Chapter 12 Chapter Twelve

The place was a veritable madhouse.They put me in the same room as a guy named Fury.Fu Rui stayed here for nearly a year, and he told me as soon as we met, what kind of madman I have to be content with in the future.There was a guy who poisoned six people, and there was a guy who took a cleaver to his mother.People here have done all sorts of shit—everything from murder, to rape, to claiming to be the King of Spain or Napoleon.Finally I asked Fury why he was here, and he said it was because he was an ex-homicide, but they were going to let him out in a week or so. The next day I was ordered to report to my psychiatrist, Dr. Wharton.It turned out that Dr. Wharton was a woman.First, she said, give me a quiz and then a physical.She sat me down at a table and started showing me cards with blots and asking me what I thought the blots were.I kept saying "ink blots" and finally she got mad and told me I had to say something else, so I started making things up.Then she gave me a long test paper and asked me to do it.When I was done, she said, "Take off your clothes."

With one or two exceptions, every time I took my clothes off I got into bad luck, so I said I'd better stay on, and she made a note of that, and said if I didn't take off myself, she'd get a nurse. The staff help me take off.It's the kind of deal where there's nothing to say. I took it off, and when I was naked, she came into the room again, looked me up and down, and said, "Yo, yo—you're a fine male specimen!" Anyway, she started hitting me on the knee with a little rubber mallet, like the guys back home at college, and prodding all over my body.She never told me to "bend over," though, and for that, I'm very grateful.Afterwards, she told me to get dressed and go back to my room.On my way back to my room, I passed a glass-doored room where a bunch of skinny guys sat or lay, drooling, spasming, or pounding the floor with their hands.I just stood outside the door for a long time, looking in, and I felt so sorry for them--they kind of reminded me of the days when I missed the fool's school.

Two days later, I was ordered to report to Dr. Wharton's office.When she got there, she was with two guys in doctors' uniforms, and she said they were Doctor Duke and Doctor Earl--both from the National Institute for Psychiatric Medicine.They were very interested in my medical records, she said. The Duke and the Earl made me sit down, and began to ask me questions--all sorts of questions--and they took turns tapping me on the knee with their gavels.And then the Duke said, "Well, Gump, we got your test scores, and you did really well in math. So, we want you to take some more tests." They pulled out the test papers and asked me to do them. The quiz was much more complicated than the first one, but I guess I probably did well.If I had known the consequences of it, I would have screwed it up.

"Forrest," said the Earl, "that's astonishing. Your mind is like a computer. I don't know how you could possibly figure it out—maybe that's why you're here—but I never Never seen anything like this." "You know, George," said the Duke, "this guy is really great. I did some work for NASA a while ago, and I think we should send him to the Houston Aerospace Center and let them do something for him. Quiz. They're always looking for this guy. All the doctors stared at me, nodded, and then they tapped my knee with the mallet again.Looks like I'm going to go again.

They took me to Houston, Texas, and we got on that old plane with just me and the Duke.Except they tied my hands and feet with chains and I couldn't leave my seat.The journey is considered pleasant. "Listen here, Forrest," said the Duke, "and here's the deal. Because you got into trouble by hitting the Senate recorder with your medal, and that charge can get you ten years in prison. But if you With the cooperation of these people in the General Administration, I will personally take responsibility for your release-how?" I nod.I knew I had to get out of prison so I could find Jenny.I miss her so much.

I was at NASA Houston for about a month.They gave me exams, quizzes, and so many questions that I felt like I was going to Jenny.Carson's improvisation. of course not. One day, they dragged me into a big room, and said what they had in mind. "Gump," they said, "we want to use you on a trip into outer space. The Duke is right, your mind is like a computer—and better than it. If we can put the right information in, you'll would be very useful to the U.S. space program, what do you mean?" I thought about it for a long time, and then said that it would be better to ask my mother first, but they made stronger arguments-such as spending the next ten years of my life in a cage.

So I say yes, but usually this "good" Yu gets me into trouble every time. The idea they came up with was to put me on a spaceship, launch me into outer space, and have me orbit the earth a million miles.They've sent people to the moon, but they haven't found anything worthwhile on the moon, so they plan to visit Mars next.Fortunately, Mars isn't the destination they're envisioning right now—the trip to outer space is a training mission to figure out who would be best suited for a trip to Mars. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ +Jiujiu e-book reminds you: Take care of your eyes and take a reasonable rest+

+Free eBooks in multiple formats: + ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Besides me, they picked a woman to go with an ape. The woman was a crab-like lady named Jenny.Major Fritch, she was supposed to be the first female astronaut in the United States, but no one knew that she was a female astronaut, because these were top secret.She was one of those short women with hair that looked like it had been bowled over and trimmed, and she didn't seem to be of much use to either me or the ape. To be honest, the ape wasn't so bad.It was a huge brown-haired female ape named Su, who was caught in the Sumatran jungle or somewhere.In fact, they have a lot of apes here, and they have sent them to outer space before, but they said that Su is suitable for this trip, because she is a female, and she is kinder than the male apes, and this will be her third space trip journey of.Knowing this, I wondered why they sent us into space when the only experienced member was an ape?This question does make people think, don't you think?

In short, we have to go through all kinds of training to make the trip.They put us spinning in molecular accelerators and in zero-gravity rooms and so on.Also, they fill my head with all the shit they want me to remember, like equations to calculate the distance between us and our destination and return to Earth, and what about coaxial coordinates, cosine functions, spheres Geometry, Boolean algebra, antilogs, Fourier analysis, quadrant and determinant math, shit.They said I was going to be the "backup" for the backup computer. I wrote a lot of letters to Jenny, but they all came back, "no such person".I also wrote to my mother, and she replied with a long letter to the effect: "Now your mother lives in a poor house and has nothing, and she only has you. How can you treat your poor old mother like this?"

I was afraid to tell her that I would go to jail, so I wrote back and just said don't worry because we have an experienced member of our group. Well, the big day is finally here, but let me say this: I'm more than a little nervous - I'm dead!While the mission is top secret, word leaks out and now we're on TV. That morning, someone brought us the newspaper, and look, how famous we are now.Here's part of the headline: "Women, Apes, and Idiots Into America's Space Effort." "America Sends Freaky Messenger to Extraterrestrials." "Girl, fool and monkey, take off today."

The New York Post even wrote: "They went up—but who directed it?" The only slightly mild-sounding headline was in the New York Times. "The new SpaceX crew is different." It was the same as before, chaos from the moment we woke up.We went to have breakfast, and someone said: "They shouldn't have breakfast on the day of departure." Then another said: "They should eat it." Then someone said: "They shouldn't eat it." Not hungry anymore. They put us in space suits and took us to the launch station in a minibus with Sue in a cage in the back.The spaceship is about a hundred stories tall, and it keeps bubbling, hissing, steaming, looking like it's going to eat us alive! .The elevator took us up to the capsule, and they strapped us in and put Sue in her seat in the back.Then we wait. Waited and waited. All the while, the spacecraft was grunting, hissing, rumbling, and steaming.Some say 100 million people are watching us on television.I guess they are all waiting too. Anyway, around noon, someone came up and knocked on the hatch, saying that the mission was temporarily canceled until they could fix the spacecraft before leaving. So we took the elevator back down to the surface, me, Sue, and Major Fritch.She was the only one who uhh complained, because both Sue and I were greatly relieved. Our sense of relief doesn't last, though.About an hour later, as we were sitting down for lunch, someone ran into the room and said, "Put on your space suits now! They're going to send you into space!" Everyone started yelling and shouting and rushing in and out again.I figured maybe there was a bunch of TV viewers calling to complain or something, so they decided to recklessly light that fire under our asses.Whatever the reason, though, it doesn't matter right now. Anyway, we took the minibus to the spaceship again.In the middle of the elevator ride, someone suddenly said: "God, we forgot about that damned ape!" He loudly called the people on the ground to bring Su. We put on our seatbelts again, and someone started counting down from one hundred, when they took Sue into the hatch.We all leaned on the back of the chair, and the countdown had counted down to about "ten", when we heard a strange muffled roar coming from Su's position behind us.I forced myself to turn around and saw, God, it wasn't Su sitting there, it was a huge male ape, grinning, clutching his seat belt tightly, as if he would break free at any moment! I told Major Fritch, and she looked over her shoulder and said, "Oh, God!" She immediately radiod someone on the ground. "Listen," she said, "you've made a mistake and brought a male ape up here. We'll call it off until the problem is fixed." But suddenly the ship rumbles, and the man in the control tower radios: "Now that's your problem, girl, we've got to catch up." And that's how we lifted off.