Chapter 3 hotel

Ig stood by the window and stared for a long time.Mars in the field of vision has a taste of bagpipes. The hotel room is very bright.The glass wall extends from the roof to the ground, unfolding an unobstructed view, from the foot to the sky.The red desert is long and peaceful, like a volume of poetry with no beginning and no end, rough and vast. Is this where you want to bury yourself, Ig asked in his mind. It was his first time to come to Mars, but he had seen this landscape before.When I went to the teacher's house for the first time at the age of fifteen, the wall of the teacher's house was projected with this everlasting red.He stood at the door, looking at the sand and stones on the wall, terrified and afraid to enter.The teacher sat in a high-backed velvet chair, facing the wall, with his back to the door, his blond hair faintly protruding from the edge of the chair back, shining in the setting sun.The melody of bagpipes was playing in the house, the sound was very good, and the sound seemed to come from all directions.The desert in the picture looks motionless at first glance, but upon closer inspection, it is always moving.It seems to be taken from an aerial view of a ship flying close to the ground. The speed is not fast, but the stones fly past in a hurry.A dark starry sky is the distant background.He stared blankly at the door, and after an unknown amount of time, the picture suddenly broke into a deep ditch without warning, and he let out a low cry, knocking down the slender wooden sculpture at the door.He hurriedly leaned over to help him, and when he raised his head again, the teacher was already standing in front of him, holding his shoulders, and said, "Is it Yige, come in and sit down."He looked at the wall again in a trance, the rough desert had disappeared, and there were only faint stripes of wallpaper on the white wall.Bagpipes circled the room in emptiness.Suddenly he was a little disappointed.

Iger did not mention this experience to anyone, and even rarely talked about it during the ten years he spent with his teacher.This is the secret between him and the teacher. Between the two people, there are two worlds.The teacher rarely talked about Mars with him.He taught him video techniques, but stopped showing him videos of Mars. Ten years later, Yige finally met the real Mars continent.At this moment, the bagpipes played automatically in his mind.He stood by the window for a long time, staring at it for a long time, and reunited with his youthful memories after a long absence. ※※※

After taking a hot bath, Iger sat down on the small sofa and stretched his legs.The hotel is very comfortable and people can relax quickly. Iggy likes to be alone.Despite his ability to get along with anyone, despite his ability to attend film events, and despite the variety of people he has to deal with in order to make a film, he still prefers to be alone.When getting along with people, he always holds the breath in his chest, and is keenly alert. Only when he returns to the state of a person, does the breath fall back into his stomach, allowing him to relax and feel his own existence again.

He sank into the small sofa, raised his head slightly, and looked up at the ceiling.He is very curious about everything here. He had imagined countless things before coming here, but after coming here, he found that the reality is still very different from the imagination.He can't say whether the reality is higher than the imagination, or the imagination is higher than the reality, it can only be said that it is different, not in the same direction.Since he was fifteen years old, he began to imagine what kind of place Mars is, where the teacher can live here for eight years and never forget to return.

In his imagination, this is the last utopia of mankind, far away from the secular world and highly intelligent.He knew how different this kind of imagination was from the general evaluation on Earth, but he didn't take it seriously. He looked around, and the room in front of him was very similar to the one above Maeus: the desk was transparent, the wardrobe was transparent, and the bedposts were also transparent.Transparent blue in different shades.The small sofa is also transparent, it seems to be some kind of inflated fiberglass, the curved ends are upturned, and can change shape according to the pressure of the body.The external wall is also completely transparent, and he can see far away while sitting on the sofa.Only the wall facing the corridor is milky opaque, which isolates neighbors and guests.The whole room is like a crystal box, even the roof is translucent, sky blue like frosted glass, you can see the sun hanging above the head, shining dimly, like a white chandelier.

He sat, thinking about the meaning of this transparency.From a certain point of view, transparency is a sensitive word.A house is a personal space, and transparency often implies prying eyes.When all the houses are transparent, prying expands into collective gaze.He knows what that means.He can extend this as a symbol, a symbol that symbolizes the conquest of individual privacy by the collective, as a symbol of political consciousness, allegory in hints. Such an angle would be very in line with the mainstream thinking of the earth, and the film would also attract a lot of attention.It is such evidence that earthly individualist thinkers await, strong eyewitness evidence of a "heavenly hell" denouncing it.This would provide a favorable basis for their attack on Mars.But Yige is unwilling to do this, at least not willing to give up his position easily.He has his own curiosity in his heart.He did not believe that a place full of mental oppression could allow the teacher to stay voluntarily for eight full years.

He didn't tell anyone why he came to Mars.He wondered if anyone could have guessed. His mentorship has never been a secret, and he was selected into the delegation this time, on the surface because he won the award the year before, but he knew in his heart that it was largely because of his teacher that Tyne recommended him.He accepted the task without inquiring, and Tyne did not explain.He knew that Tyne had a close relationship with the teacher. At the teacher's funeral, he had seen Tyne's bald head wearing sunglasses, from the beginning to the end. He gently took out the small chip in his pocket and looked at it in the palm of his hand.The teacher's dying memories are all in it.It is said to be a record of turning brainwave signals into images of 0 and 1.He does not believe in this technology intellectually, but he is willing to believe it emotionally.When a person dies, if his memory survives, if he can still decide where it goes, the dissolution of death is not so powerful.

※※※ Iggy got hungry, stood up, and found the ordering screen on the wall.There were some strange names on the menu, and he picked a few at random.The food was delivered very quickly. It took only six or seven minutes for the small lights on the wall to come on. A tray was lifted up from the black glass passage, like a tiny elevator. After it came to a complete stop, the small door went up . Yige leaned over to take out the tray, and looked at the food on the plate with great interest.This is his first direct contact with Martian food.On Maeus, the food ingredients of the Earth delegation were loaded from the Earth, and there was no Martian element during the entire voyage.He has heard various rumors many times, and his imagination is full of bloody pirate stories.Some say Martians eat worms in the sand, others say they eat plastic and metal scraps, and so on.There are always some people who like to use an exaggerated tone to describe things they have never seen, and gain the complacency of so-called civilized people from the hypothetical barbarism.

Iggy looked at the tray in his hand, his thoughts racing.He didn't know if he should take some mysterious and beautiful dining table pictures, add a touch of sentimentality, and throw them to the fashion film media, so that people's imagination of savagery can be transformed into yearning for exotic customs.He knows it's easy, and it happens from time to time. He suddenly remembered the teacher's dying words.To have fun, use your head; to believe, use your heart and eyes.He didn't know what to believe.He saw the teacher's appearance at that time, with thinning hair, curled up in a high-backed velvet chair, it was already difficult to speak, but he tried his best to mobilize his two hands to gesture in the air, his movements were slow and trembling slightly.

"To be interesting, use here; to believe, use here and here." The teacher said in a hoarse voice. In the first one, the teacher pointed to the head; in the second and third, the teacher pointed to the eyes with one hand and the heart with the other. Iger wasn't listening very intently at the time.Just looking at the teacher's slender fingers is like looking at two windmills that won't turn.He thought that the teacher was still young, and fifty-five years old should be a mature man, but he curled up in the thick blanket like a thin child.He thought that a lifetime of courage was so useless at this moment, and his heart was empty.

"Language is the mirror of light." The teacher said slowly again. Yige nodded, not quite understanding. "Don't forget the light for the mirror." "Yeah. I remember." "Listen. Take it easy." "Listen to what?" The teacher didn't answer.He stared at the air in the room, as if he had lost consciousness, his eyes were a little cloudy.Yige waited for a while, a little flustered, afraid that the teacher would pass away.Fortunately, the teacher moved his finger again, and it looked like an iceberg with a broken edge in the sunset through the window. "If you can go to Mars, take this... take it." Igor followed the teacher's finger and saw the button-like chip on the small table.Yige was struck by the coldness of the picture.The teacher is placing the posthumous self.He pointed out his true location with his fingers, and bid farewell to memory with his physical body.His words were slurred but calm, which suddenly made Ig feel very sad. That night, the teacher fell into a coma and bid farewell to the world two days later.During this time he woke up once and wanted to write some words to Ig, but he only wrote the letter B, then trembled again, and fell unconscious again.Yige stayed by the bed all the time, but the teacher couldn't wake up in the end. ※※※ Yige ate his breakfast in silence, forgetting to comment on the taste for a long time.When he returned from memory to reality, most of the food on the plate had disappeared, leaving two small round cakes and some mashed potato-like side dishes.He forked the round pancake and chewed it, but he seemed to have lost his sense of taste, he didn't think it was delicious, nor did he think it was bad. He wanted to turn his attention back to his own film, to get rid of his overwhelming vulnerability.Maybe it should be a visual feast, he thought, a baroque dance.After all, everything here flows so baroque and so gorgeously.He stroked the table, the curve of which comforted his palm.He didn't care about many places at first glance, but the more he stared at them, the more fresh and interesting he found them.The glass at the edge of the table is decorated with the lines of the fountain, the mirror frame on the wall resembles a rising flame, and the tray is surrounded by carved flowers.These decorations are inconspicuous, but they give the room a strong baroque beating: the sense of flow on the edges and the sense of flying in the details.Many pieces of furniture are connected to the walls. Tables, beds and wardrobes are integrated like a waterfall turning around rocks, while the curvature of the table corners is like light waves.Iger found it interesting.He always thought that Mars would advocate precise and sharp mechanical aesthetics, but he didn't expect to see such softness and simplicity, as if he had walked into a valley and stream far away from the hustle and bustle. Iger took out his shooting glasses, put them on, let his eyes walk around the room again, and saved them.Then take out all the small devices in the box and place them around: temperature distribution recorder, air composition measurement meter, and sunlight tracking timer.The little balls are active, like dinosaur eggs waking up. Yige knew that it would be a very flattering way to focus on the beauty of exotic places.Every difference in decoration here can generate a distant and mysterious beauty in the eyes of the audience on the earth.This is to allow the photographer and the place to be photographed to have a sufficient psychological distance, to look at it like a painting, and to ignore all spiritual conflicts. He didn't want to shoot like this all the time.If this is the case, the Mars officials must be the most satisfied.From the beginning of their arrival at the station, they expressed friendly courtesy to Iger and told him in enthusiastic official terms that they welcome him very much and welcome him to show the appearance of Mars to the earth, hoping that his works can enhance the beauty of both parties Mutual trust.Iger kept smiling and nodding, saying yes, he believed Mars was a beautiful place.They shook hands amicably in the corridor of the airport, and Iger also used his camera aircraft to capture this serious scene. In Yige's mind, he wasn't hypocritical, but he couldn't fully approve of this friendship, and he didn't want to rashly express his opinion under the circumstances of insufficient observation.Iger didn't trust any officials, but he believed in one thing: Opportunities to be heard needed to be saved.He often needs to travel around, so he knows that in the face of various opinions, he only insists on when it is most necessary, and seeing is more important than saying at other times. In the delegation, more than one person had expressed his opinion on his upcoming film.Professor Chuck in the United States once kindly hinted that his totalitarianism would not allow people to see the truth.Colonel Hopman from Germany was more straightforward. He said that Iger was still young, so it was best not to get involved in too many things that he didn't understand.Ig knew he was talking about politics.He can understand.He is just a director and has no qualifications to intervene in the delegation.Not only the political intervention, but even the intervention of video is problematic. Video is evidence, which always reduces the possibility of various interpretations of history in the future to a certain extent.No one gave him really good advice.In the small bar of Maeus, the figures passing by Yige always smiled and patted him on the shoulder, telling him to cheer up, then turned around and lowered their conversation by two decibels. Only Tyne has been enthusiastically giving him various positive suggestions, seeing the trip as a business opportunity. dramatic!Drama is key. When Tyne said this, his expression was very dramatic.He's a businessman, and while he always looks like a surfer on vacation by the sea, he's the most wily businessman ever.Failure to capture the senses of the audience is the biggest failure in his eyes.As long as the plot is ups and downs, he doesn't care about other things, freedom or totalitarianism, he doesn't care at all, even if he satirizes himself, he doesn't care. Ige looked at the people around him, feeling like he was sitting around the island and watching the cars hurrying by.He didn't care much about these attitudes.What they were targeting was not what he was looking for, like an arrow that missed without protection.Suggestions from various parties are like knots gathered from all directions, and he himself is a soap bubble in the knots. The closer the knots are, the more he expands to another dimension.He nodded to everyone because he hadn't found what he was looking for.If found, he believes he will stick to it. He crossed 90 million kilometers and flew through the black night sky, not to complete a proposition composition with flowers and plants.What he was looking for was a dose, a refreshing cure for what he saw as a disease in the marrow of the earth. He was reluctant to jump to conclusions.He still needs more information.He's shooting a script that hasn't happened yet.He wants the future to determine the present.There is no end, so he cannot name the beginning. ※※※ After breakfast, Yige was a little tired.Getting along with the officials of the delegation day and night kept him in a state of tension all the time.Everything was relaxed at this moment, and tiredness came over him immediately. He fell on the bed, stretched his limbs completely, and soon fell into a deep sleep.He had a long dream.In the dream, he met the teacher's back again.He often dreamed of the teacher's back, sitting in a high-backed chair, whispering long words that he couldn't understand clearly.He always wanted to go around to the front, see the teacher's face clearly, and hear the teacher's words clearly, but he just couldn't do it.He was always unable to do things in his dreams. He ran a long way, crossed mountains and rivers, and was exhausted from running, but he just couldn't get to the front of the chair. Woke up from the dream, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon.He looked beyond the wall, where the setting sun drew long, sharp lines of light and shade on the earth.He knew that Mars and Earth had roughly the same time, so the welcome dinner was about to begin.He lay on the bed and didn't want to move. He closed his eyes, and there was still a dream floating in front of him. Am I going to stay here like a teacher, Ig suddenly thought.He knew that he had no reason to stay, but in the eyes of ordinary people, the teacher back then had no reason to stay either.It was eighteen years ago, when Mars and Earth had the first personnel exchange, and the teacher came to Mars as a spokesperson for the film and television industry to learn new imaging techniques.But he didn't go back after he came. He only handed over the necessary software, hardware and operation steps to Maeus to bring back to Earth.The media on the earth was in an uproar, and no one could guess his reason and purpose.He was thirty-seven years old at the time, at the height of his career, a producer of award-winning films, a new authority in the industry, a good relationship with those around him, no reason to run away, no reason to betray.Some reports say he was detained by officials after learning of Martian secrets, while others say he was planning to spend a longer time learning more useful tricks. Iger was only seven years old at the time, and he was still ignorant of everything, but he also remembered the endless comments and analysis on the Internet.The rumors continued intermittently, and broke out to the top in the year when the teacher returned to Earth, and broke out into daily forced interviews and follow-up reports.The teacher remained silent and refused to provide any clues until the end of his life. Iger has been watching the whole incident, so he has become cautious in his words and no longer speculates about the reasons for the incident.He knows that outsiders can know anything, except for reasons.He does not even easily predict what he does, for he knows that it is impossible to know the reason without knowing the real situation. ※※※ The tortoise-like duster crawled slowly along the wall.The room looked very quiet in the sunset.The setting sun is not orange-red, but still pale white. It just shoots in obliquely from the wall, setting each object with a bright light edge, which is very different from the transmission of the roof. Iggy got up, sat by the window, and touched the still life painting on the wall next to the bed.The picture disappeared, the screen lit up, and the mirror trembled slightly like water waves.A little girl appeared on the screen, with a red plaid skirt, a white lace waist, a small straw hat, and a sweet smile.This is the virtual doll of the hotel service. "Hi, good afternoon, the weather is fine. My name is Vera. What can I do for you?" "Hello. My name is Igg. I want to ask about the transportation methods here on Mars. I mean, how to get a bus, how to book a ticket, how to find a road map." The little doll blinked.A few seconds later, she smiled, showing two dimples, pulled up her skirt and bowed, the skirt swayed like an open flower umbrella. "Hello, Mr. Iger. The main mode of transportation on Mars is the tunnel car. There is no need to book a ticket or pay. There is a small station near each house, and a car passes by every ten minutes. You can take it to the nearest A large transfer station, and then select cross-district trains according to the map. The station has a route map, which can be searched intelligently. It takes 150 minutes to go around Mars City." "Thank you, I've now understood." "Do you need other services? We provide city function introduction, museum index, shopping guide." "Can you...can you inquire?" "Which side are you inquiring about?" "Look up a person's contact information." "Of course. The name or studio you'd like to inquire about, please." "Brow. Janet Brow." "... Ms. Janet Brow, Russell District, Researcher, Studio 3, Tarkovsky Image Archive, residence: Russell District, Longitude 7, Latitude 16, No. 1. You can give Ms. Brow your personal space Leave a message, or you can connect to her studio for a call." "Okay thank you." "The above information has been stored in your guest room page. Do you need to contact me now?" "No." Yige thought about it carefully, "I don't need it for now." "Do you need any other inquiries?" "Let me think about it. There is another person, probably named Luoying Sloan. A student who returned from studying abroad this time." "...Miss Luo Ying Sloan, a student of the first dance classroom of the Duncan Dance Company in Russell District. Residence: Russell District, Eleventh Longitude and Second Latitude, No. 4. Miss Sloan's personal space is temporarily closed and has not yet restarted." "Understood. Thank you. It's all right." "Vera will be at your service." The little girl's voice danced like candy, she twirled and bowed, bid farewell, and left bouncing away. Ige sat on the bed and wrote the information he had just found into his electronic book.He knew that his actions these days had goals.He felt a little anxious and excited, not knowing what kind of people and events would be waiting for him.He sat quietly and meditated for a while, slowly sorting out the thoughts and questions in his heart. ※※※ It was getting late, and Yige stood up.The scheduled rendezvous time is approaching.The entire delegation will gather for the Mars welcome dinner.He changed his clothes, got his hair done a little, and put on a full body camera bag. Before leaving, he stood by the wall for a while.In the evening, the lights of Mars City were first turned on, and the lights shone on the streets and alleys, looking very crystal clear.When he looked down from the plane in the morning, he was amazed at the structure of the whole city.It is like a whole crystal city, with slender veins and complex structure.A series of glass houses, scattered on the vast plain, are small and of various shapes.The roof is like a slanted sailboard, lake blue, and from a distance, it looks like the water cuts the land.The silk tube tunnels connect the houses into a dense network, straddling the air like intertwined veins.He felt an instinctive impulse in the air.This was different from all the worlds he was familiar with, and because it was different, he was fascinated.