Chapter 15 Chapter Fourteen

I was about to stand up when Harry took my hand. "What are you going to do?" he asked. "Go and talk to her," I said. "Do you really want to do that?" he asked. "What did you say?" I asked, "Of course." "I mean, maybe Jessie or I should go up and talk to her first," Harry said, "and see if she wants to see you." "My God, Harry," I said, "we're not bloody sixth graders. That's my wife." "No, that's not it, John," Harry said. "That's someone else entirely. You don't even know if she wants to talk to you."

"John, even if she talks to you, you're just two strangers," Jessie said. "It's impossible for you to expect something from this encounter." "I don't expect anything," I said. "We just don't want you to get hurt," Jessie said. "I'll be all right," I said, looking at them both. "Please, let me go, Harry. I'll be all right." Harry and Jessie looked at each other.Harry let go of my hand. "Thank you." I said. "What are you going to tell her?" Harry wondered. "I'm going to thank her for saving my life," I said, standing up.

At this time, she and her two companions had bought meals and were walking towards a small table in the restaurant.I went straight to the table.The three of them were talking, but stopped when I approached.She had her back to me, but turned when her companion looked up at me.I saw her face and stopped. Of course, the face changed.Aside from the obvious change in complexion and eyes, she was much younger than Cathy—that was Cathy's face half a century earlier.But even half a century ago, Cathy was still different from the woman in front of her eyes; she was slimmer than Cathy, a healthy body pre-programmed in genes by the colonial army; A well-groomed mane, even in her old age when other women combed their hair like housewives, the woman I was looking at had short, neat hair at the ears.

The worst thing was the hair.It's been a long time since I've met someone with anything other than green skin, so hardly noticed the change in skin tone.It's just that this hairstyle is very different from the Cathy I remember. "It's not good to stare at other people." The woman said in Cathy's voice, "Stop saying anything, you're not my type." I'm.A voice in my head said. "I'm sorry I didn't want to bother you," I said, "but I thought you might not have recognized me." She looked me up and down. "I really can't tell," she said. "Trust me, we didn't do basic training together."

"You saved me," I said, "on Coral Planet." Hearing this, she was slightly taken aback. "Damn it," she said, "that's why I didn't recognize you. The last time I saw you, the bottom half of your head was gone. Don't get me wrong, no offense meant. It's really weird that you're still alive." Surprised me, and I wouldn't bet on you making it through." "I have a purpose in living," I said. "Obviously so," she said. "My name is John Perry," I said, holding out a hand. "I don't think I know your name yet."

"Jane Sagan," she said, taking my hand.I held her hand for a while longer, and when I finally let go, she looked a little bewildered. "Corporal Perry," one of her companions checked my information through BrainPal, "we're in a hurry to eat. We have to be back in half an hour, so if you don't mind..." "Do you remember seeing me somewhere else?" I interrupted him. "I don't remember," she said, scowling, "Thank you for coming to say hello, but I really want to eat now." "I wanted to send you something," I said, "a photo. Send it to your BrainPal."

"It's really not necessary," Jane said. "It's just a photo," I said, "and leave after posting. Give me a break." "Okay," she said, "you hurry up." One of the few things I carried with me when I left Earth was a digital photo album of my favorite family, friends and places.Not long after activating the BrainPal, I uploaded these photos to its onboard memory.Now it seems that this is really a smart move.With the Modesto crash, all the rest of my belongings were lost.I took one from my photo album and sent it to her.I watched her connect to her BrainPal, then suddenly turned her head and stared at me.

"Do you recognize me now?" I asked. Her movements are fast, faster than the average colonial soldier.She grabbed me and slammed me against the wall next to me.I'm pretty sure a rib that had just healed was broken again.Harry and Jessie jumped up from the other side of the restaurant and rushed; Jane's companion stopped her.It was hard for me to catch my breath. "Who the hell are you," Jane growled at me hissingly, "what on earth do you want?" "I'm John Perry," I said hoarsely, "I don't want to do anything." "Nonsense. Where did you get the photo?" She forced her over and asked in a low voice, "Who made it for you?"

"No one made it for me," I said, dropping my voice like her, "this was taken at my wedding. This is... my wedding photo." I almost said it was our wedding photo, but caught it in time Myself, "The woman in the photo is my wife Cathy, she died before she joined the military. They made you out of her DNA, and there's a part of her in you, and a part of you in that photo. A part of it You gave me this." I held out my left hand to show her my wedding ring—the only thing that survived of all the things I owned on Earth. Jane roared, grabbed me, and threw me across the restaurant.I flew over a few tables, knocking over hamburgers, condiment bottles, and paper towel holders, before hitting the floor.My head hit a metal horn, and blood oozed from my temple (but froze immediately).Harry and Jessie, who were entangled with Jane's companion who was blocking the way, left their opponents and ran towards me.Jane strode toward me, but was stopped by her companion on the way.

"Listen here, Perry," she said, "from now on, get the fuck out of my way. The next time I see you, just wait until I send you to heaven." She twitched Leaving away.One of her companions followed, and another who had spoken to me earlier walked towards us.Jessie and Harry stood up to block him, and he held out his hands in a truce gesture. "Perry," he said, "what's going on? What did you send her?" "Go ask her herself, man," I said. "You should call me Lieutenant Tagore, Corporal." Tagore looked at Harry and Jessie. "I know you two," he said, "You used to be soldiers on the Hampton Roads."

"Yes, sir," said Harry. "Listen," he said, "I don't know what the hell is going on, but I want to be clear. Whatever it is, don't get us involved. Tell whatever story you like, but as long as You have the words 'Special Forces' in your story and I assure you that I will take personal responsibility for making the rest of your military career extremely short and extremely painful. I'm not kidding. I'll blow your head off. Do you understand everything?" "Got it, sir," Jessie said.Harry nodded.With a hoarse voice, I hummed indistinctly. "Take care of your friend," Tagore said to Jessie, "that beat him hard." He walked out of the restaurant. "God, John," Jessie said, grabbing a napkin and wiping the cut on my head, "what the hell did you do?" "I sent her a wedding photo," I said. "Your technique is really subtle." Harry looked around, "Where's your crutch?" "Should be over the wall she knocked me over," I said.Harry went over to get his cane. "Are you all right?" Jessie said to me. "I think I broke a rib," I said. "That's not what I asked," she said. "I know what you're asking about," I said. "It doesn't matter the ribs, it's the other thing that messes up." Jessie put her hands over my face.Harry came back with my crutches.We limped to the hospital.Dr. Fiorina was extremely displeased with me. Someone woke me up.After seeing who it was, I was about to speak when she covered my mouth. "Don't talk," said Jane. "I'm not supposed to be here." I nod.She took it away. "Speak softly," she said. "We can use BrainPal," I said. "No," she said. "I want to hear your voice. Just keep it quiet." "Okay." I said. "I'm sorry today," she said, "it's just that it was so unexpected. I don't know how to react to something like this." "It's okay," I said, "I shouldn't be so abrupt." "Are you hurt?" she asked. "A broken rib," I said. "I'm so sorry," she said. "It's cured," I said. She blinked and looked at my face carefully, "Listen, I'm not your wife." She said suddenly, "I don't know who or what you take me for, but I'm definitely not your wife. I didn't even know she existed until you showed me that picture today." "But you must know where you come from," I said. "Why?" she said angrily. "We know we were made with other people's genes, but they don't tell us who the genes belong to. So what? We don't provide the genes. We don't even Not even clones—parts of my DNA didn't even come from Earth. We're the colony's guinea pigs, haven't you heard?" "I've heard of it," I said. "So I'm not your wife. I'm here to make that point. I'm sorry, but I'm not." "Ok." I said. "Okay," she said, "very good. Now I'm leaving. Sorry to throw you across the room." "How old are you?" I asked. "What? Why do you ask that?" she asked. "Just curious," I said, "and I don't want you to go anyway." "My age doesn't matter," she said. "Cathy has been dead for nine years now," I said. "I wonder how long they waited to make you from her genes." "I'm six years old," she said. "Do you mind if I say you're not like any six-year-old I've ever seen?" I said. "I'm old and young," she said, and then, "Just kidding." "I know." I said. "People sometimes don't get it as a joke," she said, "because most of the people I know are around that age." "How did you guys live at such a young age?" I asked, "I mean, what's it like to be six years old with no past?" Jane shrugged, "One day, I woke up and didn't know where I was or what happened. But I already existed in this body, and I've mastered many skills: how to talk, how to walk, how to think , and how to fight. I was told that I was a member of the Special Forces and it was time for training. They also told me my name was Jane Sagan." "Good name," I said. "It was a random pick," she said. "We all have common first names, and most of our surnames come from scientists and philosophers. I have a guy named Ted Einstein in my class, and another guy named Julie Einstein." Pasteur. Of course, you don't know the meaning of these names at first. You don't know a little until later, when they develop your self-knowledge further. Everyone you know Not much to remember. It's not until you meet new people for the first time that you really know the difference between yourself and them. And we don't meet that kind of people very often, we don't hang out." "'Stranger'?" I asked. "That's what we call you guys, you guys who are really 'born'." she says. "If you're not hanging out with us, what are you doing in the restaurant?" I asked. "I'd like a hamburger," she said. "Most of the time, it's not that we won't hang out with you, we just won't hang out with you." "Have you ever wondered who you're made of?" I asked. "Sometimes," Jane said, "but we can't possibly know the answer. They don't say who we're based on, who we're made from. You know, some of us are made from more than one person's genes Yes. But then again, those are dead people. Must be, otherwise they wouldn't use these genes. We also don't know who knows our prototypes, whether they served in the colonial army. The acquaintances of the prototypes are not very likely to run into by chance Us. Besides, after serving, you living people die so quickly, so it is even less likely to run into us. No one I know has ever met their prototype relatives. Or husbands." "Did you show that photo to your lieutenant?" I asked. "No," she said, "he asked. I told him you sent me a picture of you and I trashed it. I did, so if he did, he would. Turns out I did delete the photo. I didn’t tell anyone what we were talking about. Can you send it to me again? That photo?” "Of course," I said, "I have other pictures if you want. If you want to know about Kathy, I can tell you about her, too." In the dim room, Jane watched me, the dim lights made her look more and more like Cathy.Looking at her made my heart ache. "I don't know," she said at last, "I don't know what I want to know. Let me see. Send me that picture first, please." "Here it goes." I said. "I've got to go," she said. "Remember, I haven't been here. If you meet me somewhere else, don't mention we've met." "Why?" I asked. “It’s important to just do it for now,” she said. "Okay." I said. "Show me your wedding ring," she said. "Okay." I took off the ring and showed it to her.She held it carefully and looked at it carefully. "It's got something carved on it," she said. "'Auld always love you—Cathy'," I said, "she had it engraved on it before she gave it to me." "How long have you been married?" she asked. "Forty-two years," I said. "How much do you love her?" asked Jane. "I mean your wife, Cathy. After a long time in marriage, it may just be a habit to live together." "Sometimes," I said, "but I loved her very much, and I loved her for forty-two years. I still love her." Jane stood up, gave me another look, gave me back the ring, and left without saying goodbye. "." Harry said, walking towards the table where Jess and I had breakfast. "God bless you," Jessie said. "It's funny." He said, and sat down. "The Rye people may have learned about our whereabouts through tachyons." "That's great," I said, "Gah, Jessie and I would be even more excited if we knew what tachyons are." "A tachyon is a very strange subatomic particle," Harry said. "It travels backward in time faster than the speed of light. So far, the existence of this particle is only a theory, after all, it is difficult for us to actually track Things that go faster than light and go backwards in time at the same time. But in the theory of jump thrusters, tachyons have a place, and they exist in any jump. As long as we send matter and energy to another Universe, the tachyons in the destination universe will flow back to the universe left behind by those matter and energy. Every time the jump thruster makes a transmission, it will form a specific tachyon return pattern. If you can identify The tachyons, and you'll know a ship with a jump drive is coming—and know when it's going to arrive." "Where did you hear that?" I asked. "I don't hang around to pass the time like you two," said Harry. "I've made some friends in some interesting places." "If we know about this tachyon mode, why didn't we do something about it before?" Jessie asked, "You're saying that we've always been targets, and we're just lucky to be alive." "Well, don't forget I said that so far, tachyons have only been theoretical," said Harry. "And that's an understatement. They don't really exist—mathematical abstractions at best." , have nothing to do with the universe in which we exist and operate. Tachyons have never been used anywhere by any intelligent species known to us, and they have no practical use at all." "Maybe it's just what we think," I said. Harry waved his hand in agreement, "If this guess is correct, it means that the Rye people have a technology that far exceeds our ability to invent. We have fallen behind in this technological competition." "Then how do we catch up with them?" Jessie asked. Harry laughed, "Well, who said they were going to catch up? Remember the advanced technology of the colonial army we discussed when we first met on the pods? Remember when I said how their high technology came from ?” "Through alien contact," Jessie said. "Correct," said Harry. "There are two ways: either through trade or through war. Well, if there is a way to actually track tachyons receding from one universe to another, we might be able to develop one ourselves." However, the research and development of this kind of technology consumes time and resources, which we cannot afford. The simpler and feasible way is to take this technology from the Ruiyi people." "You mean the Colonial Army is going to return to Coral Planet?" I said. "Of course," said Harry, "but it's not just about getting Coral Star back, that won't even be our primary goal. Right now, the primary goal is to get their tachyon detection technology and find a way to counter it." method, or use it the other way around against the Rye." "We got beaten up last time we went to Coral Planet," said Jessie. "We have no choice, Jess." Harry said gently, "We must get this technology. If this technology spreads, all races in the universe will be able to track the actions of the Colonial Defense Force. No exaggeration In other words, they will even know our whereabouts before we ourselves." "The result is another massacre," Jessie said. "I guess they're going to have more special forces this time around," Harry said. "Speaking of which—" I said, telling Harry about my meeting with Jane the night before, which I had told Jess before Harry came over. "So she's not going to kill you after all," Harry said after I finished. "It must be weird talking to her," Jessie said. "Even knowing she's not really your wife, it must be weird." "Not to mention she's only six. My God, that's weird," said Harry. "You can still see the effect of age," I said. "She is emotionally immature and doesn't seem to know how to deal with her feelings. Because she doesn't know how to deal with her feelings, she threw me in the restaurant. the other end." "Well, all she knows is fighting and killing," Harry said, "and we have a lifetime of memories and experiences that keep us calm. Even young soldiers in the traditional military have twenty years of life experience. In fact, these Special Forces It's all Boy Scouts. It's kind of crossing the moral line." "I don't want to expose your old scars," Jessie said, "but can you really see anything of Cathy in her?" I thought about it, "One thing is obvious, she looks a lot like Cathy." I said, "Also, I think I get a little bit of Cathy's sense of humor and fiery temper in her. Cathy is very funny sometimes." impulse." "Has she ever thrown you across the room in the past?" Harry asked with a laugh. I also grinned, "If she has that ability, she might have done it several times." I said. "Genetics get a point here," says Harry. The jerk activates suddenly.A message said I acknowledged it and told Harry and Jess. "I thought I was the only one who had friends in interesting places," said Harry. "So you've been hiding it from us, John." "I have no idea what's going on," I said. "I've never seen Keegan before." "It's just the commander of the Second Colonial Army," said Harry. "I'm sure it's nothing serious." "Your joke is so funny," I said. "It's 0915, John," Jessie said. "Better get on the road now. Shall we go with you?" "No, you guys have breakfast," I said, "I'll just walk over by myself. It's a couple of miles around the base to the Eisenhower area, and I'll be there in time." I stood up; Donuts ate on the way, gave Jess a friendly peck on the cheek, and walked away. In fact, the Eisenhower area is more than two or three kilometers away from here, but my legs have finally recovered, and I hope to exercise them.Dr. Fiorina is right, the new leg is not only new, but also makes me feel more energetic.Of course, I had just recovered from a serious injury and it was a miracle that I survived.After such a thing, anyone will feel refreshed. "Don't look back." Jane whispered into my ear from behind me. I almost choked on a mouthful of donuts. "I hope you will stop sneaking behind me in the future." I said without turning my head. "Sorry," she said, "I didn't mean to annoy you, but I wasn't supposed to talk to you. Listen, it's about this briefing you're going to be in." "How did you know about the briefing?" I asked. "It's not important. The important thing is to take over the tasks they give you. Next. Only in this way will you be safe. Of course, there is no such thing as 100% safe, so try your best." "What happens after that?" I asked. "You'll find out soon enough," she said. "What about my friends?" I said, "I mean Harry and Jessie, are they in trouble?" "We all have problems," Jane said. "I can't help them. It's hard enough to help you. It's important to do as I say." Her hand touched my arm quickly, and I Only to find that she was gone. "Corporal Perry," General Keegan returned the salute, "take it easy." I was ushered into a conference room full of senior officers as far as the eye could see, with more metal on their rank badges than an eighteenth-century schooner.You can tell at a glance that I am the lowest-ranking person in the conference room.The lowest rank besides me was a Lieutenant Colonel, Lieutenant Colonel Newman, my esteemed interrogator.I feel uncomfortable all over. "You look a little out of your mind, boy," General Keegan said to me.Like everyone in the room, and every soldier in the colonial army, he looked no more than twenty-something. "I feel a little out of my wits, sir," I said. "Well, understandable," Keegan said. "Sit down, please." He pointed to an empty chair by the table, and I sat down. "I've heard a lot about you, Perry." "Yes, sir." I tried not to look at Newman. "You don't sound excited, Corporal," he said. "I'm not trying to be noticed, sir," I said, "just doing my job." "Even so, you're impressive enough," Keegan said. "Over Coral Planet, a hundred traffic boats managed to break away from their ships, and only yours landed on the ground, which largely Credit to you for ordering the opening of the traffic boat airport gate." He nodded Newman with his thumb, "Newman told me everything. He thinks we should award you a medal for this." I wouldn't have been so surprised if Keegan said Newman thought you should play the lead in Swan Lake at the troop's annual gala.Keegan noticed the look on my face and grinned, "Yeah, I know what you're thinking. Newman has the toughest face of any of his peers, and that's why he took on the job." A job. Well, how's it going, Corporal? Think you're worthy of that medal?" "Sir, I don't deserve it," I said. "Our transport boat crashed, and no one survived except me. It's hard to call it a feat. Besides, the successful landing on the surface of Coral Planet should be attributed to my pilot. Fiona Eaton." "Pilot Eaton has been posthumously awarded a medal, Corporal," said General Keegan. "She is dead, and a medal will give her little consolation, but even so, for the colonial army, such an act of commendation is still Very important. As humble as you are, Corporal, you will also be awarded a medal. There were other survivors of the Battle of Coral Star, but those were luck, and you showed leadership in difficult times. You have also Demonstrated ability to think independently, including designing the firing program against the Consu and leading the training platoon you were in. Chief Sergeant Ryze featured the way you used BrainPal during your final field combat exercise .I served with that son of a bitch, Corporal. Ryze won't even praise his mother for giving birth to him, if you know what I mean." "I think I understand, sir," I said. "I think so too, and that's why I give you a bronze medal, boy. Congratulations." "Yes, sir," I said, "thank you, sir." "But that's not what I called you here for," General Keegan gestured across the table. "I don't think you've met General Szilard, who commands our Special Forces. Hold on, No need to salute." "Yes." But I nodded in General Szilard's direction. "Corporal," said General Szilard, "tell me, what have you heard about the Special Forces situation?" "Not much news, sir," I said. "Just a little chat with a friend." "Really," said Szilard dryly, "I thought your friend Corporal Wilson must have given you a full introduction." Poker face has never been my forte, and I'm finding that it's getting worse these days. "Yes, of course, we've all heard of Corporal Wilson," said Szilard. "Perhaps you should tell him that he's snooping around and thinks he's doing a covert job, but it's not." "Harry will be surprised to hear that," I said. "There's no doubt about it," Szilard said. "I'm sure he told you about the nature of Special Forces soldiers. Although we don't keep this information in a general database, it's not a state secret. Our Most of the time is spent on highly classified missions, and there is very little chance to hang out with you. We don't have much interest in it." "Our counterattack against the Rheians on Coral Planet will be spearheaded by General Szilard and his special forces," General Keegan said. "The most important thing in order to occupy that planet is to find their Tachyon detector, shut it down if possible, not destroy it; but destroy it if necessary. This Colonel Gordon—” Keegan pointed to the stern-faced man next to Newman—“thinks we can judge Find its place, Colonel." "Just found out, Corporal," Golden said, "that our monitoring prior to our first attack on Coral revealed that the Rye had deployed a series of small satellites in orbit around Coral. At first, we thought they It was a reconnaissance satellite that helped the Rhei identify colony and military activity on Coral, but we now believe that it was a set of devices designed to detect tachyon patterns. We believe that the tracking device that receives and analyzes the satellite data is located on Coral The surface of the planet. The Ruiyi people sent that device to Coral Planet during their preparations to meet our first wave of attacks. "The reason why we believe the tracking device is on Coral Planet is because they will think it is the safest place." General Szilard said, "If it is on the spacecraft, if we are lucky, the attacking colonial army spacecraft will It's possible to hit it. You also know that no craft has reached the surface of Coral except your shuttle. There's a good chance it's there." I turned to Keegan, "Can I ask a question, sir?" "Ask," Keegan said. "Why are you telling me this?" I asked. "I'm only a corporal and I don't have my own squad, platoon, or battalion. I don't see why I need to know this." "Because you were one of the very few survivors of the Battle of Coral Star, and the only one who survived without luck alone," Keegan said, "General Szilard and others believed that if one of the If the person who made the first attack observes and guides on the spot, the possibility of a successful counterattack will increase. I also agree with this point. And this person is you." "With all due respect, sir," I said, "but I took very little part in combat last time, and my own actions resulted in nothing but a disaster." "You've caused less disaster than almost anyone else," Keegan said. "Corporal, I kid you not, I wish we had someone else for the role, but we don't. Even with your advice and It does little, but it's better than nothing. Besides, you're quick-witted and quick in combat. You'll be useful." "What am I going to do?" I asked.Keegan glanced at Szilard. "Your place is on the Sparrowhawk," Szilard said. "That ship's crew is the Special Forces best at this type of mission. Your job Officers advise, observe, and, when necessary, serve as liaisons between the Colonial Army's regular and special forces." "Will I go to war?" I asked. "You're a non-staff," Szilard said. "You probably won't be needed in combat." "You know this mission is unusual," Keegan said. "Because of the differences in mission and personnel composition, the colonial army's regular troops almost never come into contact with the special forces. Even when facing the same enemy, the two services often Or act independently, playing roles that are not related to each other." "I understand." I said.In fact, I know more than they think.Jane was stationed on the Sparrowhawk. As if following my train of thought, Szilard said, "Corporal, I understand that you have had a conflict with one of my men - one of my men stationed on the Sparrowhawk. I hope not Similar incidents will happen again." "Yes, sir," I said, "that was a misunderstanding. I got the wrong person. It won't happen again." Szilard nodded to Keegan. "Very well," Keegan said, "Corporal, since you have been given a new role, I think your rank is a little lower for this mission. You are now promoted to lieutenant, effective immediately. Please join us at 1500 Report to Special Forces Commander Major Creek on the Sparrowhawk. You have plenty of time to pack your things and say goodbye. Any questions?" "No, sir," I said, "but I have some requests." "It's really rare." After I finished speaking, Keegan said, "Another occasion, I would not agree to either of these two requests." "I understand, sir," I said. "However, I agree with your request. There may be some advantage in doing so. Well, Lieutenant, you may go." Harry and Jess came over as soon as I sent them a message.I told them about the assignment and promotion I had received. "Do you think Jane planned this?" Harry asked. "I know it's her," I said. "She told me before, must have lobbied someone. Maybe I'll be of any use. I'll be on my way in a few hours." "We're splitting up again," Jessie said, "and the rest of Harry's and I've been split up and assigned to other ships. We're just waiting to see what they'll do with us. " "Who knows. John," said Harry, "maybe we'll go back to Coral with you." "No, you won't," I said. "I asked General Keegan to promote you both out of the general infantry. He agreed. Your first phase of service is over and your positions have changed." "What did you say?" Harry asked. "You've been transferred to the Military Research Unit of the Colonial Army," I said. "Harry, they know you're snooping around. I convinced them it was a good thing to transfer you here before you do any harm." It's your own business. Your job is to study whatever we're going to get from Coral Planet." "But I'm not that good at it," Harry said. "I'm not that good at math." “你肯定不会被这个拦路虎挡住的。”我说，“杰茜，你也调到军事研究部门，担任辅助工作。我在匆忙中只能为你们做这么多了。那里的工作不会很有趣，但你们可以在那儿接受别的岗位培训。重要的是，你们俩将就此离开火线。” “这么做是不对的，约翰。”杰茜说，“我们的服役期还没完。我们无功受禄，排里的战友们却要重新加入战斗。你也要重返战场了。我不想这样，我应该完成服役期。”哈里也点点头。 “杰茜，哈里，拜托了。”我说，“喏，阿兰死了，苏珊和托马斯死了，玛姬死了。我的班和我的排全都牺牲了。我在这儿的所有朋友都死了，只剩下你们俩。我有个机会让你们俩活下去，于是好好把握住了。别的人，我已经无法帮助他们了，只能为你们做点什么。我需要你们活下去。你们是我在这里拥有的一切。” “你还有简。”杰茜说。 “我还不知道简对我意味着什么，”我说，“但我知道你们俩的存在对我的意义。你们现在就是我的家人。杰茜，哈里，你们是我的家人。别生我的气，我只是希望你们平安。你们一定要平平安安的。为了我。拜托了。”

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