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Five and a half months later, Brown was seven months pregnant.Lamia took the morning flight from the capital to the City of Poets to attend the consul's farewell reception. The capital of Jacktown, as the locals, visiting Tyrant crews, and Ousters now called it, looked white and clean in the morning light.The spaceship took off from the mooring tower in the city center and headed northwest toward the upper reaches of the Huli River. Most of Hyperion's largest city, devastated by war, has now been rebuilt, and most of the three million refugees from plastic fiber colonies and smaller cities in the southern continent have ignored Fiber is very interested and chooses to stay.So the city grew like an elephant42, with basic infrastructure like electricity, sewers, and an electromagnetic cable car that reached the top of the hill squeezed between the spaceport and the old town.

42 The original text is grown like Topsy. Topsy suspected that an elephant was raised in the Moonlight Paradise in Coney Island, USA. The buildings were white in the morning light, and there was hope in the spring air, and Brown could see the new roads criss-crossing below and the heavy traffic on the river as good omens of a brighter future. After the Ten Thousand Stars Network was destroyed, the war in Hyperion did not last long.The fact that the Ousters took over the spaceport and the capital, was reported by the consul and ex-governor Theo.In the peace treaty initiated by Lian En, it was transformed into the cession of Wanxing.com and the co-governance with the new autonomous committee.But in the nearly six months since Wanxing.com fell, the only people who came to and from the spaceport were the landing craft from the remnants of the Tyrant Fleet still in the galaxy, and the interstellar sightseeing groups of the Destroyer settlements that often visited.It's no surprise now to see tall Ousters shopping in Jack's Town Square, or some of the more grotesque types drinking in Cicero's shop.

Brown had been living at Cicero's shop for the past few months, and StanBrown lived in one of the large rooms on the fourth floor of the original hotel wing, which Ruewitzky rebuilt from the damaged portion of the legendary building.God, I don't want a woman with a big belly to help!Stan would yell like that every time Brown said he was going to do something, but she always ended up doing all sorts of things, muttering to Ruvitski.Although Braun was pregnant, she was a Lutherian after all. She had only been in Hyperion for a few months, and her muscles hadn't completely atrophied.

That morning, Stan drove her to the mooring tower and helped her with her luggage and the package she was going to give to the consul.Then the proprietor of the inn handed her a small package which he had brought himself.Going to that country where birds don't lay eggs, it's so boring all the way, he said unhappy: You have to see something, don't you? That gift was an 1817 edition of Keats's Psalms.Leather-bound by Ruewitzki himself. Brown hugged the giant so tightly that his ribs crackled, much to his embarrassment and to the delight of the onlookers.That's enough, damn it, he rubbed and grunted, tell the Consul that I want to see my worthless sack come back here before I pass on my worthless lodge to my son .Tell him that, will you?

Brown nodded, and waved goodbye to those who came to see them off with the other passengers.And then she was still waving at the observation deck as the ship untethered, dropped its ballast, and rolled out slowly over the rooftops. Now that the spaceship was away from the city and flying along the river, Braun saw for the first time the mountaintops to the south clearly, and the sad king Billy's face was still looking down on the city sadly.There was a new ten-meter-long scar on Billy's face, which was scratched by a laser beam during the war, and it was slowly fading with the wind and sand.

But what really caught Brown's attention was a larger statue taking shape on the northwest face of the mountain.Even with the modern cutting machines borrowed from Ba Jun, the work was slow, and the big hooked nose, bushy eyebrows, wide mouth, and sad but wise eyes were just beginning to be recognizable.Many Hegemony refugees who were left behind in Hyperion were opposed to sending Mena.Graystone's portrait is carved on the hill, but ResmetColbert III, the grandson of the sculptor who carved the face of Sad King Billy there and who happened to own the mountain, said very gently, fuck you, and went on.In another year, maybe two years, it will be done.

Brown sighed, rubbing her swollen belly. She had always hated the affectionate gesture of a pregnant woman, but now she found it inevitable and walked awkwardly to a chair on the observation deck and sat down. (What would she look like at full term at seven months?) Brown looked up at the arc of the gigantic gas-filled balloon above her head and cringed. Because of the favorable wind, the voyage of the spaceship only took 20 hours. For a while, Braun dozed off, but most of the time he watched the familiar scenery spread out below. They passed the Karla gate around noon, and Brown smiled and patted the package she had brought to the consul.Towards dusk, as they approached the port of the Nyid River, Brown looked down at three thousand feet to see an old floating yacht being towed upstream by redfish, leaving arrow-shaped ripples.She wondered if that could be the Benaris.

Flying over Edge, serve dinner in the upper lounge, then start crossing the Sea of ​​Grass, the setting sun lighting up the prairie with colorful lights, and millions of grasses forming waves in the breeze blowing the ship.Brown took the coffee to her favorite chair on the observation deck, opened the window wide, and watched the sea of ​​grass spread out before her like smooth velvet on a pool table.The sky gradually dimmed.Just before the lights on the deck were about to go on, she saw a windmill driving by from north to south, with lanterns dangling from head to tail.Brown leaned forward and could distinctly hear the crash of the huge wheels and the snap of the jib as the sailboat heaved and heaved for the wind.

The bed in the cabin was already made when Brown went up to change into her dressing gown, but after reading a few poems she found herself back on the Observation Deck until dawn, in her favorite chair Dozing off, smelling the smell of green grass coming from below. They stopped at a pilgrim rest station for fresh food and water.The air was reinflated and the crew changed, but Brown didn't disembark and walk around.She saw the lights around the cable car station, and when they finally started sailing on, the ship seemed to follow the chain of cable car towers into the Bridle Mountains.

It was still dark when they crossed the mountains, and a steward came and closed the long window, because the cabin was going to be pressurized, but every now and then Brown could see the icefields shining in the starlight through the gaps in the clouds below. . At daybreak, they flew over the Castle of Time, and even in the rosy light, the stones of the castle still had no warmth.Then the desert appeared, and the city of poets glowed white on the port side.The spacecraft landed on the southernmost mooring tower of the newly built spaceport there. It hadn't occurred to Brown that anyone would come to fetch her, and everyone who knew her thought she'd be meeting Theo that afternoon.Liam came with him in his floater.But Brown thought the spaceship was better for her to think about alone, and she was right in that.

But before the cable was taut and the ladder was lowered, Brown saw the consul's familiar face in the small group, and standing next to him was Martin.Cylenus, frowning and squinting in the unfamiliar morning light. Damn Stan.grumbled Brown, remembering that the microwave link was now in place, and the new comm satellites were in orbit. The consul greeted him with a hug.Martin.Cylennus yawned, shook hands with her and said: Can't you find a more convenient time to come? There is a party tonight.The problem wasn't just that the Consul had to leave the next morning, and most of the Tyrant fleet that remained was going back, but a considerable number of Ouster flotillas had to go with them.A dozen or so landing craft were parked on the ground near the Consul's spaceship, the Ousters came to see the Tomb one last time, and Battalion officials paid their last respects at Kassad's grave. The City of Poets itself now has close to a thousand settled inhabitants, many of them painters and poets, though Cylenus says most of them are in pose.Twice they wanted to choose Martin.Cylenus for mayor: he refused both times, and cursed his constituents mercilessly.But the old poet continued to run many things, overseeing rebuilding, adjudicating disputes, allocating housing and arranging supply flights from Jacktown and all over the South.The City of Poets is no longer a dead city. Martin.The collective IQ is much higher when the place is empty, Thelennos said. The banquet was held in the reconstructed large dining room, the huge dome echoed with laughter, listening to Martin.Cylenus recited obscene psalms and other artists staged plays.In addition to the consul and Selenus, there were a dozen Ouster guests at the round table where Brown was sitting, including Freeman Jinga and Caldwell.Ming Meng, and Resmet.Colbei III, wearing furs sewn together, with a tall cone for a hat.Theo.Liam arrived late, apologetically telling everyone about the latest Jacktown joke, and then joined everyone at this table for dessert.Lien has been mentioned repeatedly lately that the people will elect him as mayor of Jack Township in the upcoming April general election. It seems that the local residents and deportees like his style. So far, neither has Theo. He said he would decline the honor. After much drinking at the banquet, the Consul quietly invited several people to the boat for music and drinks.Brown, Martin, and Theo were all there, sitting high on the ship's balcony, listening to the Consul play Gershwin, Studley, Brahms, Luthor, and Phoebe with great sobriety and emotion. The first four pieces, then back to Gershwin, and finally Rachmaninoff's beautiful and heart-warming.The Piano Concerto No. 2 in minor ends. Then they sat in the dim light, looking out at the city and the valley, and drank some more wine, talking late into the night. What do you want to find in Wanxing.com?Theo asked the Consul: Anarchic chaos?Mob rule?Back to life in the Stone Age? Probably all of these and more.The Consul smiled slightly, swirling the brandy in his glass.Seriously, before FTL is over, there's enough imagery to let us know that, despite some real problems, most of the old worlds in Tenstarnet will be fine. Theo.Lian En sat there, still holding the glass of wine he brought from the banquet in his hand.Why do you think FTL communication is over? Martin.Thelennos sniffed that God was tired of us scribbling on the walls of His house all the time. They talked about their old friends and wondered how Father Douhe was doing, and they had learned of his new job in the last batch of FTL communications they had received.They thought of Rainer.Hoyt. Do you think that after Douhet's death, he will automatically become Pope?asked the consul. I don't think so, said Theo: but if that extra crucifix on Doohey's chest is still useful, at least he'll have another chance at life. I don't know if he will come looking for his grand piano.Cylenus said while playing the instrument.In the dim light, Brown thought, the old poet still looked like a satyr. They talked about Saul and Rachel.Over the past six months, hundreds of people have attempted to enter the Sphinx; only one has succeeded.Oman Walter, the very quiet Ouster. Experts and scholars of the Ousters spent several months analyzing these tombs and the remaining time-tide relics, and found that after the opening of the time tombs, pictographs and surprisingly familiar cuneiform characters appeared on some tombs. These have at least led to speculation in the academic circles about the various roles of time tombs. The Sphinx is a one-way portal to that future that Rachel/Moneta talked about.No one knows how the door chooses who to let in, but one of the favorite things of tourists these days is to try and see if they can get in.There has never been any sign or clue about the fate of Saul and his daughter.Brown found himself thinking of the old scholar often. Brown, Consul, and Martin.Cylenos drank a toast to Saul and Rachel. Yuzuka seems to have something to do with the atmospheric world.No one could get into that special entrance, but the alien destroyers specially designed to grow on Jupiter, but people try to get in every day.Ouster and Battalion experts have repeatedly pointed out that these time tombs are not portals, but a different form of cosmic connection entirely.But tourists ignore it completely. The Obelisk has always been a dark mystery.The burial mound still glowed, but now that there was no door, the Ousters guessed that the army of the Thorn God was still hiding inside.Martin.Cylenus believes that the obelisk is just a symbol of the male phallus, which was added to the valley later for decoration.Others speculated that it might have something to do with the Templars. Brown, Consul and Martin.Selenos drank a glass of wine to pay homage to the Tree of Truth Talker Heid.Mastine. The reclosed Crystal Monolith is Feldman.Colonel Kassad's grave.Decoded text is carved into the stone, chronicling a cosmic battle and a great warrior from the past who helped defeat the Lord of Pain.The young soldiers who got off the torch ship and the aircraft carrier were all moved by it.The legend of Kassad will spread even wider after these ships return to the various worlds of the old Ten Thousand Stars Network. Brown, Consul and Martin.Selennos also paid tribute to Feldman.Kassad had a drink instead. The first and second crypts seemed to lead nowhere, but the third crypt seemed to lead to subterranean labyrinths on several different worlds.After the disappearance of several of the scholars who studied it, Ouster research authorities reminded visitors that those underground labyrinths were likely decades and spaces in the past or future at another time.Except for qualified experts and scholars, this tomb is almost closed. Brown, Consul and Martin.Cylennus toasted Paul.Du Hei and Rainer.Hoyt. The Thorn Demon Temple also remains a mystery.By the time Brown and the others returned there a few hours later, the layers of human body were gone, and the Tomb was exactly the same inside and the same size as before, but with a glowing red door right in the middle.All those who entered disappeared and never came back. The researchers declared the interior a forbidden area, and they worked hard to decipher the handwriting on the stone, which was badly damaged by age.So far, they've only been able to identify three words that are all Meta-Earth Latin translations: Colosseum, Rome, and Resettlement.It has been rumored that this portal leads to the lost meta-earth, and the victims on the thorn tree have been transferred there, and there are hundreds of others waiting. Look, Martin.Cylenus to Braun: If you hadn't gotten the fuck out of me so fucking fast that day, I could have gone home. Theo.Liam leaned forward.Would you really choose to go back to Meta-Earth? Martin gave his sweetest satyr smile.Not in a million fucking years.When I lived there, it was boring, and it's always going to be that boring.This is where a lot of things happen.Cylenos toasted himself. In a way, Brown found, that was true.Hyperion is where the Ousters and the former citizens of the Hegemony meet.These time tombs alone represent the future of trade and tourism, and the future of traffic as the human universe adapts to life without portals.She tried to see the future through the eyes of the Ousters, huge fleets of spaceships that expanded the human world, genetically engineered humans to adapt to waste gas giant planets and asteroids, and worlds that were harsher than Mars or Hebron.She couldn't imagine that it was a universe that her children might see, perhaps into the next generation. What are you thinking, Brown?the Consul asked after a long silence. She smiled.Thinking about the future, she said: And Johnny. Ah yes, said Cylenus: the poet who could have been a god but was not. What do you think happened to the second personality?Brown asked. The consul made a gesture with his hands. I think that after the death of Zhihe, it is impossible for him to still be alive. What do you think? Brown shook his head.I'm just so jealous.It seems that many people have seen him, even Milio.Arendez said that he had seen him in Jack Town. They drank a glass of wine to toast Milio, he had already returned to Ten Thousand Stars Network five months ago with the space jump ship of the first batch of Overlords. Everyone's seen him but me, Brown said, frowning at the brandy in her glass, knowing she'd have to take some more maternity pills before bed.She found that she was a little drunk. As long as she took the medicine, alcohol would not harm the fetus, but it did affect her. I'm going back, she said, standing up, hugging the Consul.Gotta get up early to watch you lift off at sunrise. Are you sure you don't want to spend the night on this ship?asked the consul.The room has a view of the valley. Brown shook his head.All my things are in the old palace. I'll talk to you before I go, said the Consul, and they hugged again quickly so as not to notice Brown's tears. Martin.Cylenus walked her back to the City of Poets.They stopped on the veranda outside the residence. Were you really on that tree?Or was it just a hallucination while sleeping in the Jing Demon Temple?Brown asked him. The poet didn't laugh, he touched the place where the steel thorn pierced his chest with his hand.Am I the Chinese philosopher who dreams that I am a butterfly, or the butterfly who dreams that I am a Chinese philosopher?Is that what you asked, kid? Yes. That's right, Cylonus said softly: Yes, I am both, both are real, and both hurt.I will always love and cherish you for saving me, Brown.To me, you can always walk in mid-air.He took her hand and kissed it.Are you going in? No, I think I'll go for a walk in the garden. The poet hesitated for a moment, well, I think, we have patrolling robots and humans, and our troll, Thorn Demon God, hasn't shown up yet, but be careful, okay? Don't forget, says Braun: I'm the troll-slayer, and I walk in mid-air and smash 'em into glass goblins. Ah, ha, but don't wander out of the garden, will you, child? All right, said Brown.She touched her belly.We will be careful. He was waiting in the garden, where the lights didn't quite catch it and the surveillance cameras didn't quite catch it either. Johnny!With a cry of surprise, Brown took a quick step forward on the stone-paved path. no.He shook his head as he spoke, as if a little sad.He looked a lot like Johnny, with the exact same auburn hair, hazel eyes, firm jaw, high cheekbones, and soft smile.He was dressed strangely, a heavy leather jacket, wide belt, heavy shoes, walking stick, and a fur hat which he took off as he approached. Brown stopped less than a meter away.certainly.She spoke in a voice barely above a whisper.She reached out to touch him, but passed through his body, but there was no flickering or blurring like light would. This place is still in the force field of the super data circle.He said. Ahh, she agreed, having no idea what he was talking about.You are another Keats.Johnny's twin brother. The little man smiled and held out a hand as if to touch her protruding belly.That makes me an uncle, doesn't it, Brown? She nodded.You saved that baby Rachel, right? Could you see me then? No, Brown whispered, but I can feel you there.She hesitated.But you are not the sympathetic part of the supreme wisdom of human beings mentioned by Wumeng, are you? He shook his head.His curls shone in the twilight.I found out that I was the one who came before, and I paved the way for the one who came to teach.I'm afraid my only miracle is picking up the baby and waiting until someone can take her from me. You didn't help me fight against the Thorn Demon God?Let me float in mid-air? John.Keats laughed.No, and not Moneta.It's you, Brown. She shook her head vigorously.That's impossible. Not impossible.he said softly.He reached out and touched her belly again, and she imagined she could feel the pressure of his palm.He whispered: You are still the bride not taken / You are the adopted child of Silence and Turtle. He looked up at Braun.You certainly have some privileges as the mother of the one who comes to teach.He said. whose mother?Brown suddenly had to sit down and found a bench just in time.She has never been clumsy in her life, but now, seven months pregnant, she really can't sit down gracefully.For no apparent reason, she recalled the morning when the ship was preparing to dock. The one who came to teach, Keats repeated.I don't know what she's going to teach, but it's going to change the universe and push a lot of ideas that will be very important in 10,000 years. my child?She spoke reluctantly, a little out of breath.Johnny and my boy? The Keats figure touched his cheek.This is the combination of the human soul and the AI ​​logic that Wumeng and the intelligence core have pursued for so long but did not understand until their death.He said.He took a step forward.I just wish I was there when she taught what she had to teach.See what that does to the world, whether it's this world, or any other world. Brown's mind was racing, but she heard something in his tone.Why?where will you beWhat went wrong? Keats sighed.The intelligence core has disappeared.And even with me downsized, the datasphere here is too small to hold me unless it's the AI ​​on a Dominion spaceship, and I don't think I'd like it there, I'm not always good at doing what I'm told. Is there no other place?Brown asked. Super Datasphere, he said, glancing behind him.But there are lions, tigers and bears everywhere.And I'm not ready yet. Brown dismissed the subject.I have an idea, she said, and she told him about it. The image of her lover came closer, put her in his arms and said: You are a miracle, madam.He retreated into the shadows. Brown shook his head, just a pregnant woman.She put her hands on the bulge of her belly under her dress.The one who came to teach, she murmured.Then, to Keats: Well, you are the Archangel who has come to announce all this.What should I name her? Brown looked up when he heard no answer. Empty in the shadows. Braun was at the spaceport before sunrise.It's not really a happy group of people saying goodbye, apart from the sadness of having to say goodbye, Martin, Consul and Theo are all suffering from hangovers due to the lack of stock of Hyperion hangover pills in the post-Wanxingwang era suffering.Only Brown was refreshed. The damn computer on the boat has been acting weird all morning.The Consul grumbled. How to say?Brown smiled. The Consul squinted at her.I want it to be a checklist that usually goes before a flight.It turned out that the stupid ship gave me a poem. poetry?Martin.Selenus raised an eyebrow. Yes, you heard that the consul pressed his comm recorder. A voice familiar to Brown said: ∮ Ah, you three ghosts, goodbye!you can't afford my head resting on the flowers and grass; For I do not feast on praise, Not a tame sheep in a sentimental farce! Softly fade from my eyes, again Became a masked figure on the urn of dreams; do not!I still have dreams for the night, Also reserved for daytime vague fantasies; Be gone, Phantom!by my idle soul Get into the cloud and never come back! 43 43 Quote from Keats . Theo.Lian said: Malfunctioning AI?I thought your ship had the best AI other than the intelligence core. It was, the Consul said: This is not a malfunction, I did a general cognitive and operational check.Everything is fine, but it's giving me this!He pointed to the log read from the comm recorder. Martin.Cylennus looked at Braun.Lamia glanced at her smile carefully, then turned back to face the consul. Uh, it looks like your ship is probably cultured.Don't worry about such things.On the long journey back and forth, it will be a good companion. In the silence that ensued, Brown produced a bulging package.A gift for your travels.she says. The Consul opened it, slowly at first, then ripped and tore the outside paper to reveal a faded, weather-beaten rug folded inside.He touched it with his hands, raised his head, and asked in a choked voice: "Where are you?" Brown smiled.Found by a local refugee beneath the Karla Gate.I happened to pass by when she was going to sell at the market in Jack Township.No one is interested in buying this thing. The Consul took a deep breath, and touched the patterns on the falcon magic carpet that once carried his grandfather Merlin and grandmother Celie to meet. I'm afraid this can no longer fly.Brown said. Flight coil needs recharging, Consul says: I don't know how to thank you You're welcome, Brown said: Here's to wishing you a smooth journey. The Consul shook his head, gave Brown a hug, shook hands with the others, and rode the elevator into his spaceship.Brown and the others walked back into the terminal building. Hyperion's azure sky was cloudless.The sun has dyed the distant peaks of the Maluan Mountains crimson, and today will be another warm day. Brown looked back at the City of Poets and the valley beyond.The tops of the tallest time tombs are faintly visible.One wing of the sphinx is reflected in the sunlight. Only a little sound and some heat came out, and the consul's black spaceship emitted a light blue flame and rose into the air. Brown wanted to recall the last lines of the longest, best, unfinished work of her beloved whom she had just read: ∮ Soon over bright Hyperion; His flaming robe trails behind his feet, With a roar like fire in the world, To cut through that tender heavenly moment, quiver their dove wings, he burns on 44 44 Quotes from Keats . Brown felt the hot wind tug at her hair.She raised her face to the sky and waved her hands, neither wanting to hide nor wipe away her tears, waving her hands vigorously.That majestic ship shot straight up, with that powerful blue flame rising into the sky, and then like a distant cry caused a sudden sonic boom, the sound carried across the desert and echoed in the distant mountain peaks . Brown let herself cry and wave, going on to the departed Consul, to the sky, to all the friends she'd never see again, and parts of her past, and to the The black arrow spaceship waved goodbye. he continues to burn (End of the book)