Roger Germin, Earth Villager, Banker, Wheeling, West Virginia.It was already high in the sun, and it was the most suitable time of the day to meditate. Germin woke up from his deep sleep. After waking up, Germin began to put on his Zen clothes solemnly.Whenever there is a major Zen meditation, he always puts on his Zen clothes, or boards a boat to gaze at the ruins of the Empire State ② under the thick clouds, or walks silently with the team on the old road of the Golden Gate Bridge ③, or quietly watches the sun’s rebuilding—the sun’s rebuilding may be just around the corner Nowadays.Everyone is looking forward to this day.

It took a lot of effort for Germin to enter into a state of cessation of thoughts: quiet and peaceful without distractions.This is the necessary psychological state for the villagers of the earth to practice.If you are slightly distracted, distracting thoughts will appear, such as "solar energy cannot be regenerated", "what should I do if it cannot be regenerated" and so on.Now, Jermyn is preoccupied with wearing Zen clothes.First, put on the bracelet.The bracelet, silver chain, and silver plate are bright and thick, ancient and have a long history, with the following lines engraved on it:

Pacific Fleet Marines Joe Hartman 1953 Sea of ​​Japan [①The name of a state in the United States, located in the northeastern United States. ——Translator's Note. 】 [②Another name for New York State, located in the northeast of the United States. ——Translator's Note. 】 【③ Located at the mouth of San Francisco Bay in San Francisco, California, on the Golden Gate Strait, it connects the city of San Francisco and its satellite cities and suburbs on both sides of the north and south coasts. ——Translator's Note. 】 Absolutely a genuine status symbol.His jewellery-minded friends would have been jealous.You know, a 250-year-old bracelet is unheard of in Wheeling.Of course friends don't get jealous, they lack several common emotions, one of which is envy, and after wearing the bracelet, put on a snug shirt and shorts and a loose hooded jacket over it.The seams of the hooded jacket were purposely loose and not strong.About every five years, when the sun recreates, it is customary to remove the short jacket and tear it into several pieces according to the prescribed movements, but not too hard, so as not to tear it, and it will be inconvenient to sew it together later.That's why the seams are loose.After some calculations, it is already the 41st day of wearing this Zen suit to welcome the sun's rebirth.The miniature sun still rises, but it has lost the dazzling light of the past, and it has become blood-like crimson, emitting a dim light, getting darker and darker.It's been like this for 41 days.

It seemed to Germin that this was the darkest, coldest day he had ever seen in his life. Perhaps, this situation is a special opportunity to break through the Zen machine.Watching this old little sun dying so closely, such an opportunity will never come again... People have expectations. Germin was finally dressed.Arranging clothes is not his specialty, but he feels that if you don't do anything, you can do it well, and if you do it, you can do it well.During the dressing process, he always looked solemn and focused on nothing else, tiptoed lightly, and his movements were smooth and elegant, without any sense of vulgarity or ugliness.In his opinion, the whole process was completed seamlessly and flawlessly.

Then there is the awakening of the wife.In fact, he didn't call her, he just put his palm lightly on her forehead.The wife is lying on the bed, sleeping beautifully, not exceeding the rules. The warmth of her husband's palm gradually dipped into her sleep, and she woke up sleepily. "Ma'am." He greeted, and raised his left hand as a gesture to her. "Sir," she also called out, tilting her head at the same time.With her hands under the quilt, she tilted her head instead of raising her hands, which was not beyond the rules. At this time, it is a good time to comprehend the various characteristics of "all things are related".Germin is good at sitting meditation. He has taught himself meditation since he was a child, and he is very proficient in it, and he is proud of it.

Germin was sitting upright, with a young and serene face, and a thin and straight body without being stiff. He abandoned one after another distracting thoughts and all kinds of external sensual things that affected his meditation, and gradually became quiet, full of emptiness, and had no other thoughts except "all things are related". In the dark, the cold air above his head and behind him, as well as the entire room, slowly shrank, shrinking, and finally shrunk into a round ball, a round air ball. This kind of round air mass has a name, it is called air eye, and some people have seen it before.It is an indisputable fact that this phenomenon exists in Wheeling and even in the whole world.They appear, hover, and fly away, taking something with them now and then.Now this round air mass appeared on Germin's head again.It is like deformed glass, like a lens, like an eye.Jermyn himself was not aware of the eyes, but if there was another person in the room at this moment he would have seen them.

Germin's mind wanders outside the sky... The air mass gradually expands and begins to move slowly.Suddenly, a torrent spun out from within, hit a small piece of paper, and rolled it to the ground.Germin moved slightly, and the air mass subsided. He subconsciously calmed down, eliminated interference, and returned to the central idea of ​​"all things are related".The air mass reappeared, hovering... From the next room came the low clearing of his wife's throat, three times in a row, signaling to him that she was dressed.He turned his attention, returned to reality, got up and walked towards his wife.The air eyes on the head swirled and disappeared.

【①Refers to being quiet and stopping miscellaneous worries, one of the Buddhist practice methods. ——Translator's Note. 】 Three miles east of Wheeling lives three-legged cat Glenn Troppel.It was a person who didn't even know whether he was a man or a beast.For this reason, he often secretly speculates.When he awoke, he found himself lying on a couch. Sitting up, I shivered and shivered.Cold, dead cold.Outside the window, the sun was like blood, and the earth was dark; inside the house, the humidity was overwhelming, and the cold wind pierced through the bones. Kicked off the blankets last night, didn't even have pajamas on - how could he not sleep peacefully like everyone else?He grabbed the blankets and wrapped them around him, rolled over, and walked over to the empty, unglazed window.

Glenn Troppel actually slept on the sofa, which was a rare occurrence.It turned out that he quarreled with his wife yesterday, lost his temper, and slept in a separate bed with her.He knows very well that if he neglects his wife for one night, he will make a lot of money the next day.If he loses in a quarrel, he can win it back.Earning cheap, isn’t it just doubling what you paid for?How else can it be called cheap?There seems to be noise in the next room.Troppel pricked up his ears and listened, and it was indeed her, and he couldn't help but feel secretly happy.She moved lightly, afraid of waking herself up, which meant that she was coming to fix it.In Troppel's brain, no, maybe in his spinal cord, there was a simmering itching pain, an itching pain caused by some unsatisfied desire-not physical, but psychological, so he couldn't figure out what was going on. In the head or in the spinal cord - finally relieved, he won.Creating confrontations and then winning them is in the nature of Glenn Troppel.

Gala Troppel was young and beautiful, with a dark and attractive complexion, but looked a little sleepy. She walked in timidly with a cup of coffee she got from some treasure cellar. Glenn Troppel pretended not to see, and looked at the distant scenery with cold eyes.Outside the window, the earth was cold, and the silver sea covered with thin ice receded far away, disappearing at the end of the field of vision.The sun's light and heat are gradually diminishing. "Glenn—" Ah, that "Glenn—" was wonderful.There are no rules here, there are no rules for addressing the husband and wife when they get up early in the morning, and there is no clearing the throat when entering the door.Contrary to the upbringing and preaching that the villagers of the earth have received since childhood, Troppel dismissed those formalities and cumbersome etiquette.In order to keep his wife free from its shackles, he has been sparing no effort to counter-educate her.See, now that she had learned to be the first to violate etiquette, it was his greatest victory over her.Fallen!Abnormal!Even when the husband and wife were not sharing the same bed, they still made love to each other, either morning or evening, when Gala sat on Tropel's lap, or Tropel kissed Gala.Sometimes Troppel pestered Gala to let him see her dress—not now, of course, not now.The sun was going out, it was freezing cold, and such romps were no fun.But in the past, Gala was allowed.After the sun is recreated in the future, as long as you show her the prestige of a big man, she will definitely agree.

Can solar energy be regenerated?Troppel thought worriedly. He looked away from the window, turned around, and looked at his wife. "Good morning, honey," Gala said, her tone apologetic. "Huh?" Troppel muttered, stretching feignedly, yawning, and scratching his chest in a show of embarrassment.Gala trembled and said nothing. Troppel picked the better of the two sofas and sank into it, one hairy thigh poking out from under the blanket.In his words, the wife had a "superior performance" today.Gala stared straight at him without looking away. "What did you have?" Troppel asked. "Coffee?" "Yes, dear. I thought—" "Where did you get it?" Troppel demanded. Gala didn't dare to look him in the face, her melancholy eyes moved elsewhere.It was so good that Troppel was more than ever satisfied.He knew that Gala must have gone to some old grocery store again, and Gala had learned this trick from Troppel.Whatever the crime, if Tropel wanted to do it, he would instigate Gala to do it.The Earth Villager Code of Conduct stipulates that female villagers are not allowed to search for and take things from the old place.Any villager—banker, baker, repairman, all sorts of people—should keep to himself, each according to his ability; fetch. Glenn Troppel doesn't believe that, and that's one of the things that sets him apart. "I succeeded again." He was secretly ecstatic, what he really longed for was to win her. "Gara, I need you more than coffee," he called. Gala looked up at him uneasily. "You're running around in the pile of groceries, what should I do if one day a beam suddenly falls and hits you?" Troppel asked her directly, "How can you take such a risk? Don't you Know what you mean to me?" Gala sniffled lightly, and suddenly said loudly, "Honey, I'm sorry last night—" and handed over the glass piteously.Troppel took the glass and put it down, took his wife's hand, looked up at her, and kissed back and forth. Galla trembled with excitement, looked at Tropel lovingly, and threw her head into his arms. In Troppel's obsessive kiss, Gala experienced another sweet feeling of intoxication. Tropel knew it, and Gallas knew it, and Tropel was going to show that he was better than Galas in everything. In short, it was in the nature of Glenn Troppel and his kind to win and win, as fate would have it.Under this advantage, he attacks, she surrenders; he advances, she retreats; he wants, she gives.So and so, advancing like a spiral, there is no end.No matter who he ran into, Troppel would have the upper hand.So this is because it is his nature.He is the wolf, the son of the wolf. On the remote peak of Sakya-Mata, which is isolated from the world, there is a mysterious thing squatting eeriely. Because it looks like a pyramid, the villagers on the earth call it a pyramid. The pyramid was not built by humans, nor was it moved up by humans or artificial machines. It came spontaneously, and humans did not know when it came or what it came for. Is the pyramid on top of Sakya-Mata awakened too?Or does it not sleep at all?No one knows.I saw a slightly tetrahedron standing there, or sitting there.It was about thirty-five yards long at the base, and was crude in appearance and dark blue in color.All human knowledge of it ends at this point.Other than that, nothing is known. In this binary planetary system, only the earth and its strange symmetrical planet revolve around a miniature sun suspended between them like a pair of wings, and the miniature sun is at the gravitational center of the two planets.People know very little about the symmetrical planet, only that it flew from space and then stayed there and never went away.Regarding the mysterious pyramid, human beings speculate based on little knowledge that although there is only one on the earth, there may be tens of thousands of similar pyramids on that symmetrical planet. Go back in time by more than two centuries.When that symmetrical planet appeared for the first time, human beings speculated about it and tried to give it a name. Some called it "Deorbiting Planet", some called it "Invader", and some called it "Savior Messiah". These names are all called by human beings based on their feelings, without any basis.It is unthinking nonsense; like the unknown X in the equation, it just means that there is a certain value, but it is not known what it is. After the "deorbiting planet" caught up with the earth, it stopped moving. The "invaders" did not invade the earth, but only sent a crude dark blue tetrahedron to be placed on the top of the Sakya-Mata peak. The "Savior Messiah" stole the earth from the solar system, and at the same time stole the moon, and transformed it into the miniature sun we see now. On Earth at that time, humans were populous and powerful, at least they thought they were.There are modern metropolises and omnipotent machines everywhere.But all to no avail, the new planets completely ignore their existence.There is an air eye disaster on Earth - a dust storm without dust, where still air suddenly shrinks and vibrates, becoming a lens shape.Air eyes come with new planets and pyramids, so there may be some connection between them.Human beings have nothing to do with these air eyes, attacking them is like attacking the air.In fact, they are air at all. While humans and their machines were vainly dealing with that alien planet, the binary planetary system it formed with the Earth began to move, and slowly accelerated. A week later, the astronauts realized that something happened to the earth.One month later, the moon began to burn and became the new sun of the binary planetary system, supplying light and heat, while the original parent star, the sun, was far away.In a few more years, it became one of the countless stars twinkling in space. Every 5 solar years or so, when that crappy miniature sun burns out and is nothing but a cinder, they—who exactly is "they"?Humans only know that pyramid—a new one will be hung in the sky. The sun is still the sun transformed by the moon, but it needs to be re-ignited because it has been burnt out and extinguished.When the first miniature sun hangs in the sky, there will be 10 billion people on the earth.Later, with the ups and downs of miniature suns one after another, and the replacement of old and new, the climate on the earth, the light and heat obtained from the miniature suns, and the type of radiation all undergo periodic huge changes. With the continuous replacement of the sun, the population of the earth is decreasing day by day.Now the sun has been replaced 45 times, and the population of the earth is less than 100 million. Due to repeated failures and setbacks, human beings become discouraged and closed off.The human race has not changed, but the 100 million people who are struggling to survive are no longer as courageous as the 10 billion people back then, full of vigor and vitality. The thing on Sakya-Mata has been going by many names: "devil," "friend," "beast," "pseudo-organism with electrochemical properties," and so on. All these names remain but unknown meanings. Even if the pyramid really wakes up, it will not open its eyes, because it has no eyes, and it is not known whether the eyes produced by the vibrating air belong to it.Goug out the eyes of the pyramid and make it blind.Even though the pyramids have no eyes, illogical people will still argue this and come up with "thinkable but can't do" ideas to deal with the pyramids. Break its limbs, but it has no limbs; deaf its ears, but it has no ears; poison its mouth, but it has no mouth; thwart its purpose and act it, but it clearly serves neither purpose nor action. It just exists, that's all. It and its allies stole the Earth, but humans don't know why.It is there, an ordinary thing of the earth, but you cannot harm it, affect it, or force it in any way. It is a being.It, or its master, has stolen and possessed the earth.Human beings are in a completely passive position, neither able to meet the challenge nor make any compensation.