Chapter 4 overture

The door of the room opened, and inside sat a man, looking out the window sadly.He turned around and asked, "Who the hell are you?" "Ancestor, I am Ira Visaro of the Johnson family, acting patriarch of the family." "You're here at last. Don't call me 'ancestor.' Why just acting patriarch?" the man in the chair snarled, "Is the patriarch too busy to see me? Don't I deserve him to see me? ’ He didn’t stand up, or even ask the visitor to sit down. "I beg your pardon, Your Excellency. I am the head of the family. This practice has been going on here for some time, centuries. The head of the family is called the 'acting patriarch'... ready to wait for you to return to the throne .”

"What? This is ridiculous. By the way, I haven't presided over a council meeting in a thousand years. Also, 'Your Excellency' is as bad as 'Ancestor' - just my first name. Two days ago I asked Someone asked you to come here, are you taking the sightseeing route that goes around? Or is the decree that allows me to summon the patriarch at any time has been revoked?" "I don't know the law, Patriarch; it may be a rule laid down long before this age, but it is my honor and duty to be at your call at all times. I am glad to be called. If you will tell me the name you now use , I shall be delighted and honored to be able to address you by your first name. I am so late because I have been studying Old English for thirty-seven hours since your summons. I've been told you don't want to converse in any other language."

The old man seemed a little embarrassed. "It's true that I'm not very familiar with the bird language spoken by the people of this place—my memory has been working against me lately. Even when I can understand it, I don't bother to answer it. As for the name, I forgot I used it when I checked in. What's your name. Well, 'Woodrow Wilson Smith' was my childhood name, but very rarely. 'Lazarus Dragon' is my most common name - just call me 'Lazar Road' right." "Thank you, Lazarus." "Thank you? Don't be so serious. You're not a child, or you wouldn't be the patriarch. How old are you? Are you really learning my mother tongue just to visit me? And not before In two days? Did you learn it from scratch? It takes me at least a week to master a new language and another week to get rid of the accent."

"I'm three hundred and seventy-two in standard years, Lazarus, and almost four hundred in earth years. I've learned classical English since I got this position, but only in writing. It allows me to read and communicate with the family. Relevant source material. Upon your calling, I began to learn how to listen and speak...in twentieth-century North American idioms, which is your native language. The language analyzer calculations tell me that you use It's that language." "Smart instrument. Perhaps the way I speak now is the same as when I was young; people always say the brain never forgets the language habits of youth. My accent must be as harsh and rusty as a Counbet man now. Saw...and you speak a bit like a Texan, slowly, and sometimes with a British Oxford accent. Weird. I guess the machine may have picked an accent in its memory that best matched the input sample .”

"I think so too, Lazarus, but I'm not familiar with the technology involved. Can you understand my accent?" "Oh, it's not difficult at all. Your accent is easy to understand; it's more like the average well-educated American of that era than the one I learned as a kid. I can understand it from Brugham All the dialects of Yorkshire; the accent is no problem for me. You're a nice fellow to go to that trouble. Appreciate." "It's okay. I'm a bit gifted with languages, so it shouldn't be a big problem. I've tried to communicate with each director in his native language; I'm used to picking up a new language in a short amount of time."

"Why do you do that? It's polite, though. I feel like a zoo animal in this place, with no one to talk to. These two lumps of wood—" Lazarus He raised his head and gestured to the two rejuvenation healing doctors in isolation suits and one-way helmets. They stood at the furthest distance in the room, keeping a distance from this conversation as much as possible, "— neither spoke English. , I can’t talk to them. Oh, that tall guy understands a little bit, but not enough to chat.” Lazarus whispered, pointing to the tall doctor, “Hey, you! Bring a chair for the patriarch. Hurry up!" The body movements clearly expressed his meaning.The tall healer pressed the button on the chair beside him; the chair moved, turned around, and stopped at a suitable distance opposite Lazarus.

Ira Visalo said thanks—not to the healer, but to Lazarus—and sat down.The chair automatically adjusted to his body shape, enveloping him.He breathed a sigh of relief.Lazarus said, "Is it comfortable?" "Very comfortable." "Want something to eat and drink? Do you want to smoke? You have to translate for me." "No, thank you. Shall I have something for you?" "Not now. They've been cramming me and force-feeding me once, damn it. Now that we're all sitting comfortably, let's do it." He growled suddenly. What are you doing in this prison?"

Visalo replied softly, "It's not 'prison,' Lazarus. It's the VIP suite at Howard's Rejuvenation Clinic in New Rome." "I say it's 'prison', only without the cockroaches. This window - you can't open it with a crowbar, and that door - any sound can open it... except mine. If I Going to the toilet, one of these two wooden lumps must be following me every step of the way, obviously afraid that I will drown in the toilet. Damn, I don't even know if those nurses are male or female. I don't like either sex .I don't want people holding my hands while I'm peeing! I hate that."

"I'll try to see what can be improved, Lazarus. The healers here are a little cautious, but their approach is understandable. Accidents are easy in the bathroom, and they understand that. If you are injured , No matter what the reason is, the doctors in charge at that time will be severely punished beyond the norm. They all come voluntarily and enjoy high bonuses. But they are worried every day." "I get it. 'Prison.' Well, if this place is really a suite at the Rejuvenation Clinic...where's my suicide switch?" "Lazarus - 'Death is the privilege of every man'."

"That's what I was about to say! That switch was supposed to be here, but someone removed it, and the marks are still visible. You see, I was imprisoned without a trial and deprived of my basic rights. Why? I'm pissed. You know what? You're very dangerous right now. Never tease an old dog; maybe he'll have one last bite. I'm old, yes, but I can before those lumps of wood get close to you and me Break your arm." "If it pleases you, I will gladly let you break my arm." "Really?" Lazarus Long was a little dejected, "No, it's not worth it. They can connect your arm in thirty minutes, as if it wasn't broken." He suddenly laughed, "But I could snap your neck and smash your skull. Then there's nothing the rejuvenation doctor can do."

Visaro was not irritated, nor tense. "I believe you can," he said calmly, "but I do not believe that you kill your offspring without giving him a chance to justify. Seven different genealogies confirm, sir, that you are my ancestor." Lazarus bit his lip, looking displeased. "Son, I have many descendants, and blood relatives are not important to me. But you are right, in my life, I have never killed anyone for no reason." He suddenly laughed, "But if you don't reinstall My suicide switch, and I'll probably make an exception for you." "Lazarus, if you like, I'll have them reinstall that switch right away. But—can you hear me say 'ten words' one more time?" "Well—" Lazarus said with some reluctance, "well, just 'ten words', 'eleven' will not work." Visaro only paused, then wrenched his fingers and said, "I...learned...your...language...to...explain...why...we...need...you." "You followed the 'ten words' rule," Lazarus admitted, "but then you need fifty, or five hundred, or five thousand words." "Or none at all," Visaro corrected, "Even if you don't give me any chance to explain, I'll install the kill switch for you. I promise." "Hmph!" said Lazarus, "Ella, you old rascal, I believe now that you are indeed my descendant. You labored to learn a dead language just to talk to me—and you passed judgment: Once I know this, I will not commit suicide until I hear your thoughts. Well, tell me. You can start with what I am doing here. I know - I know for sure, I did not apply for rejuvenation Surgery, but when I woke up here, I found that the treatment was half over. So I yelled for the patriarch to come to see me. Well, tell me, why am I here?" "Can we start earlier? Can you tell me what you were doing in that cheap hotel in the worst part of the Old Town?" "What am I doing? I'm waiting to die. To die peacefully and with dignity, like a worn out old horse. That's what I was doing until those of yours caught me. For a man who would not be disturbed, Can you think of a better place than a cheap hotel for someone who wants to die? As long as you pay for the bed in advance, they won't bother you again. Oh, they stole the little thing I have , even my shoes. But I was prepared. If I were them, I would do the same. Also, the vast majority of people who stay in cheap hotels are more friendly to people who are worse than themselves. Either one will pour a glass of water for the patient. That's what I want more than anything else - plus leave me alone and end my life on my own terms. That's the way it is until your people show up. Tell me, How did they find me?" "The way we found you was nothing to rave about, Lazarus. The secret service - the police? Yes, the 'police' - it took my police this long to identify you, find you and eventually find you , it's unbelievable. A captain lost his job because of it. I don't stand for inefficiency." "So you dismissed him. This is your business, I don't care. But I still don't understand. I came to Secundus from the far star, and I thought I didn't leave any traces. Last time in Chaoxing, I put Everything about me has changed... I bought the last rejuvenation treatment in Chaoxing. The family is exchanging information with Chaoxing now?" "God, no, Lazarus, we won't even give them a good look. Some of the directors even strongly suggested that the Superstar be eliminated, not just limited to the embargo." "Oh... if any super bomb hits a super star, I won't observe more than thirty seconds of silence. But I do have a reason to go there for this operation, even though I need to pay a high price for the forced tying cloning operation. But That's another topic. How the hell did you find me, kid?" "Sir, for the past seventy years, we have issued orders to find you not only here, but on every planet controlled by the family. As for how to find it-you were forcibly injected at the immigration office against Rui Beauge's vaccination, do you remember?" "Remember. As much as I'm disgusted, it's not worth fighting on the spot; I know my destination is that cheap hotel. Ella, I've been waiting for my death for a while. It's nothing, I'm ready. But I I don't want to die alone in space. I want the voice and the breath of someone to surround me. It's a little childish of me. But I believe that as soon as I hit the ground, I disappear into the crowd." "Lazarus, raber fever doesn't actually exist. If a person comes to Secundus and all conventional means of identification fail to determine the identity of that person, at such a time, 'reber fever' or something does not A non-existent epidemic will be used as an excuse to obtain a little bit of tissue from this person. What is really injected into his body is sterile neutral saline. Before the genetic map is confirmed, they should never allow you to leave the airport.” "Really? What would you do if a spaceship came to Secundus with 10,000 immigrants?" "Keep them locked up in a makeshift camp until we're done checking. However, with Earth in the predicament you're talking about, it's rare these days. But you, Lazarus, are traveling in a private ship Came here alone. That ship was worth fifteen to twenty million crowns." "It should be thirty million." "Thirty million crowns worth. How many people in the galaxy can do that? How many of those who can afford it will choose to travel alone? A situation like this should alarm them all, but they just extract your organization, accepted that you were staying at the Romulus Hilton Hotel, and let you go—you undoubtedly took on a new identity before dark." "Yes, that's right." Lazarus agreed, "However, due to the efforts of your policemen, the price of producing high-quality fake ID cards has been greatly increased. If I am not too tired and unwilling to bother, I'll make one myself. It's safer that way. Is that why I got caught? Did you extract leads from people selling fake IDs?" "No, we never found him. By the way, can you tell me who he is so we can—" "I won't say it," Lazarus snapped. "Not revealing his identity is one of the terms of my deal with him. It doesn't matter to me how many rules you have set. And, Who knows, maybe I'll use him again. Surely there are other people who need his services, people who want to hide from your men like me. Ella, although you have good intentions, I really don't like a Places that require ID. Over the centuries, I've told myself to stay away from places that are so crowded that they require ID. Most of the time, I've followed that rule. Should have followed this time, too, but I thought It won't be long before you need it. Damn it! I think I'm going to die in two days. How did you find me?" "In the most stupid way possible. Knowing that you were on this planet, I mobilized all my powers; the captain wasn't the only unlucky one. You disappeared without a trace like this, much to everyone's dismay. I The captain of the guard thinks that you have been killed and the body has been disposed of. I told him that if that is the case, he must prepare to emigrate to other planets." "Critical! I want to know where I messed up." "I wouldn't say you screwed up, Lazarus, because you managed to hide from the eyes of all the cops and spies on the planet. But I have a feeling you were definitely not killed. Indeed, in Secundus There have been murders, especially in this part of New Rome, but most of the cases have been of domestic importance. Since I issued an edict expressly requiring strict enforcement and carrying out executions in the Colosseum, there have not been many new cases. Anyway, I am sure that a person who has lived for two thousand years will not easily allow himself to be killed in a dark alley. "So I assumed you were alive, and asked myself, 'If I were Lazarus Dragon, where would I hide?' I went into meditation, thinking about that. I tried to retrace your steps until I broke Clues. Plus—" The acting patriarch raised his shawl, took out a large sealed envelope from inside, and handed it to Lazarus, "This is what you left in the safe deposit box of the Harriman Trust Fund." Lazarus took it. "It's already opened." "I opened it. It's a little early, I admit, but you wrote it to me. I read it, and the others haven't. I'll forget it now. I'd like to say one more thing: For your legacy to I'm not surprised about the family...but I'm touched that you left the spaceship for the patriarch's personal use. That's a nice ship, Lazarus; The extent of inheriting it. Sorry, I was going to explain to you why we need you, but got off topic." "I'm not in a hurry, Ella. Are you in a hurry?" "Me? Sir, apart from talking to you, the ancestor, I have no other more important tasks. Besides, it's good for me to let go a little bit. The people under me will be more efficient in managing this planet." Lazarus nodded in agreement. "That's what I've always done when I've been in charge. Take things down first, then pick the right people as quickly as possible and transfer the work to them. Have those democrats ever made trouble over the years?" "'Democrats'? Oh, you must mean 'egalitarians.' I thought you meant the Holy Democracy Church. We don't care about that church; they don't make trouble. Egalitarians every There will be a movement every few years. Of course, the banners are different, such as the Liberal Party, the League of the Oppressed, etc. It doesn’t matter what the name is. Anyway, it’s all about getting rid of the bad guys. Hold up their own bad guys. We never confront them; just infiltrate them, then arrest the leader and his family one night, let them open the way at dawn, force emigration, deportation Exit. 'Being able to live in Secundus is a privilege, not a right.'” "You're quoting something I said." "Of course. These are the exact words in the contract you signed when you transferred Secundus to the Foundation, verbatim. There will be no government on this planet, only the rules set by the Patriarch to maintain order. We have always As agreed with you, my lord; I am the only man in charge, until the day when the Board of Trustees deem it appropriate to replace me." "That's exactly what I want," agreed Lazarus, "but, boy, though it's your business, and I'll never touch that hammer of power again—but the way you root out heretics, I have some doubts. Baking powder is indispensable for making bread. A society that eliminates all heretics will go downhill. A group of sheep can at most become a group of laborers, and if you are lucky, you will degenerate into a group of savages. You may eradicate out of a thousand people There's only one thinker. They're your baking powder." "I'm afraid that's the case, Patriarch, this is one of the reasons why we need you—" "I said I would never touch the gavel of power again!" "Will you hear me out, sir? We will not ask you to assume power again. Of course, according to ancient custom, this planet is yours if you wish to take it over. But I can take your advice—" "I don't give advice; people never follow my advice." "I'm sorry. Maybe all I want is a chance to talk about the problem with someone more experienced than I am. Speaking of these heretics - we haven't wiped them out in the traditional sense; they're still alive, at least some of them Most of them are still alive. A traitor is a political prisoner. It is more appropriate to exile him to another planet than to kill him; Or them, it's such a waste. We're using them for an experiment: All deportees are transported to the same planet, Elysium. Have you heard of this planet?" "Never heard that name." "I think the best you can come across is that name, sir; we have never brought that planet into the public eye as Botany Bay. It's not quite what it sounds like." Beautiful, but also a nice place, similar to my old home before it was destroyed - I should say 'Earth' - or the same conditions as when we first arrived in Secundus: just hard enough to test people The level of will and elimination of pustules; and just enough to allow a courageous person to use his labor and sweat to support a family." "Sounds like a nice place; maybe you should stick with it. Are there any locals?" "The Natives are brutal savages...if any of them survive. We don't know about that, we don't even have a liaison there. The Natives are very stupid and hard to teach Civilized people, at the same time disobedient, cannot be used as slaves. Perhaps they could have evolved according to their own laws, but unfortunately, they encountered modern humans before they were ready. But our experiments do not involve this On the one hand, in this contest those whom we expelled must win, because we did not send them there with bare hands. What matters, Lazarus, is that those who think they can establish the ideal government of the people." Lazarus snorted disdainfully. "Maybe they can, sir," Vessaro insisted. "I don't know. That's the main thing about the experiments." "Son, are you stupid? Oh, you shouldn't be stupid, otherwise the director won't let you take power. But—how old are you now?" Visaro said calmly: "I was born nineteen centuries after you, sir; I will not argue with you about anything. But from my own experience, I do not know whether this experiment will fail; I have never Have ever seen any democratic government, not even in my numerous trips to other planets. I have only seen it in books. From what I have read, there has never been a democratic society like this in the history of humanity: Its entire population has a strong belief in democracy. So I don't know the outcome." "Well." Lazarus looked sullen, "Ella, I was going to pour all my experience with this type of government into you. But you're right, you're talking about a whole new thing—we No idea. Oh, I actually have very strong opinions, but a thousand best-reasoned opinions aren't worth the practice. Galileo proved it, and that's probably the only thing we can be sure of. Well...all those I've seen The so-called democracies that I have heard or heard of are either enforced by the elite to obey certain laws, or gradually developed by the common people, who find that in a democratic system, they can get bread and circuses by votes-but this kind of The system lasts only a short time, before it falls apart. Too bad I can't see the results of your experiment. I suspect it could become the most tyrannical tyranny imaginable; the decision of the majority Institutions allow the unruly strong to flex their muscles and oppress others. But I'm not sure. What do you think?" "The computer said—" "Never mind what the computer says. Ella, the most sophisticated machine the human brain can build is necessarily limited by the capabilities of the human brain. Anyone who disagrees with that statement just doesn't understand the second law of thermodynamics. I'm asking you idea." "Sir, I refuse to form a preconceived idea; I lack sufficient information." "Huh, you're getting old, kid. Whatever you do, even if it's just to live longer, you have to guess. If you don't have enough information to deduce a logical answer, you need to guess again and again, and you have to Guess right. Then tell me how you found me." "Okay, sir. The document just now, which is your will, clearly states that you expect to die immediately. After this—" Visarom paused, and smiled slyly—"I have to" Trying to guess without enough information and guessing right'. It took us two days to find the store where you bought some clothes to make yourself less flashy and at the same time make your The clothes are more in line with local customs. I suspect that you just bought a fake ID after buying clothes." He paused; Lazarus made no reply; Vesallo continued: "It took us another half day to find another store. You bought some more clothes there to further lower your status and make yourself more like The bottom of society - maybe you're overdoing it a bit because the store owner remembers you, not only because you paid cash, but also because the clothes you buy second hand don't compare to what you were wearing when they were new .Oh, he pretended to believe your 'masquerade party' story, and was tight-lipped. His shop was actually a bootleg sale." "Of course," agreed Lazarus, "I bought from him after I decided his business was dishonest. You just said he didn't tell me?" "That was before we enlightened his memory. The picket's position is rather awkward, Lazarus; he must have a permanent address, so he has to be honest sometimes." "Oh, I don't blame him. I made my own mistakes; I made people suspicious. I'm tired, Ella, and age doesn't forgive me, and it makes me sloppy in a hurry. A hundred years ago, I would have done a lot more beautifully. I always think that it is much more difficult to lower your status without being suspicious than to raise it." "I don't think you have anything to be ashamed of, it's a pretty good job, old man; you've kept us blind for nearly three months." "Son, the world doesn't reward you for a 'nice try.' Go ahead." "Brute force is down there, Lazarus. The shop is in the worst part of the city; we cordoned off the area, and began to sweep. Thousands of people took part in the operation. Fortunately, the operation did not It lasted a long time; we found you in the third inn we searched. I found you myself, while I was with a search party. Your genetic profile has since confirmed your identity.” Ai La Visaro smiled. "We transfused your blood before the genetic analyzer confirmed your identity; you were in very bad condition, sir." "Near hell, I'm dying, don't care what's going on around me, just do my own thing. You should do like me. Ella, do you know what you did to me? People shouldn't Died twice... I've made it through the hardest part, and I'm getting ready for the finale, like waiting for sleep. But you stepped in. I've never heard of anyone being forced into a rejuvenation treatment. If I knew you changed I will never go near this planet without this rule. Now I have to go through it all again. Either use the suicide switch - although I have always despised the idea of ​​​​suicide - or die naturally, although now it seems to have to wait A while ago. Is my old blood still there? Is it in storage?" "I'll ask the director of the clinic, sir." "Ha, that's not an answer, so don't bother lying. You've got me in a dilemma, Ella. I haven't completed the full course of treatment, but I feel better than I've been in forty years. Which means I'll either have to wait a long, boring time, or hit that kill switch when my body isn't ready to die. You meddling scoundrel, what right do you have - no, you Have this power. But on what moral basis are you interfering with my life or death?" "Because we need you, sir." "It's not for moral reasons, it's for your pragmatism. This so-called need is not mutual." "Old Ancestor, I have thoroughly studied all the historical materials about your life. In my opinion, you are a pragmatist yourself." Lazarus smiled. "That's my boy! I'm still wondering if you're going to try to pretend what you're doing to be a moral thing, like the goddamn priest. I don't trust a man who takes out my pocket and talks about morality But if he's acting in his own interest and admitting it, generally speaking, I can deal with that kind of guy." "Lazarus, if you let us finish your rejuvenation treatment, you will feel like a new life. I'm sure you know this; you've had the same treatment before." "For what, sir? After I've spent over two thousand years and tried everything in my life? After I've seen so many planets that they're all a blur in my memory? After I After countless wives, even forgetting their names?' Pray to land one last time on the Earth that gave us life—'I can't even do that; my birthplace—that lovely green planet is even worse than I'm still getting old; going back there will be a harrowing experience, not a joyous homecoming. No, boy, no matter how many rejuvenation treatments you've had, there's going to be a moment when all you have to do is turn off the lights , and fell asleep. But you, damn you, you took it all away." "I'm sorry—no, I'm not. But I ask your forgiveness." "In that case...you might be able to get my forgiveness. But not now. Why do you need me? Besides the heretics you exiled, you brought up some other issues." "Yes, but that's not what motivates me to prevent you from dying in your own way. I can fix that, in any way. I think Secundus is too crowded, and at the same time too civilized—" "Without a doubt, Ella." "So I think the family should move again." "I'm not interested in this, but I agree with you. As a rule of thumb, it can be said that whenever a planet begins to develop large cities with a population of one million or more, the planet is close to tipping point. In another century or two, this planet will not be habitable anymore. Have you figured out which planet you want to migrate to? Do you think you can get the directors to go with you? The family will go with the directors ?" "The answer to the first question is 'yes', the second is 'maybe' and the third is 'probably not'. The planet I have in mind is 'Tetius'. It is the same as Secundus , or even better than Secundus. I think a majority of the council agrees with me, but I'm not sure of an overwhelming majority. After all, such a move would require a lot, and Secundus's The environment is too comfortable, and it is difficult for most people to see the imminent danger. As for the family itself - no, I don't think we can persuade most people to move with their families... But even a few hundred thousand is enough. This It's Gideon's team—can you keep up with what I'm talking about?" "I thought you were ahead. Immigration is always about choice and progress. That's the bottom line. If they choose to immigrate, remember, it's an if. Ella, it took me a long time to make it The Persuasion family immigrated here in the twenty-third century. I couldn't have persuaded them if the Earth hadn't become a terrible place. It's luck—you need it, too." "Lazarus, I don't expect to succeed. I will try my best. If I fail, I will resign and emigrate. If I can organize a large enough emigration team to establish a colony, I will choose to go to Tetuyu S. If not, I will colonize a planet with a very small population." "Do you really think so, Ella? Or, when the time comes, do you back off and think you should stay and do your job? If a man has leadership qualities - you do, otherwise you wouldn't Sitting in this position - he will find it very difficult to relinquish power." "I do think so, Lazarus. Oh, I like running things; I know that. I wish I could lead the family on the Third Migration. But I don't have the luxury. However, I think Even without the assistance of the foundation, I will lead a team to create a new colony, preferably composed of young people who are no more than 100 years old, and the maximum is no more than 200 years old-this possibility is still relatively high. But if that fails too—" he shrugged, "—immigration is the only way for me; Secundus will give me nothing more." Visaro continued, "maybe某些方面，我的想法和您是一样的，先生。我并不希望我剩下的所有时间都坐在代理族长的位置上。我当了几乎一个世纪了；已经够了。” 拉撒路沉思着；维萨罗等待着。 “艾拉，请装上那个自杀开关。不过请明天装，不是今天。” "Okay, sir." “你就不想知道为什么吗？”拉撒路拿起那个大信封，里面是他的遗嘱，“如果你能让我相信，无论理事们怎样做，你都会移民，不管是下地狱还是上天堂，那么我就要重写这份遗嘱。如果理事们不用基金会的资金来支持这次移民的话，我各处的投资和现金账户会起到点作用——前提是没人趁我不在的时候把它们偷走。这些钱能决定这次移民是成功还是失败。我相信，理事们一定不会出资的。” 维萨罗什么话也没说。拉撒路盯着他。“你母亲没有教过你说'谢谢'吗？” “谢什么，拉撒路？为了您在死后把您再也用不着的东西留给我吗？即使您真的这样做了，也只是为了让您自己得到满足——而不是为了让我高兴。” 拉撒路笑了笑，“该死的，是这样。我真应该开个条件，让你把那个行星命名为'拉撒路'。但是我没有办法监督它的执行。好吧，我们彼此理解了。我想——对于好机器，你有没有一份敬意？” “什么？是的。就像我鄙视那些不按设计目标发挥功效的机器一样。” “我们真的彼此理解了。我想我会把'多拉'——她是我的飞船——留给你个人，而不是家族的族长——如果你领导这次移民行动的话。” “呃……您在引诱我来感谢您。” “用不着谢我。我只希望你能对她好一些。她是条可爱的飞船，只知道友善待人。她会成为你的出色的旗舰。只要增加一些简单的装备——具体规格在她的电脑里——她就能装下二十至三十人。你还能降落在地面上，待在她里头先侦察一番，还能重新发射升空。你自己的飞行器很可能做不到这一点。” “拉撒路……我既不想继承您的钱，也不想要您的飞船。让他们完成您的回春疗程吧，然后加入我们！我会退位，您来执掌大权。或者您也可以不承担任何职务。但是请一定加入我们吧！” 拉撒路阴郁地笑了笑，摇了摇头。“移民处女行星这种事，我已经参加过六次了，这还不算塞昆德斯。都是移民去我自己发现的行星。早在几百年前我就不这么干了。无论什么事，时间长了都会让人生厌。你以为所罗门和他成千上万个妻子中的每一个都过夫妻生活吗？真要那样的话，他在应付最后一个妻子时会是怎样的表现？——可怜的姑娘！给我找些新鲜事做，那样的话，我可能永远不会去碰那个自杀开关，还会把我拥有的一切都贡献给你的新殖民地。这才是公平交易，而这个只进行了一半的回春治疗不是。我感觉不好，却又死不了。所以我陷于两难了：一个是自杀，一个是做出让步，完成整个回春疗程……真像一头在两堆干草之间无法选择、最终饿死的驴子。但是，你让我做的事情必须够新奇，艾拉，而不是那种我做过一次又一次的事。我在相同的台阶上爬的次数太多，脚都疼了。” “这个问题我会考虑的，拉撒路。会认真彻底地研究一番。” “我敢打赌，你找不到任何我没有做过的事情。” “我会认真去找。在我寻找的过程中，您是不是不会用那个自杀开关？” “我不保证。修改过这份遗嘱以后我就不保证了。你手下那帮子搞法律的，他们的头头，你信得过吗？可能要请他帮个忙……因为这份遗嘱——”他用手敲了敲信封，“——只要它的内容是将财产留给家族，那么，无论它有多少法律上的瑕疵，它在塞昆德斯这颗星球上都站得住，谁也不会挑它的毛病。但如果我把遗产留给某个个人——我说的是你，我的一些后代们——应该说我的很多后代们都会放声高呼：'法律方面有漏洞！'他们会想尽一切办法，让它无效。艾拉，他们会把它冻结在法庭上，直到它被法律费用蚕食殆尽。让我们避免这种情况，好吗？” “我们可以避免。我对规则作过一些修改。在这个行星上，一个人完全可以在去世之前让他的遗嘱通过遗嘱审查。如果遗嘱存在问题，则要求法庭帮助他修改遗嘱中的语句，以实现他的意愿。遗嘱经过了这样的程序以后，任何法庭都不会受理对于该遗嘱的申诉；这份遗嘱将在此人去世后自动生效。当然，如果他变更了他的遗嘱，新遗嘱也需要经过同样的程序，遗嘱的成本也会增高。但是通过逝前遗嘱审查，即使最复杂的遗嘱也不需要律师了，而且事后律师也不能再插手。” 拉撒路兴奋得睁大了双眼，“你这么做不会惹恼律师吗？” “我惹恼了很多律师，”艾拉淡淡地说，“以至于每次向极乐行星运送移民时，不少律师都会志愿加入。另一方面，也有很多律师惹恼了我，所以每次移民中总有些被迫加入的律师。”代理族长阴沉沉地一笑，“有一次我对我的首席大法官说，'沃伦，我有很多次不得不推翻你的决定，这样的事实在太多了些。你任职后吹毛求疵，误读规则，没有做到公正裁判。你回家吧；你在家里接受软禁，直到下一次船期。在白天，你可以在警卫的看管下处理私人事务。'” 拉撒路咯咯地笑了起来。“应该把他绞死。你知道他会在极乐行星上干什么，对不对？到那儿以后，重新开张，干的还是老一套——如果那儿的人没有把他私刑处决的话。” “那是他和他们的问题，不是我的。拉撒路，我从不因为一个人愚蠢就对他处以极刑——但如果他实在太可恶了，我会把他送到外星去。如果您想修改遗嘱，一点儿都不麻烦。您只需要把所有细节和您想加上的解释口述下来，然后我们会用语意分析仪分析您口述的内容，再用严密的法律语言把它表述出来。一旦您对结果满意了，您就可以把它提交给最高法院——如果您愿意的话，也可以让他们来找您。法院将会确认遗嘱，使之生效。这样做以后，只有新的代理族长颁布的独裁法令才能让这份遗嘱失效。但我认为不太可能有这种事；理事们不会让这样一个人坐上代理族长的位置。” 维萨罗接着说：“但是我希望您能在这上头多花些时间，拉撒路。我需要一个公平的机会来为您寻找新奇事物，重新激发您对生活的兴趣。” “好吧。只是别应付我；我不会被破玩意儿糊弄过去的。让他们给我送个录音机来，就明天上午吧。” 维萨罗好像想说什么，但没有说出来。拉撒路目光锐利地看着他，“这次谈话已经被录音了？” “是的，拉撒路，这个套间里的所有声音和全息影像都被记录下来了。但是——务必请您原谅，先生！录像带只会送到我的办公桌上，在我对它进行检查并认可以前，它不会被记录在案。完全没什么。” 拉撒路耸耸肩，“算了吧。艾拉，我几百年前就知道，一个拥挤到需要身份证的社会里是没有隐私可言的。尽管有确保隐私的法律存在，但它的作用只是使那些小麦克风、摄像镜头之类设备更难被发现了。我之所以刚才没留意，是因为每次我到这类地方时，都理所当然地认为我的隐私是一定会被侵犯的，所以我不在意这些，除非我想做一些当地法律禁止的事。遇到这种情况，我就会使出我的狡狯手段。” “拉撒路，那些记录是可以清除的。进行记录的唯一目的是让我确信老祖被照料得很好。这种责任，我无法委托给其他人。” “我说过，'算了吧。'不过，你的天真还是让我感到非常吃惊。坐在你这个位置上的人怎么会认为这些记录只会送到你的办公桌上？我可以和你打赌，赌多大都行，记录一定会送到其他一个、两个、甚至更多的地方去。” “如果是这样，拉撒路，要是让我找到哪儿出了问题，极乐行星就会有一些新移民了——去那里之前，他们还会在斗兽场度过一些很不愉快的时光。” “艾拉，这没什么。如果有哪个蠢货想看一个老头子如何在马桶上呻吟或是洗澡，就让他看吧。正因为你说了这个记录是个秘密，只能由你过目，这才导致了它不再是什么秘密。安全部门的人总是喜欢窥视他们的老板；他们忍不住，这是这个职业的通病。你吃过晚饭了吗？如果你有时间和我共进晚餐，我会很高兴的。” “我非常荣幸能够和老祖共进晚餐。” “哦，别这么说，朋友；变老没有什么值得骄傲的。需要的时间长些而已。我希望你留下来是因为我喜欢有人陪着我。那边站的那两个人可不是陪我的；我甚至不能确定他们是不是人类。可能是机器人。为什么他们穿着那样的潜水服、戴着发光的头盔？我想看到人的面孔。” “拉撒路，那是全套隔离服。是为了保护您不被感染，而不是保护他们。” “什么？艾拉，真要有什么小虫子咬了我，死的是它，不会是我。除此之外，为什么他们必须穿那些衣服，而你穿着平常的衣服就进来了？” “不完全是这样，拉撒路。我这次来，目的就是想和您进行一次普通的、面对面的谈话。在进来前的两个小时里，我经过了最为严格的身体检查，然后是从头到脚的消毒，包括皮肤、头发、耳朵、指甲、牙齿、鼻子、喉咙，甚至还吸入了一种我叫不出名的什么气体，我很不喜欢。我的衣服经过了更为彻底的消毒。连我带给您的信封也被消毒了。这个套间是无菌的，也会一直保持无菌状态。” “艾拉，这样的预防措施很愚蠢。除非我的免疫力被故意降低了。” “没有。或者这么说，'我认为没有'。没有理由这么做，任何移植器官都会理所应当地取自您自己的克隆体。” “这样的话，这些隔离措施就完全没有必要了。我在那个廉价旅馆里什么病都没染上，现在怎么会得病？我从来不会染上什么病。有一次瘟疫爆发期间，我当过内科医生——别这么惊讶；医生只是我从事过的五十多个职业里的一个。那次是在善神行星爆发了一种不知名的瘟疫；每个人都被传染了，百分之二十八的人死了。但你面前的这个人什么事都没有，连个喷嚏都没打过。所以告诉那些人，不，你应该通过诊所的所长告诉他们；越级管理会挫伤别人的积极性。我自己都不知道我为什么要关心这个机构的人员积极性，我只是个不情愿的客人而已。告诉所长，如果我必须有一个护士的话，我希望他们能穿得像护士。或者说，最好能像个人样。艾拉，如果你想让我提供任何形式的协助，你必须先跟我合作。否则，我会赤手空拳弄断你的关节。” “我会和所长说的，拉撒路。” “很好。现在咱们吃晚饭吧。但我想先喝上一杯。如果所长认为我不能喝酒的话，那就直截了当地告诉他，让他准备下一次强迫喂食吧——喂食管说不定会插在谁的喉咙里呢；我可没心情任人摆布。这个行星有真正的威士忌吗？我上次在这里的时候还没有。” “我不喝那个。但我想，本地的白兰地很不错。” “很好。如果没有选择，白兰地也不错。请拿一瓶曼哈顿白兰地来——也不知这儿的人知不知道我说的是什么酒。” “我知道，而且我也喜欢这酒。研究您的生平时，我学了一些历史上的酒文化。” “不错。你来点酒和晚餐。我听听，看能听懂多少。我觉得我的记忆已经恢复一点点了。” 维萨罗和一个医师说了几句；拉撒路打断了他，“应该是三分之一的甜味美思酒，而不是一半。” “啊？您听懂了？” “大部分吧。你们的语言来自印欧语系，语法和句法都作了简化；我慢慢记起来了。真该死，如果有谁像我一样，不得不学习这么多的语言，很容易就会忘掉一种。好在又慢慢想起来了。” 酒和晚餐很快就上来了，速度快得让人怀疑是否有专人在一旁待命，随时为这位老祖和代理族长准备他们要的任何食物。 维萨罗举起了自己的酒杯，“祝您长寿。” “才怪。”拉撒路哼了一声，喝了口酒。他做了个鬼脸，“呸！劣等酒。好在里头还有酒精。”他又喝了一口，“舌头麻木以后会觉得味道好些。好吧，艾拉，圈子兜得够大的了。你把我从理应得到的平静中抓回来的真正原因是什么？” “拉撒路，我们需要您的智慧。” 拉撒路惊恐地瞪大了眼睛，“你说什么？” “我说，”艾拉·维萨罗重复道，“我们需要您的智慧，先生。我们真的需要。” “濒死的时候，人会做各种各样的怪梦。我差点以为我又开始做那种梦了。孩子，你找错人了，试试别人去吧。” 维萨罗摇了摇头。“不，先生。哦，如果'智慧'这个词冒犯了您，我们可以换个说法。但我们确实需要学习您的经验。您的年龄比家族内排名第二的长者还要大两倍多。您提到您从事过五十多种职业。您什么地方都去过，见的比任何人都多，知道的东西也比我们中的任何一个人多得多。要说做事，我们现在并不比两千年前强多少，也就是您年轻的时候。您肯定知道我们为什么至今仍在犯着先辈们已经犯过的错误。如果您还没有向我们传授您的经验就匆匆离开我们，那将是一个极大的损失。” 拉撒路皱着眉头，咬着嘴唇，“孩子，我学到的东西不多，其中之一就是：人们几乎从不学习其他人的经验。就算他们真要学点什么——这种时候并不太多——也只会从自己的经历中学习，以最痛苦的方式，从自己的失败、教训中学习。” “这真是金玉良言！值得永远铭记。” “哼！不会有人从这句话里学到任何东西；这正是这句话的意思。艾拉，年龄并不能带来智慧。很多情况下，它只是把纯粹的愚蠢来一番改头换面，变成自负和狂妄。根据我的经验，年龄唯一的优势在于它能看到变化。年轻人把这个世界看作一幅静止的图画，恒久不变。而老人经历过太多的变化，他知道这是一幅运动中的图画，永不停止。他也许并不喜欢变化——我就不喜欢——但他知道这个世界就是这样。而知道这一点，正是应对这些变化的第一步。” “您这些话，我可以把录音公开吗？” “什么？这不是智慧，陈词滥调罢了，是最明显的事实，再蠢的傻子都不会否认。” “但出自您的口中，这些话就更有分量了，前辈。” “想怎么做就怎么做吧；这只是普通常识。但要是你把我当成曾经亲眼凝视过上帝真容的什么圣人，那你可就大错特错了。我连想都没想过这个宇宙是怎么回事，更别提思考它的终极目的和意义何在了。要搞清楚这个世界的最基本的问题，你得站在这个世界之外来看它，而不是身处其中。这样不行，两千年不行，两万年也不行。也许当一个人死了以后，他会摆脱这种身在其中的狭窄视域，从整体上把握这个世界。” “那么您是相信来世的了？” “等一等！我不'相信'任何事。我只是根据经验知道某些特定的事，一些小事情，而不是上帝的九十亿个名字。但我没有什么信仰。信仰妨碍学习。” “我们想要的正是这个，拉撒路：您学到的那些事。尽管您说那没什么，仅仅是些'小事'。任何一个像您一样长寿的人必定学到了很多东西，否则您不可能活这么久——请原谅我这么说。我们中的大多数人都是非正常死亡。我们的预期寿命比先辈们长得多，非正常死亡于是成了无法避免的事：交通事故、谋杀、野兽袭击、运动致死、飞行员的错误、一小块让道路变滑的泥浆……到头来，总会有某件事置我们于死地。您的生活并不祥和安宁，事实上正相反！可您却在二十三个世纪里成功地渡过了多次险境。您是怎么做到的？不可能是因为运气好。” “为什么不可能？最不可能发生的事也会发生，艾拉，不能预测的只有小孩子的行为。当然，每次迈步我都会仔细检查落脚处。只要能回避，我决不正面冲突，不得不和对方冲突时，我总会使用最卑鄙、最有效的手段。如果我不得不搏斗，我想让他死，而不是我，所以我会尽力使事情朝那个方向发展。这跟运气没关系，或者说关系不大。”拉撒路眨了眨眼睛，沉吟着，“我从不跟大趋势对着干。有一回，一些暴徒想用私刑处死我，我根本没打算和他们讲道理；我只是尽可能快地跑远点，而且再也没有回去过。” “有关您的记录中没有记载这件事。” “没记录的事情多着呢。我们的晚餐来了。” 房门再次开了，一张供两人使用的餐桌滑进来，停在两把椅子之间，然后自动打开，供就餐者使用。两个医士悄无声息地走了过来，提供并不需要的服务。维萨罗说道：“闻起来还不错。您用餐时有什么规矩吗？” “什么？你是说祈祷之类？没有。” “不是那种。比如说，如果我的一个手下和我一同吃饭，我不会让他在饭桌上讨论公事。但是，如果您允许的话，我希望能继续我们的谈话。” “当然，为什么不？只要别提什么影响胃口的事就行。你听说过牧师对老处女说的话吗？”拉撒路看了看身边的医士，“这个话题也许现在不合适。我觉得这个个儿矮一些的是位女士，而且可能懂一些英语。你刚才说什么来着？” “我在说您的记录并不完整。既然您已经决心要离开人世，为什么不考虑把没被记录的那部分经历告诉我和您其他的子孙后代呢？您只需要讲就行了，把您见过做过的事告诉我们。对此加以仔细分析后，我们一定会受益良多。比如，2012年那次家族会议上到底发生了什么事？会议记录叙述得不够清楚。” “现在谁还关心那些，艾拉？参加会议的人都死了。我讲的只是我自己的版本，其他人连反驳的机会都没有。就让它自生自灭吧。而且，我告诉过你，我的记忆力出了问题。我用过安迪·利比的催眠技术——这些技术很不错——还学了如何分级存储那些不是每天都会用到的记忆。需要的时候，我可以用关键词打开一个层级的记忆库，就像计算机一样。还有，我还洗过几次脑，清除了一些无用的记忆，好为新信息腾出记忆空间。采取了这么多措施，可效果还是不怎么样。我经常会忘记前天晚上看的书放在哪儿了，然后用整个上午的时间来找它，最后才想起那本书其实是一个世纪以前看的。为什么你不能让一个老人一个人安安静静地待着、不受打扰呢？” “如果您真想这样，只需要告诉我闭嘴就行，先生。但我希望您别这么说。即使您的记忆已经不完整了，可您仍旧见证了很多我们这些小辈因为太年轻而没有经历的事情。噢，我并没有要求您写一部正式的、讲述您所有经历的自传。但您可以回忆您愿意谈的任何事。比如，我们没有任何有关您早期经历的记录。我——以及成千上万的其他人——对于您记忆中的少年时代的任何事都非常感兴趣。” “那有什么可回忆的？我的少年时代和其他男孩一样——努力不让家长发现我干的勾当。”拉撒路擦了擦嘴，若有所思地说，“总体上讲，我是成功的。有几次我被抓住后挨了痛打，让我下次做事时更加小心——我的嘴更严了，编造谎言时注意不要过于复杂。撒谎是一门精巧的艺术，艾拉，看样子这门艺术快要失传了。” “真的？我没有看到任何衰败的迹象。” “我是说作为一门精巧艺术的说谎方式。现在仍然有很多蠢笨的说谎者，有多少张嘴就有多少个说谎的人。你知道两种最艺术的说谎方式是什么吗？” “可能不知道，但我愿意学习。只有两种吗？” “据我所知只有两种。单凭一副诚挚的面孔说谎是远远不够的；任何一个脸皮够厚不会脸红的人都能做到。第一种艺术的说谎方式是说事实，但不是所有的事实。第二种方式也是要讲事实，但是更困难一些：要精确地讲出事实，而且还可能是全部事实……但却要以一种令人生疑的方式讲述，从而使你的听众确信你在说谎。 “我在十二或十三岁时懂得了这些，是从我的外祖父那儿学到的。我从他那儿学到了很多东西。他是一个吝啬的老恶棍，从不去教堂，也不看医生——他说医生和教士其实根本不懂他们假装在做的那些事。他八十五岁的时候还能咬动坚果，能伸直胳膊抓起一个七十磅重的铁砧。大约就是在那个时候，我离开了家，从此再也没有见过他。家族记录上说，我离家几年后，他在不列颠战役的伦敦轰炸中死去了。” “我知道。当然，他也是我的祖先，我就是以他的名字命名的。艾拉·约翰逊。” “哦，对，他是叫这个名字。我只叫他'外公'。” “拉撒路，这正是我想记录下来的事。艾拉·约翰逊不仅是您的外祖父、长我很多辈的祖先，也是这里或其他地方的很多人的祖先。除了您刚才告诉我的寥寥几句话以外，对于他我们只知道一个名字、出生日期、死亡日期，再没有别的了。您一下子让他复活了，成了一个人，一个独特的、多姿多彩的人。” 拉撒路沉吟着说：“我倒从来不觉得他'多姿多彩'。事实上，他是个讨厌的老笨蛋。按那时的标准看，他对一个正在成长的孩子并没有施加什么'好的影响'。嗯，在我家住过的小镇里，传过一个年轻女教师和他之间的什么事，可以说是丑闻。我是说，在当时是'丑闻'。我想这可能就是我们搬家的原因。我一直没搞明白这到底是怎么回事，大人们从来不在我面前提起这件事。 “但我确实从他那里学到了很多东西；比起我的父母来，他有更多的时间和我交谈——或者说他用了更多的时间。有些话我到现在还记得。'永远别忘了切牌，伍迪。'他这么说，'即使切了牌，你仍然有输的时候，但不会那么频繁，那么多。还有，在你输的时候，别忘了微笑。'诸如此类的话。” “您还能记起一些他说的别的话吗？” “什么？这么多年以后？当然记不得。好吧，也许还有一些。他曾经带我到小镇南边教我射击。那时我可能只有十岁，他有……嗯，我不记得了；对我来说，他看上去总是比上帝还要老九十岁。他钉好一个靶子，先自己开了一枪，向我演示怎么才能击中靶子上的黑圈。然后他递给我一支来复枪，那种点二二小口径单发枪，威力一般，不过对付钉好的靶子和罐头盒已经足够了。'好了，已经上好膛了；像我那样射击。手要稳，放松，然后开火。'我这样做了，但我只听到咔嗒一声，枪里并没有射出子弹。 “我跟他说了，然后准备打开枪的后膛。他打开我的手，用另一只手从我手里夺走了枪，还狠狠敲了一下我的脑袋。'卡壳的事，我是怎么跟你说的，伍迪？你想一辈子只有一只眼睛吗？要不然，你只是想杀死你自己？如果是后者的话，我可以告诉你几种更好的方法。' “然后他说，'现在认真看着点。'然后他打开枪膛。里面是空的。我说：'可是，外公，你告诉我枪已经上膛了。'妈的！艾拉，我亲眼看到他给枪上膛的——我以为我看见了。 “'我是这么说的，伍迪，'他说，'可我撒了个谎。我做了那些动作，却把弹夹藏在手掌里了。现在想想，关于上了膛的枪，我都告诉你什么了？认真想想，准确回答……否则你又要逼我好好敲敲你的脑瓜了，让你的脑袋清醒清醒，工作得更好一些。' “我很快地想了想，给出了正确的回答。外公的手是很重的。'枪上没上膛的事，永远不要相信其他人的话。' “'正确，'他说，'永远别忘了这句话，而且要照着做！否则你不会活得很久。' “艾拉，我一辈子都牢记这句话——火器时代结束后，我把这句话应用到其他类似的情况下。这句话好几次救了我的命。 “接着他让我自己装上子弹，然后说：'伍迪，我要和你打赌，赌注是半个美元——你有没有半个美元？'我本来有很多钱的，可我和他赌过几次，于是只剩下二十五美分了。'好吧，'他说，'就赌二十五美分吧；打赌时我从不让人赊账。我赌二十五美分你打不中那个靶子，更不用说靶子上的黑圈了。' “之后他拿走了我的二十五美分，接着向我说明了我刚才的射击动作中存在的问题。等他准备休息的时候，我已经学会熟练使用这支枪了。我想和他再赌一次。可他笑话我，说我应该感谢他这堂课这么便宜。请把盐递给我。” 维萨罗把盐递给了他，“拉撒路，如果我能找到什么办法，让你好好回忆回忆您的外祖父，或是其他任何事情，我敢肯定我们能从您学到的无数东西中获益。这些都是非常重要的经验——无论您愿不愿意把它们叫做智慧。在过去的十分钟里，您讲述了好几个基本原理，或者说处世规则，您愿意怎么叫就怎么叫吧——尽管您并不是有意要讲给我听的。” "for example?" “哦，比如，绝大多数人只是通过自己的经历来学习——” “正确，甚至可以说绝大多数人连自己的经历都不学，艾拉。永远不要低估人类的愚蠢。” “还有，关于说谎的艺术您也谈了不少，是三点吧，您提到一个谎言永远不要太复杂。您还提到信仰阻碍学习，以及，应对某件事的第一步是要了解它。” “我没那么说——嗯，也可能是这么说的。” “我概括了您讲的话。您还说永远不要和大趋势对抗——我这样总结这句话的意思：永远不要一厢情愿，或者'正视现实，而后采取相应的行动'。但是我很喜欢您的表达方式；您说得更有趣。还有那句'永远别忘了切牌'。我已经很多年没玩过纸牌了，但我觉得这句话是说明：在事件结果呈随机分布的情况下，永远不要忽视任何一个可以使自己获胜机会最大化的手段。” “哈。如果是我的外祖父，他会说，'少来这套漂亮话，小子。'” “那好吧，我们就用他的原话：'永远别忘了切牌——失败时要微笑。'这些话是经过您的加工之后再安在他头上的吗？” “哦，那是他的原话。唔，我想是他的原话。该死的，艾拉，经过这么长时间以后，真正的记忆和对于真正记忆的记忆的记忆的记忆，这一切都混在一块儿了，很难区分开来。回顾过去的时候常常会发生这种事：你对历史作了一番重新编辑和整理，使它更容易被人接受——”