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About 英语中短篇科幻｜双语字幕

精选经典中短篇英文科幻

Publisher

Bolazynes

Category

education · fiction

Language

zh

Explicit

No

First episode

23 Jun 2022

Latest episode

29 Sept 2022

Latest episodes

29 episodes in the feed.

1. 

   29 Sept 2022

   Zima Blue 齐马蓝 29

   I did eventually find a way to write his story, and I sold it back to my old newspaper, the Martian Chronicle. It was good to visit the old planet again, especially now that they've moved it into a warmer orbit. That was a long time ago. But I'm still not done with Zima, odd as it seems. Every couple of decades, I still hop a lightbreaker to Murjek, descend to the streets of that gleaming white avatar of Venice, take a conveyor to the island and join the handful of other dogged witnesses scattered across the stands. Those that come, like me, must still feel that the artist has something else in store... one last surprise. They've read my article now, most of them, so they know what that slowly swimming figure means... but they still don't come in droves. The stands are always a little echoey and sad, even on a good day. But I've never seen them completely empty, which I suppose is some kind of testament. Some people get it. Most people never will. But that's art. 我最终找到了写好了他的传记，并且把传记卖给了我工作的第一家报纸——《火星人编年史》。能回到过去待过的星球感觉真好，尤其是现在火星已经被人们迁移进了更温暖的轨道。 事情已经过去很长时间了，但我总觉得齐玛的事情还没完，实在有点奇怪。 每过几十年，我都会登上开往穆尔耶克的光速飞船，走进那座闪闪发光的威尼斯的化身，乘坐运输机来到小岛上，和其他一些顽固的目击者一起坐到看台上。这些人和我一样，依然认为这位艺术大师会留下什么东西，给人们最后的惊喜。他们都读过我写的文章了，大部分人都读过，所以他们知道那个慢慢游着的躯体意味着什么…但是他们依然不是成群结队地来。所以即使在极好的天气里，看台上却总是有点空旷和凄凉。但我从来没看见这些看台完全空过，我觉得这是某种神圣的誓约。一些人愿意接受这个誓约，但是大部分人永远都不会接受。 但这就是艺术。

2. 

   25 Sept 2022

   Zima Blue 齐马蓝 28

   It turned out that I remembered more of our meeting on the island than I had any right to. Make of that what you will, but it seemed I didn't need the mental crutch of my AM quite as much as I'd always imagined. Zima was right: I'd allowed my life to become scripted, laid out like a blueprint. It was always red wine with sunsets, never the white. Aboard the outbound lightbreaker a clinic installed a set of neural memory extensions that should serve me well for the next four or five hundred years. One day I'll need another solution, but I'll cross that particular mnemonic bridge when I get there. My last act, before dismissing the AM, was to transfer its observations into the echoey new spaces of my enlarged memory. The events still don't feel quite like they ever happened to me, but they settle in a little bit better with each act of recall. They change and soften, and the highlights glow a little brighter. I guess they become a llittle less accurate with each instance of recall, but like Zima said: perhaps that's the point. I know now why he spoke to me. It wasn't just my way with a biographical story. It was his desire to help someone move on, before he did the same. 这样的快乐让我记住了更多关于我们在岛上见面的情景，虽然我没有权利这么做。不管你信不信，我已经不需要备忘录助手这样的心灵拐杖了，这跟我以前想象的完全不一样。齐玛是对的：备忘录助手把我的生活变成了编写好的剧本，就像是一张设计好的图纸。在夕阳西下的时候，它总是让我选择红葡萄酒，从来不选白葡萄酒。在搭乘光速飞船离开穆尔耶克的星球时候，我已经到诊所里植入了一系列神经记忆扩展模块。这些模块应该能用上四五百年。总有一天我将需要另一种解决方案，但我一定要穿过那个独特的助记桥。在解雇我的备忘录助手之前，我做的最后一件事就是把它的观察数据传输进了我扩展以后的记忆。我依然觉得它记录的所有事情似乎并没有在我身上发生，但是每次回忆起来，这些记忆比其他的都清晰。它们发生了改变，变得柔和，而且精彩的地方变得更加闪耀。我估计这些记忆中的每个细节已经没那么准确了，但是就像齐玛说的那样：也许这就是关键。 我现在明白了他为什么让我采访。不仅仅是因为我写人物传记的方式他很喜欢，而且他希望能够帮助某个人向前进，不要像他一样。

3. 

   22 Sept 2022

   Zima Blue 齐马蓝 27

   That was what they thought. But I knew the truth. I knew it as I watched Zima stand at the edge of the pool and surrender himself to the blue. He'd told me exactly how it would happen: the slow, methodical shutting down of higher-brain functions. It hardly mattered that it was all irreversible: there wouldn't be enough of him left to regret what he had lost. But something would remain: a little kernel of being; enough of a mind to recognize its own existence. Enough of a mind to appreciate its surroundings, and to extract some trickle of pleasure and contentment from the execution of a task, no matter how purposeless. He wouldn't ever need to leave the pool. The solar patches would provide him with all the energy he needed. He would never age, never grow ill. Other machines would take care of his island, protecting the pool and its silent slow swimmer from the ravages of weather and time. Centuries would pass. Thousands of years, and then millions. Beyond that, it was anyone's guess. But the one thing I knew was that Zima would never tire of his task. There was no capacity left in his mind for boredom. He had become pure experience. If he experienced any kind of joy in the swimming of the pool, it was the near-mindless euphoria of a pollinating insect. That was enough for him. It had been enough for him in that pool in California, and it was enough for him now, a thousand years later, in the same pool but on another world, around another sun, in a distant part of the same Galaxy. As for me... 这就是他们想的。 只有我知道真相。当齐玛站在游泳池的边缘，周围被羁绊了他一生的蓝色包围着的时候，只有我知道真相。他已经告诉我了接下来要发生的事情：他大脑中的高级功能将被慢慢地、有条不紊地关闭。关键是整个过程是不可逆转的：根本没给自己留下后悔的余地。但是他大脑中的一小部分还是会继续：一个只能识别自身存在的微小内核。这个内核只够他认知周围的环境、执行特定的任务，哪怕这个任务毫无意义。他永远都不需要离开游泳池了。太阳能电板给他提供了足够的能量。他不会变老，也不会生病。其他的机器人会照看他的小岛，保护这个游泳池，确保这个沉默而缓慢的游泳者不会受到天气和时间的破坏。 这一切会持续几个世纪、 几千年，然后是几百万年。 几百万年以后会变成什么样子？谁都说不准。但有一件事我可以确定，齐玛永远不会厌倦他的任务。在他的心中已经没有了厌倦的概念。他已经变成了纯粹经验 。 如果他在游泳池里游泳的时候体会到了某种快乐，那只能是一种几乎没有思维的快乐，就像是蜜蜂或者蝴蝶的快乐。但是对他来说，这样的快乐已经足够。对于当初在加利福利亚那个游泳池里的他来说已经足够了，对于一千年后在同一个游泳池里的他来说也已经足够了。只不过这个游泳池已经搬到了银河系中另外一个遥远的世界，这个世界绕着另外一个太阳转动。 对我来说也足够了……