Chapter 10 chapter Ten

Arthur felt dizzy. The universe burst into a thousand shining fragments, and each fragment moved soundlessly through the night sky, reflecting on their silver surfaces the image of heaven and earth. The darkness behind the universe also exploded, and every piece of darkness was billowing smoke from hell. The nothingness behind the darkness behind the universe erupted.Behind the darkness behind the bursting universe, behind the nothingness, there is a huge black figure speaking some huge big words. "So, this..." Sombra sat on a large and comfortable chair and said, "...is the war of war, the most serious disaster that our galaxy has ever encountered. What you have experienced..."

Slarti Bartfast floated to the side, beckoning. "It's just an expansion pack," he yelled, "nothing interesting. I'm really sorry, I was looking for the rewind button..." "...It is the billions and trillions, the innocent..." "Don't do it," Slarti Bartfast drifted over again, angrily tossing the thing he had just plugged into the wall of the information phantom room-it was still plugged there at this time, "promise to buy what he said .” "...people, creatures, your fellowmen..." At this time, the background music suddenly increased in volume. This is quite huge music, huge harmony.Behind the speaker, gradually, three tall pillars emerged from the huge swirling mist.

"... went through, survived - or, more likely, didn't get through. Think about it, friends. Let us never forget - and I'll suggest a way for you to remember in a moment - —Before the war, the Milky Way was par excellence, incomparably beautiful, a happy Milky Way!" The music entered a state of madness at this time. "A happy galaxy, my friends, whose symbol is the wicket!" 【① Three pillar gate: the original text the Wikkit Gate. Wikkit is a word created by the author. It has the same pronunciation as the English wicket (cricket goal, usually translated as wicket), and the spelling is also close.The description of it below is also completely imitated by the wicket. ——Translator's Note]

Those three pillars are now clearly visible.At the top of the three pillars, there were two criss-crossing things, which seemed strangely familiar to Arthur's bewildered mind. "Three pillars," the man shouted at the top of his voice, "the steel pillars represent the power and energy of the Milky Way!" The searchlights were frantically sweeping up and down that post, and it was obviously made of steel or something like that.The music roared violently. "Plexiglass columns," the man shouted, "represent the science and rationality of the galaxy!"

More searchlights danced grotesquely around the column on the right, casting dizzying patterns on the transparent column.Arthur felt a sudden craving for ice cream in his stomach. "Finally," the deafening voice continued, "the wooden pillar represents..." His voice became a little hoarse at the moment, full of beautiful emotions, "...the power of nature and spirit." The lights are concentrated on the central pillar.The sound of the music then rose to a completely inexpressible level. "Between them," the voice continued, matching the atmosphere, "are the golden bars of prosperity and the silver bars of peace!"

At this time, there were dizzying lights all over the place, but fortunately, the music was too high to be heard at all.The two extremely bright crossbars on the top of the pillars also flashed blindingly.There also seemed to be some girls sitting on it, maybe angels, although angels are usually pictured wearing a lot more clothes than they do. In an instant, there was a dramatic silence and the lights went out. "Never..." said the very professional voice tremblingly, "There has never been any civilization that does not respect this symbol, even today. Even on that uncivilized planet, it is still preserved in the memory of the nation It was destroyed by the war of desire. And now they have locked their world until the end of eternity!"

The man flipped his hands exaggeratedly, and conjured up a model of a wicket.It's hard to judge the scale of objects in this quirky show, but the model appears to be only three feet tall. "Of course, the key is not the original. The original key, as we all know, has been destroyed, caught up in the eternal chaos, the vortex of space and time, and can never be found. This, then, is an excellent replica, Handcrafted by skilled artisans, ancient esoteric craftsmanship is fused into a memento so precious you'll be proud to own it. It honors those who have passed and pays homage to the Milky Way, our galaxy. People gave their lives for it..."

Slarti Bartfast floated out again. "Found it," he said. "We don't need to look at this rubbish. Anyway, don't nod." "Now, let's bow our heads in respect and agreement—" The voice turned strange for a moment, then said it again, only faster and backwards. Lights come on and go off.The doorposts disappeared.The man retracted into the void.The universe quickly snapped back together. "You get the idea, don't you?" said Slartibartfast. "I think it's scary," Arthur said, "and it's confusing." "I fell asleep." Ford floated out at this moment. "Did I miss something?"

They found themselves at the top of a terrifying cliff, and they stumbled on the edge.The strong wind lashed their faces like a whip, blowing all the way to the distant harbor, where the strongest and largest space fleet in the history of the galaxy was moored, but at this moment it burned up in an instant.The sky was a dull pink at first, fading to a strange dark blue, then black.An astonishingly thick fog billowed in the sky.Historical events flash back around them so quickly that it's hard to make out.After a while, a huge battleship flew past their heads, and they couldn't help but "Yo", just in time to recognize this was the first scene they saw.

However, the rewind is a bit too fast.A raised stain on the tape caused them to shudder through centuries of galactic history.The picture is reversed, twisted, wobbled and skipped, while the sound is just a little trembling. In this condensed long river of history, they saw terrible disasters, deep fears, and the impact of turmoil, and all these scenes were repeated. The only constant picture was a wicket, a hardened Little red balls, some blunt white robots, and other dark, unidentifiable things. In addition, there is such a feeling, which is more and more obvious in front of the trembling historical fragments:

For example, if a series of slow clicks starts to pick up speed, each "click" will be difficult to distinguish and will give the effect of a continuous rising sound.Thus, if a succession of isolated impressions is accelerated, it gives a continuum of emotion - but not emotion.If it's an emotion, it's a very emotionless kind.It is hate, unquenchable hate.It is cold, not as cold as ice, but as cold as a wall.It is ruthless, not the ruthlessness of a sudden punch in the crowd, but the ruthlessness of a parking ticket issued by a computer.It also kills—again, not like a bullet or a knife, but like a brick wall straddling a highway. And just as a rising voice changes the entire chord effect; this relentless rise in emotion begins like an unbearable silent scream and then suddenly turns into a sinful and Audible screams of failure. And it suddenly stopped. They were standing on a quiet hill, it was a quiet evening. The sun is setting.Surrounding you is the rolling and soft rural scenery, with a piece of green spreading far into the distance.The birds sang what they thought of it, to the effect that it felt good.A little further away, there seemed to be the sound of children playing.A little farther away than the sound, a small town can be seen in the twilight. The town is roughly composed of many short white stone houses.Against the sky, they have graceful curves. The sun is about to set. A burst of music sounded out of nowhere.Slartibartfast hastily flipped a switch, and the music stopped. A voice said: "This..." Slarti Bartfast hastily pulled a switch, and the voice stopped. "I'll tell you." He said softly. This is a peaceful place.Arthur was in a good mood, and so was Ford.They walked a little in the direction of the town, and the information phantom on the grass was very delicious, and it was quite elastic under their feet.The phantom of the message of the flower is fragrant.Only Slarti Bartfast looked terrified. He stopped and looked up. It occurred to Arthur that they had already seen the ending of the tape, and they had just gone through all the disasters.That said, something terrible is about to happen.It made him sad to think that something terrible could happen in such a peaceful place.He also looked up.In the sky, there is nothing. "They won't attack here, will they?" he asked.He knew he was just walking in the tape, but he was still a little flustered. "No one will attack here." Slartibartfast's voice trembled suddenly. "This is where it all started. It is itself. This is Banqiu." He looked up at the sky. The sky, from one end of the horizon to the other, from east to west, from north to south, was complete, utter darkness.