still attached to the nerve shunt on Cylenos, shrank in less than five seconds, shriveling like a jellyfish out of water.The red liquid sprayed on the poet's face and shoulders turned blue before Brown's eyes. Martin.Cylenus' eyes twitched and opened like owls. Hey, he said: Did you know that fucking thorn god is standing right behind you? Greystone teleported back to her residence, and immediately went into her FTL room, where two messages were waiting for her. The first one comes from Hyperion.Graystone blinked and listened to her ex-Governor of Hyperion. Young Liam quickly explained in a soft voice the meeting with the Ouster representatives. Graystone sat back in the leather chair. , fists to the cheek, as Liam recounted the Ousters' denial of their invasion.Lien briefly described the settlement of the Ousters at the end of the message. He personally believed that the Ousters were telling the truth. At the same time, he explained that the fate of the Consul was currently uncertain and asked for further instructions. Response like ah?asked the FTL computer. Acknowledging receipt of the message, Graystone said: "Reply with a one-time passcode and stand by." Graystone pressed the key to read the second message. William.Argenta.Admiral Lee appeared in the broken planar image projection. The FTL communication transmitter of his spaceship obviously lacked energy. Graystone could see from the peripheral data column that this image was mixed in the standard fleet data transmission. from.Bajun's technicians will eventually find out that the check totals don't match, but that will be hours or days from now. Lee's face is covered in blood and the background is obscured by smoke.Judging from the slightly fuzzy black and white image, Graystone felt that the young man was teleported from an inspection room on his cruiser.Behind him lay a corpse on a metal workbench. A small group of marines were unable to board one of their so-called spear boats, Lee gasped: the boats were indeed manned and five men aboard!And they do look like Ousters.But see what happens when we dissect it.The scene changed, and Graystone knew that Lee was using a hand-held video camera, posting the results on the cruiser's FTL transmission.Lee was gone now, and she seemed to be looking down on the pale, battered face of a dead Ouster.From the blood coming out of the eyes and ears, Graystone guessed that the man had died from the decompression of the explosion. Lee's hand, recognizable by the admiral's badge on his cuff, holds a laser scalpel.The young commander didn't remove the clothes first, and cut down from the sternum with a knife vertically. The hand holding the laser knife is jerked away, the camera is steady, and the body of the Ouster begins to change.Smoke began to rise in several places on the deceased's chest, as if a laser had set fire to clothing, and then burned through the uniform, and it was immediately apparent that several larger and irregularly shaped holes had been burned in the man's chest.Light from these holes was so intense that the hand-held camera had to be downsensitized, and the skull had burned through in several places.Afterimages were left on both the FTL screen and Graystone's retina. The camera pulls back before the body is completely burned, as if the heat is too strong to bear.Lee's face enters the frame again.Look sir, it's the same with all the dead bodies, we haven't captured anyone alive, and we haven't found the center of the chaos, just more and more warships, and I think The image disappears, and the data bar shows that this image information stopped in the middle of the transmission. Do you respond? Graystone shook his head and unlocked the small room.Back in her study, she looked longingly at the couch, and then sat behind her desk, knowing that if she closed her eyes for a second, she would fall asleep.Sideputa reported using her private comm channel that General Mopurgo had an urgent matter to see the President. The Lutherian came in and started walking up and down excitedly.President, I understand why you authorized the use of the Sudden Death Device, but I must protest. Why?Arthur?she asked, and this was the first time she had called his name in weeks. Because we had no fucking idea what the outcome would be.That's dangerous and immoral! Graystone raised an eyebrow.It is moral to lose billions of lives in a long-term war of attrition, but it is immoral to use this thing to kill millions of people?Is this the Bajun's position, Arthur? That's my position, President. Graystone nodded.I understand and take note, Arthur.But a decision has been made, and it must be carried out.She saw her old friend straighten up just before he opened his mouth to protest, or, more likely, before he tendered his resignation.Graystone said: Will you take a walk with me, Arthur? The general of Ba Jun was very confused.walk?Why? We need fresh air.Without waiting for any further reaction from him, Graystone walked towards her private portal, keyed in the code, and walked in. Mopurgo walked through the translucent portal, stared wide-eyed at the golden grass that grew as high as his knees and stretched to the horizon, and then looked up to see in the deep yellow sky, protruding like lances. Copper yellow cumulus clouds.Behind him, the portal flickered out of sight, leaving only the meter-high control panel in its place, the only artifact visible amidst the endless golden grass and the cloud-filled sky.Where the hell are we?he asked. Graystone pulled out a long-stemmed grass and was chewing it.There are no dataspheres, no orbital installations, and no humans or machines inhabiting this place, Casetop︱Roxor. Mopurgo snorted.Probably also the same as before Byron.Lamia often takes us to the same place, we can't escape the intelligence core's surveillance, Mena. Perhaps, said Graystone, Arthur, listen up.She activated the two FTL transmissions she had just heard herself recorded on the comm recorder. When the show was over and Lee's face suddenly disappeared, Mopurgo walked away in the long grass. How about it?Graystone hurried up and asked. The bodies of the Ousters self-destructed like the corpses of the modders, he said: so what?Do you think the Senate or the Council of Everything is willing to admit that this is evidence that the Intellectual Core is behind the invasion? Graystone sighed.The long grass looked soft and attractive, and she wanted to lie there and fall asleep, never to wake up again.That was enough evidence for us, and for our part, Graystone needed no further explanation.Since her early years in the Senate, they have been talking to each other about their doubts about the intelligence core, and the hope that one day they can get rid of the control of AI in the future.Senator Lamia led them but that was a long time ago. Mopurgo watched the wind whip the long golden grass, and near the horizon a strange ball of lightning rolled in a brassy cloud.So what?Knowing is of no use unless we know where to strike. We have three hours. Mopurgo looked at the communication recorder, two hours and forty-two minutes, such a short time is not enough to produce miracles, Mena.Mena.Graystone didn't smile.There is rarely enough time for other things. She pressed the control panel, and the portal hummed. what can we doasked Mopurgo.Now the intelligence core's AI is briefing our technicians on the sudden death bomb device, and the torch ship will be ready within an hour. Let's detonate it where it won't hurt anyone.Graystone said. The general who was walking back and forth stopped, his eyes widened.What the hell is that place?That bastard Nan Shen said that the device has a lethal range of at least three light years, and how can we trust him?We detonate a device whether it's in Hyperion or somewhere else and it probably kills humans everywhere. I have an idea, but I'm going to think about it in my sleep.Graystone said. Think about it while you sleep?General Mopurgo growled. I'm going to take a nap, Arthur," said Graystone: "I suggest you take a nap too."She walked through the portal.Mo Pu too cursed a word, pulled up his cloak, raised his head and chest, looked forward, and walked through the portal like a soldier going to the execution ground to be executed. On the topmost terrace of the mountain that had moved ten light-minutes of space from Hyperion, the Consul and seventeen Ousters sat on a circle of low stones surrounded by a circle of tall stones.They were about to decide whether the Consul lived or died. Your wife and children died in Brescia, says Ginga the Free: in the war between that world and the Mosmans. Yes, the Consul said: Ba Lian believes that the entire disorderly army has something to do with the attack, and I did not refute their view. But your wife and children were killed. The Consul's eyes were on the summit, which had begun to turn to the light beyond the stone circle.So what?I don't ask for mercy from you, nor do I ask for a reduced sentence as appropriate. I killed your freeman Aundair and the three technicians. It was a premeditated and murderous murder. The purpose of killing them was only to activate your device. Turn on the time tomb.That has nothing to do with my wife and children! When a consul was introduced, he heard that the title was the spokesperson He Kai.Anleon, the Ouster with the beard stepped forward into the small stone circle, and the contraption was of no use at all, not at all. The Consul turned around, opened his mouth, but closed it without saying anything. is a trial.Freeman Jinga said. The Consul's voice was barely audible, but the time tombs were all on. We knew they would be on, Caldwell.Ming Meng said: We have long known the decay rate of the anti-entropy force field.That device was just an experiment. An experiment, the Consul repeated.I killed four people for no reason.an experiment. Your wife and son died at the hands of the Ousters, the free man Jinga said: and the Alliance has ravaged your world Maui︱Covenant.Within a certain range, your behavior is predictable.Graystone takes advantage of you, and so do we.But we must know where those ranges go. The Consul stood up and took three steps, always turning his back to the others, in vain. What?Freeman Jinja asked.The tall woman's bald head shone in the starlight, reflecting the sunlight of a comet farm passing overhead. The Consul smiled slightly.Everything was in vain, even my betrayal was meaningless, nothing was true, it was in vain. Spokesman Caldwell.Ming Meng stood up and straightened his robe.This court has passed its judgment.He said.The other sixteen Ousters nodded. The Consul turned around, a look of something resembling eagerness on his tired face.Execute it then, please get this sorted out sooner. Spokesperson Liberty Kinga stood up and faced the consul.We sentence you to live and to make up for the damage you have caused. The consul staggered back as if he had been slapped, no, you can't, you must You must enter the era of impending chaos, spokesman He Kai.Anleon said: You must help us find a way to unite the scattered human families. Consul throws up his hands as if to ward off an attack, I can't not wish I'm guilty Ginga the Freeman took three strides, grabbed the consul by the breast of his formal coat, and shook him roughly, you are indeed guilty, and that is why you must help ameliorate the impending chaos.You helped release the Thorn Demon God, now you must go back and imprison him again.Then the long fusion must begin. The other side let go of the consul, but his shoulders were still shaking.Just then the mountain swirled into the sunlight, and the Consul's eyes glistened with tears.No, he said softly. Jinga the Freeman smoothed his rumpled coat and rested her long fingers on the diplomat's shoulders.We also have our own prophets.Those templars will come with us to rebuild the galaxy.Slowly, those who live in the lie known as the Hegemony will climb out of the ruins of the world where they rely on the intelligence core, and together with us, we will truly explore this universe and the greater reality in each of us. field of. The consul didn't seem to hear.He turned away suddenly.The intelligence core will destroy you, he didn't tell them.It's like destroying the Alliance. Have you forgotten that your home world was founded upon a great life vow?Caldwell.Ming Meng said. The consul turned to the deportees. Such vows govern our lives and actions.Mingmeng said: not only to preserve some races from the meta-earth, but also to seek common ground in differences.Sow the human seed on all worlds, in all different environments, while also respecting the different lives found elsewhere. Freeman Jinga's face was very bright in the sunlight.The harmony provided by the Intellect is an unconscious subordination.She said softly: safety in stagnation.Where have all the revolutions and progress in human thought, culture, and behavior been since the Holy Relocation? Only a pale replica of Meta-Earth.Caldwell.Mingmeng responded: Our new generation of human expansion will not copy anything. We are not afraid of hardships and welcome differences. We will not let the universe adapt to us and everything. Spokesperson He Kai.Anleon compared himself to the stars. If human beings can survive this experiment, our future life will not only be in those sunny worlds, but also in the dark distances in between. The Consul sighed.I have some friends in Hyperion and he said: Can I go back and help them? Can.Freeman Jinga said. Want to face Jing Demon God?said the consul. you will meet.Caldwell.Ming Meng said. Do you have to live to see this chaotic era?said the consul. You must.He Kai.An Leon said. The Consul sighed again, and stepped aside with the others when a huge butterfly with solar-cell wings and shiny skin impervious to vacuum and worse radiation descended from above into Stonehenge, opening its abdomen, Let the consul in. In the hospital of Tianlun Five Center Government Building, Paul.In the light sleep under the influence of drugs, Father Du Hei dreamed of flames and the death of several worlds. Apart from a brief visit from President Greystone and an even briefer meeting with Bishop Edvard, Dohey lay alone all day, sleeping and waking in a misty mist.The doctors here requested at least another twelve hours before their patient could move, and the Cardinals on the Peace Planet agreed, hoping that the patient would recover and be ready to move in twenty-four hours. Ceremony, let the Jesuit Paul of the Villefunk.Duhet became Pope Teilhard I, the 487th bishop of Rome, directly succeeding the late Peter. This Jesuit priest is recovering. Under the guidance of millions of RNAs, the texture re-grows, and the nerves are also gradually recovering. Thanks to the miracle of modern medicine, but it is not so miraculous, Dohey thought, otherwise it would not make me itch He was laying in bed thinking of Hyperion and the Thorn and his long dreams, and the state of chaos in God's universe.Finally Dohey fell asleep and dreamed that the Valley of the Gods was on fire and the Templar World Tree Truthsayer pushed him out of the portal and dreamed of his mother and a woman named Shanfa who is now dead Yes, but it used to be a place that produced plastic fibers east of Port Romance, on the outskirts of the Farrier system in the Lady of Perrysberg settlement. In these mostly sad dreams, Doohe suddenly noticed something else: not another dream, but another dreamer. Du Hei was walking with someone, the air was cool and the sky was breathtakingly blue.They had just turned around by a path, and now they saw in front of them a lake with beautiful trees on the shore, and a mountain behind, with a band of low clouds adding drama and weight to the scene.There is also a small island that seems to be floating on the smooth water in the distance. Wendemei Lake.Du Hei's companion said. The Jesuit turned slowly, his heart pounding with anxiety and anticipation.But whatever he was expecting, the image of his companion was unremarkable. A short young man walked beside Du Hei.He wore an old-fashioned coat with leather buttons, a wide belt, sturdy shoes, an old leather hat, a worn knapsack, and a pair of oddly cut, worn Lots of padded pants.一條很大的格子花呢披肩披在一邊肩膀上，右手還拿了根很硬實的手杖。杜黑停下腳步，另外那個男人也停了下來，好像很高興能有個休息的機會。 福內斯高原和昆布連山脈，年輕人用枴杖指著湖那邊再過去一點的地方說。 杜黑看到一縷赤褐色的頭髮由那頂奇怪的帽子底下露了出來。注意到那對榛子色的大眼睛，和他相當矮小的身材，知道即使是在想著（我不是在做夢！）的時候，也是在做夢。 你是杜黑開口問道，只覺得心裡湧起一陣害怕，而心狂跳起來。 約翰，他的同伴說，聲音的平靜與理性讓杜黑消除了懼意。我相信我們今晚可以住在波尼斯。布朗告訴過我說那裡有一個很棒的小旅舍，就在湖邊。 Du Hei nodded.他完全不知道那個年輕人在說些什麼。 那矮小的年輕人欠身向前，很溫柔但也很執拗地抓住了杜黑的手臂。有一個人在追我，約翰說：不管怎麼樣，我們最重要的是要找到路。 杜黑呆呆地點了點頭，一陣風吹起了湖水漣漪，也帶來了遠處山邊新鮮的草木香氣。 這一個會生在很遠的地方，約翰說：比我們這個種族幾百年來所知道的都要遠得多。你的工作現在會和我的一樣要預作準備。你有生之年不會看到那個人的教誨，但你的後人會。 嗯，保羅．杜黑說道，他發現自己嘴裡乾得連口水也沒有。 年輕人脫下帽子，塞在他皮帶下，彎下身去撿起一塊圓圓的石頭。他把石頭遠遠地丟進湖裡，漣漪緩緩地擴張開來。該死，約翰說：我本來打算打個水漂的。他看著杜黑。你必須離開醫院，馬上回到平安星去。do you understand? 杜黑眨了下眼睛，這句話似乎不屬於這個夢境。Why? 不用管為什麼，約翰說：做就是了。什麼也不要等，要是你不立刻離開的話，以後就沒有機會了。 杜黑有些迷惑地轉過身去，好像他能走回醫院的病床。他回頭看了看站在滿是石頭的湖岸邊的那個矮瘦年輕人。how about you? 約翰撿起了第二塊石頭，扔了出去，看到石頭只跳了一下就消失在其平如鏡的水面下後搖了搖頭。我現在在這裡很快樂，他說，聽來像是自言自語而不像對著杜黑說。走這一趟時我當時真的是很快樂。他似乎讓自己由空想中醒來。走吧，動身吧，教宗大人。 杜黑既感震驚，又覺有趣，還有點惱火，張開嘴來準備反駁，卻發現自己躺在政府大廈中的醫院病床上。醫護人員把燈光調暗了，讓他好睡覺，感應用的貼片貼在他皮膚上。 杜黑躺了一下，忍著三級灼傷癒合時的發癢和不適，一面想著那個夢境，想著那只是一個夢，他可以先回去睡幾小時，等艾督華特蒙席王教和其他人來接他，護送他回去。杜黑閉上眼睛，回想起那張很有男子氣概卻又很溫柔的臉，那對榛子色的眼睛，那古色古香的方言口音。 耶穌會的保羅．杜黑神父坐起身，掙扎著下了床，發現他的衣服不見了，身上只有醫院的紙睡褲，就用條毯子裹住身子，在醫護人員因為感應器的變化而有所反應之前，光著腳走了出去。 在走廊盡頭有一扇醫護人員專用的傳送門。如果那不能送他回家的話，他就再找另外一扇。 inside.杭特抱著濟慈的屍體走出那棟房子的陰影，進入照著西班牙廣場的陽光中，以為會發現荊魔神正在等著他。沒想到見到的卻是一匹馬。杭特並不是會認出馬的專家，因為在他的時代裡，這個物種已經絕種了，可是看來這就是先前把他們帶到羅馬來的同一匹馬，尤其是那匹馬還拖著同一輛小車濟慈說是馬車的也就是他們先前乘坐過的。 杭特把濟慈的遺體放在馬車的座位上，把那幾條床單包好，然後一隻手仍然按著壽衣，在馬車開始緩緩前進時，跟在旁邊走著。在濟慈臨終前的一個小時裡，曾要求將他葬在靠近奧雷連城牆37和行政官金字塔的新教徒墓園。杭特依稀記得在他們來到這裡的那段怪異旅程中，曾經經過奧雷連城牆，可是就算這事攸關他的性命或濟慈的安葬他也不可能再找得到那裡。反正，那匹馬好像知道路。 37奧雷連城牆（Aurelian'S Wall）：建於公元三世紀後期，始於奧雷連皇帝，由繼任的普魯巴斯完成。六世紀時有狄奧多里克大帝，中世紀也有多位教宗維修重建，城牆高六十呎，長十二哩，約合十九公里，共有十八座城門。 杭特跟在那輛緩緩行進的馬車旁邊走著，感受到空氣中美麗春日清晨的感覺，以及揮之不去的腐爛蔬果的味道。難道濟慈的遺體已經開始腐化了嗎？杭特對死亡的細節幾無了解：他也不想多知道什麼。他拍了下馬的臀部想讓牠走快一點，但那隻動物卻停了下來，很不高興地瞪了杭特一眼，然後依舊用同樣的步伐繼續往前走。 其實只是眼角的餘光中看到亮光一閃，而不是有什麼聲音引起了杭特的注意，可是等他很快地轉過身來時，荊魔神已經出現在那裡大約在他們後方十到十五公尺的地方，跟著那匹馬的步伐，一本正經卻看來很滑稽地走著。每一步都把有刺和刺鐵絲纏繞的膝蓋擡得高高的，陽光映照在外殼、金屬牙齒和刀刃上。 杭特的第一個衝動是丟下馬車就跑，可是責任感和更深一層的失落感止住了這個衝動。除了回到西班牙廣場之外，他還能跑到哪裡去呢？而荊魔神又攔住了他唯一的退路。 杭特把那個怪物當作是這個瘋狂隊伍中的一個弔喪者，轉回身來背對著那個怪物，繼續跟在馬車旁邊走著，一手隔著屍衣緊按在他朋友的腳踝上。 一路上，杭特隨時在找尋傳送門的痕跡，想找到十九世紀之外的某些科技的蹤跡，或是另外一個活人。但什麼也沒有，他在公元一八二一年那個有春天氣候的二月天裡，走過空蕩無人的羅馬城的這個幻象十分完美。那匹馬爬上離西班牙廣場約一百公尺的一座小山，在寬大的大路和狹窄的小巷裡轉了幾個彎，經過了一處弧形而坍塌的廢墟，杭特認出那是古羅馬大圓形競技場。 馬和馬車停了下來，杭特從他邊走邊打著的盹中醒了過來，四下張望。他們在一堆堆長滿雜草的石頭外面，杭特猜想那就是奧雷連城牆，而且附近還真的看得到一座矮矮的金字塔，可是新教徒墓園如果這裡真的是那個地方的話看來卻不像墓園而像片牧地。羊群在絲柏的樹蔭下吃草，頸子上掛著的鈴鐺在悶熱的空氣中響得很詭異，到處的草都長到及膝，甚至更高。杭特眨了下眼睛，這才看見有幾塊墓碑散立著，半被長草遮沒，在近處，就在吃著草的那匹馬的頸後，有一座新挖的墳。 荊魔神始終站在十公尺遠的後方，那些在風中颯颯作響的絲柏枝椏之間，但杭特看到那對紅色的眼睛閃亮地盯著那個墓穴。 杭特繞過那匹現在正滿足地吃著青草的馬，走向墳地。那裡沒有棺材，挖的洞大約有四呎深，堆在一邊的泥土有新翻的腐植土和冰涼泥土的氣味。一把長柄的鏟子插在土堆裡，好像挖墳的人剛剛離開。一塊石碑直立在墳前，但上面還沒有刻字一塊空白的墓碑，杭特看到石碑上有金屬的閃光，就趕了過去，看到從他被綁架到元地球來之後第一次見到的現代工具：一支小型的雷射筆放在那裡是建築工人或藝術家會用來在最硬的合金上刻花的那種。 杭特轉過身來，手裡拿著雷射筆，覺得自己有了武裝，雖然用那樣細的雷射光就想攔住荊魔神似乎太荒謬了。他把雷射筆放進襯衫口袋裡，開始埋葬約翰．Keats. 幾分鐘之後，杭特站在那個土堆旁邊，手裡拿著鏟子，低頭望著墓穴中那用床單包著的小小身影，想要想出些話來說。杭特參加過很多次國葬儀式，甚至還為葛萊史東寫過幾次追悼詞，以前寫東西從來不是問題。可是現在他什麼也想不出來。在場的唯一觀眾只有不出一聲的荊魔神，仍然站在後面的絲柏樹蔭裡，而羊群在鈴鐺的響聲中緊張不安地躲開那個怪物，像一群遲到的弔客般朝墳前慢慢走來。 杭特想到現在適合唸一些原先那個約翰．濟慈所寫的詩句，可是杭特是個政治界的人不是個會讀或記得古詩的人。他這才想起前一天記下他朋友口授的一些詩句，可是那本筆記簿還放在西班牙廣場那棟房子裡的寫字檯上。那寫的是成為像神一樣的或是成為一個神，知道太多的事情紛沓而來或是這一類的胡言亂語。杭特的記憶力超強，可是他連一句那些囈語也想不起來。 最後，里．杭特決定默禱一陣，他低下頭，除了偶爾偷眼望望仍在遠處的荊魔神之外，閉上了眼睛，然後把泥土鏟進墓穴裡。花的時間比他想像中長得多。等他終於把泥土填完之後，表面上只微微隆起，好像那具遺體太無足輕重，因此無法形成一個像樣的土堆。羊群挨著杭特的腿走過，去吃長在墳墓四周的草、雛菊和紫羅蘭。 杭特也許想不起那個人的詩句，但他毫無困難地回想起濟慈所要的墓誌銘。杭特打開了雷射筆，先在草地上試了一下，燒出一條長三公尺的溝，然後趕快把他所引起的小火踩熄。杭特在最初聽到那則墓誌銘內容在濟慈又喘又哮地說話中清楚聽出那份孤寂和清冷的時候，覺得很困擾。但是他沒有立場和那個人爭辯。現在他只要把那句話刻好，離開這個地方，在尋找回家的路上避開荊魔神。 雷射很輕易地劃進石頭裡，杭特必須先在石碑背面練習過，以確定刻字的深淺度和控制的方式。但是在十五到二十分鐘之後，杭特所完成的結果看來還是粗糙而毫不專業。 首先是濟慈要求過的一個粗略圖形他用顫抖的手在大紙上給這位助理畫了幾個草圖是一具古希臘的豎琴，八條弦裡斷了四條。杭特對自己做出的結果很不滿意和讀詩比起來，他更沒資格當畫家不過那些知道希臘豎琴是什麼鬼東西的人大概還認得出來。然後是那句墓誌銘，完全照濟慈口授的方式寫了下來： ╬ 此地長眠一人 其姓名寫於水中 其他再沒有別的了；沒有生卒年月日，甚至於沒有那個詩人的名字。杭特退開一步，看著他的工作成果，搖了搖頭，將雷射筆關掉，但仍然拿在手裡，然後往城裡走回去，一路遠遠地繞了個大圈子，以避開在絲柏之間的怪物。 在穿過奧雷連城牆的路口，杭特停下來回頭看了一眼，那匹仍然拖著車的馬已經順著長長山坡，去吃靠近一條小溪邊上更甜美的青草，羊群到處亂走，吃著野花，在濕濕的墳堆上留下腳印。荊魔神仍然站在原來的地方，在垂下的絲柏枝椏間幾乎看不清楚。杭特幾乎可以確定那個怪物仍然面對著那座墳墓。 杭特一直到那天下午很晚的時候才找到傳送門，一個模糊的深藍色長方形，在那座坍塌的大圓形競技場正中央發出嗡嗡的聲音。旁邊沒有控制面板和按鍵鍵盤，那扇傳送門就那樣懸在那裡，像一扇不透明卻開著的門。 但並沒為杭特開啟。 他試了五十次，但是那扇門硬實得有如石板。他用指尖試碰了一下，信心十足地走進去，卻被撞了回來。他側身去撞那藍色的長方形，用石頭丟向入口，又看著石頭彈回來，把那玩意的兩面，甚至側面都試過了，最後一再跳起來往那沒用的東西上撞，弄得他的兩邊肩膀和兩條手臂上滿是瘀青。 那是一扇傳送門，他很確定，但就是不讓他過去。 杭特找遍了大圓形競技場裡其他的地方，甚至進到滴著水和蝙蝠糞的地道，但再沒有另外一扇傳送門。他搜索過附近的幾條街道和街上的每一棟房子，還是沒有別的傳送門。他找了一整個下午，找過大大小小的教堂、住家和小茅屋，大型的公寓樓房和狹窄的巷弄。他甚至回到西班牙廣場，在一樓吃了頓匆忙的晚餐，把那本筆記簿和在樓上兩個房間裡找到他覺得該帶的東西放進口袋裡，然後永遠地離開了那裡，去找傳送門。 在大圓形競技場裡的傳送門是他唯一能找到的一扇。到了日落時分，他已經抓門抓得十指鮮血淋漓。那扇門看起來是對的，嗡嗡聲也很對，感覺也很對，但就是不讓他過去。 一個月亮，根據表面上清晰可見的沙塵暴和流雲來判斷，應該不是元地球的月亮，升了起來，現在高高地懸掛在大圓形競技場黑色的弧形高牆上方。杭特坐在滿是岩石的場中，瞪著傳送門發出的藍光。在他身後，傳來一隻鴿子狂亂撲著翅膀，以及一顆小石頭滾落在石板上的聲音。 杭特痛苦不堪地站了起來，摸索著把雷射筆由口袋裡掏了出來，兩腿分開，站穩了身子，一面等著，一面努力地望進大圓形競技場裡眾多的縫隙和拱門的陰影中，但一點動靜也沒有。 身後突來的響聲使他車轉身來，差點把那道細細的雷射光劃過那扇傳送門的表面。在那裡出現了一條手臂，然後是一條腿。有個人走了出來，然後又有一個人。 大圓形競技場裡迴蕩著里．杭特的叫聲。 Mena.葛萊史東知道就算她累到那個地步，睡個三十分鐘也是件蠢事，可是她從小就訓練過自己小睡五到十五分鐘，在這段不用思想的短短時間裡，擺脫睏倦和疲勞。 現在，因為過去四十八小時的混亂所帶來的精疲力竭與暈眩感覺，讓她很不舒服，就在書房的長沙發上躺了幾分鐘，放空了她腦子裡那些瑣碎小事和多餘的問題，讓她的潛意識在雜亂的思想和事情裡找出一條路來。在那幾分鐘裡，她打了個盹，而在打盹的時候做了夢。 Mena.葛萊史東猛地坐了起來，抖開身上那條薄薄的毛毯，連眼睛都還沒張開，就先按了她的通訊記錄器。西黛蒲塔！三分鐘之內把莫普戈將軍和辛赫上將叫到我辦公室來。 葛萊史東走到旁邊相連的浴室中，沖了個澡，用超音波淨了身，拿出乾淨的衣服她那套用柔軟黑絲絨做成最正式的套裝，繫上參議員的紅色領巾，用一個有霸聯地圖的金別針扣住，戴上一副還是大錯誤之前元地球上的耳環，還有拜倫．拉蜜亞參議員在他結婚之前送給她的黃玉手鐲型傳訊及通訊記錄器再回到書房裡，及時迎接那兩位霸軍將領。 總裁，這個時間很不湊巧。辛赫上將開口說道：由無涯海洋星傳來的最後資料正在分析中，而我們又在討論調動艦隊防守艾斯葵司的問題。 葛萊史東召來她私用的傳送門，比著手勢要那兩個人跟著她走。 辛赫在走進陰沉的黃銅色天空下的金草叢中時，四下張望了一下。凱斯拓普︱羅克索。他說：以前就有傳言說，先前的行政當局讓霸聯宇宙軍在這裡建造一扇私人的傳送門。 葉夫森斯基總裁把這裡加入萬星網，葛萊史東說。她揮了下手，傳送門消失了。他認為總裁需要有一個智核監聽系統不大可能裝設的地方。 莫普戈不安地看向靠近地平線一道有球形閃電的雲牆。沒有地方完全不受智核監視，他說：我已經把我們懷疑的事向辛赫上將提過了。 不是懷疑，葛萊史東說：是事實。而且我知道智核在哪裡。 兩位霸軍將領的反應就像是那球形閃電擊中了他們。Where?他們幾乎異口同聲地說道。葛萊史東來回地踱著，她灰色的短髮在閃電的空氣中似乎閃閃發亮。在傳送門網絡裡面。她說：在傳送門之間。那些ＡＩ住在基點的虛擬世界上，就像蜘蛛在黑暗的網上一樣，而我們替他們織網。 兩個人裡莫普戈首先回過神來說話。我的天啊，他說：我們現在怎麼辦呢？我們現在離裝著智核那種裝置的火炬船傳送到海柏利昂去的時間已經不到三個小時了。 葛萊史東告訴他們應該做些什麼。 不可能的，辛赫說。他無意識地扯著臉上的短髭。Totally impossible. 不對，莫普戈說：可以做得到。我們還有足夠的時間，因為在過去兩天裡，艦隊的調動很亂而隨性 海軍上將搖了搖頭。邏輯上也許有可能。但在理智上和倫理道德上說來就不一樣了。不行，這不可能。 Mena.葛萊史東走近了一步。庫許旺特，她說，這是從她還是個年輕的參議員，而他還是個更年輕的霸聯宇宙軍上校以來，第一次直呼這位海軍上將的小名。你難道忘記了當時泣蜜亞參議員讓我們和持重派接觸的事嗎？那個名叫烏蒙的ＡＩ？他所預言的兩種未來一種是維持混亂狀態，另一種是人類的滅絕？ 辛赫轉開了身，我的責任是對霸軍和霸聯。 你的責任和我的一樣，葛萊史東斷然地說：是對全人類。 辛赫舉起兩個拳頭，好像要和一個看不見卻很有力的對手戰鬥。我們並不確定知道這件事！妳的消息是從哪裡來的？ 席維倫，葛萊史東說：那個模控人。 模控人？將軍嗤之以鼻地說：妳說的是那個畫家吧？或者至少他用的是那樣一個可憐的身分。 是模控人。總裁又說了一遍，她把所有的情形解釋清楚。 席維倫是個再生的人格？莫普戈看來很懷疑。妳現在找到他了？ 是他找到了我。在夢裡，他不知怎麼從他所在的地方和我連絡上了。這正是他的工作，亞瑟，庫許旺特。所以烏蒙才會送他到萬星網來。 在夢裡，辛赫上將嗤笑道：這個模控人告訴妳說智核藏在傳送門網絡裡是在夢裡告訴妳的。 是的，葛萊史東說：而我們能用來行動的時間不多了。 可是，莫普戈說：要做妳所建議的那些事 會送掉幾百萬人的性命，辛赫接著把話說完，很可能是幾十億人。經濟會整個崩潰。像天崙五、文藝復興星、新地球、天津三和天津四、新麥加盧瑟斯，亞瑟等等的幾十個世界，都要仰賴其他世界供應糧食。都市星球沒法獨力生存的。 不能維持都市星球的型態，葛萊史東說：而是必須學習耕作，等星際貿易恢復。 Pooh!辛赫唯哮道：在大災禍之後，在政府垮臺之後，在幾百萬人因為缺乏適當的配備、醫藥和數據圈的支援而死了之後。 這些我全都想到了，葛萊史東說，莫普戈從來沒聽過她語氣那樣堅定。我會成為歷史上最大的集體屠殺的兇手！比希特勒或胡子38或霍瑞斯．葛藍儂︱海特都壞得多。唯一更糟的是我們繼續做我們現在所做的事。這樣的話，我還有你們兩位會成為全人類最大的叛徒。 38胡子（Tze Hu）：疑是作者自創的人物。 我們並不知道這點，庫許旺特．辛赫咕噥道，好像這句話是肚子上挨了一拳打出來的。 我們很清楚知道這點，葛萊史東說：萬星網對智核來說已經沒有用處了。從今以後，躁動派和無上派會留住幾百萬困在九個迷宮界地底下的奴隸，而用人類的神經突觸來應付其餘在計算方面的需要。 胡說，辛赫說：這些人會死的。 Mena.葛萊史東嘆了口氣，搖了搖頭。智核製造了一種寄生物，是一種有機體，叫作十字形。她說：能讓死人復活。經過幾次之後，那些人會變得遲鈍、懶散，沒有未來，但是他們神經仍然能為智核所用。 辛赫又把身子轉過去背對他們，他那矮小的身影襯在那面由閃電組成的雲牆前，黃銅色的雲狂亂翻滾，暴風雨即將來臨。這些都是妳夢到的嗎，梅娜？ Yes. 妳還夢到些什麼？上將喝問道。 智核已經不再需要萬星網，葛萊史東說：不再需要人類的萬星網，他們還會住在那裡，像牆裡的老鼠，可是已經不需要原先的居民了。ＡＩ的無上智慧會接下主要的計算責任。 辛赫轉身望著她。妳瘋了，梅娜，瘋得厲害。 葛萊史東在那位海軍上將能啟動傳送門之前，很快走過去抓住他的手臂。庫許旺特，請你聽我 辛赫由衣服裡抽出一把儀式上使用裝有小箭彈的手槍，抵住那女人的胸口。對不起，總裁，可是我效忠於霸聯和 葛萊史東退後一步，用手摀著嘴，庫許旺特．辛赫上將話聲中斷，視而不見地瞪大了眼睛，隨即倒在草上，那支箭彈槍滾落進草叢裡。 莫普戈走上前去將槍撿起，插進皮帶裡，然後把手上的驟死棒收了起來。 你殺了他，總裁說：我本來打算如果他不肯合作的話，就把他留在這裡。把他放逐在凱斯拓普︱羅克索。 我們不能冒這種險，將軍說著，把那具屍體拖得離傳送門遠些。一切都要看接下來的一兩個鐘頭了。 葛萊史東看著她的老朋友。你願意一路幹到底嗎？ 我們非做不可，莫普戈說：這是我們擺脫壓迫枷鎖的最後機會。我馬上會下令部署，親自把封妥的命令送出去，這會讓大部分的艦隊 我的天啊，梅娜．葛萊史東低聲地說著，低頭看著辛赫上將的遺體。我只靠著一個夢的力量來做所有這些事。 有時候，莫普戈將軍握住她的手說：做夢正是我們和機器不一樣的地方。