Chapter 5 Video Gallery

Before going to visit Janet Brow, Iger paid a visit to the room of Peter Beverly, the chief representative of the Earth Mission. He did not make an appointment in advance and did not intend to interview.He went straight to Beverly's room and knocked on the door. The time is half past nine in the morning.Iger knew that by this time Beverly must be up and tidy up, because ten o'clock would be the first official meeting.It takes ten minutes from the hotel to the meeting hall.He just wanted to ask a few words, three to five minutes would be enough. Iger knew, and there was no need to guess that Beverly hadn't had a good time the night before.He really wanted to know his expression when he got back to the hotel.Last night, Iger's camera was under a pot of Christmas red on the pillar. He didn't say anything, but he felt that Beverly must know.Beverly was born as a movie star, and he is the most sensitive person on the planet. He always faces the camera with the right half of his face diagonally, smiling, and posing in his most standard style.Ever since he quit acting at the age of thirty-five and went into politics, he has posed like this countless times.Iger found it interesting.He has rarely seen someone with such a smooth career as Beverly.He is handsome, comes from a wealthy family, graduated from a prestigious school, and has a lot of friends. He has risen to a very high position before he is fifty years old. He is already the most powerful contender for the next president of the Democratic Party in the eyes of many people, and he has the support of his family that spares no effort. This time being able to come to Mars, it is said that the family used various relationships to promote it.Everyone knows that being able to stand out on such a showy and non-dangerous occasion will be an important political capital in the future.So he pays more attention to demeanor and camera than anyone else.That's what makes Iger so interesting.He came back last night and replayed the scene of the banquet again, and found that he almost fell in love with the dark red-faced loud voice next to Beverly.

When the door opened, Beverly was radiant and fully dressed in a distinctive light blue silk suit.He greeted Ig with a smile, still courteous. "Good morning," Iggy said. "No, I don't need to come in. Just a few words." Beverly tilted his head slightly, expressing his approval. Iger asked: "Last night, did you hear the Martian governor talk about democracy issues? I asked a council official after the banquet, and he said that the Martian council makes decisions on daily affairs and engineering issues, but a few concern all Martian residents. Big decisions must be passed by a referendum. Does this seem to be different from the Mars we usually hear?"

"Well, it's not the same." "What do you think about that? I mean, about this... difference. We have representation and elections, they don't have elections, but people have direct suffrage." "The difference." Beverly nodded. "You're right, it's the difference. It's worth thinking about." "Can I show that in the film?" "Of course. Why not?" "But this is a very broad conceptual issue, and I don't know where further digging in this area will lead to conclusions." "That's okay. A thoughtful attempt is more important than a result."

"...Mr. Beverly, I think you may not quite get my point. You know, the prevailing opinion is that Mars is not a democratic place. So maybe my film will make a difference." Beverly was still smiling and seemed to be listening, but Iger noticed that twice he brushed his hair from his shoulders and straightened his cuffs.He reached out and patted Igg on the shoulder like a kind uncle. "Young people, don't be afraid of causing influence. Only with influence can you have a future." Iggy was a little annoyed.He doesn't feel any sincerity.Beverly's nice words are embarrassingly polite.He gave no attitude, or no attitude at all.Yigger guessed that he might not have understood what he meant at all.

Logically speaking, Beverly shouldn't be ignorant that on Earth, no matter how various countries compete with each other, they all regard Mars as another camp.It's like another cold war, a cold war across the sky.Mars is said to be an isolated island controlled by evil soldiers and mad scientists, a model of comprehensive high-handed politics and machine manipulation of human beings, and the opposite of the great free commodity economy. There is an indelible totalitarian, cruel, and cold relationship among scholars and the media. Impression, like a huge mechanical chariot, brings the unrealized violent utopia on earth to the extreme.War has also been defined once and for all as suicidal betrayal, which will return or perish sooner or later.If Beverley knew and understood the implications of those claims, then he should know what Iger meant.Democracy in shooting Mars means reversing the verdict, admitting that many statements on the earth are not correct, which means admitting one's own intolerance and jealousy after defeat.This is no small matter.This involves the most basic positions.That's what Iger wanted to ask.He himself is not afraid of causing any waves, but he knows what political correctness is. As an official member, he has had the requirement of identity from the very beginning.

But Beverly just spoke nicely and acted like an aristocrat. That's fine, Ige thought, no matter what kind of work I produce in the future, I can't say that I didn't ask for instructions.In fact, such a result is more beneficial to him. As a long-time member of the reversionist anti-system, Iger likes to throw cold arrows at the earth. "Thank you." He said to Beverly, "But I forgot to tell you that I was not interviewing and I didn't turn on the camera." He politely stepped back and left.As he was leaving, he caught a glimpse of the beautiful Mrs. Beverly in the room, putting the finishing touches on the mirror.She was ten years younger than Beverly and was also a movie star.Their love has been in the spotlight from the very beginning, from the first kiss to the birth of their son, all in front of the camera.Beverly can play the role of aristocrats better than anyone else, playing an elegant and gentle husband, expressing romance, and reciting classical poems.He is the model of a good husband who takes his wife with him wherever he goes.Iger has seen many, many actors go into politics, but none of them understand the importance of getting the women's vote.Beverly has won the support of many women, and the votes have increased year by year, rarely sharply reduced, and rarely diverted.He is the real winner of the election.

※※※ Coming out of Beverly's room, Iggy embarked on his way to the Bethel Ida Image Archive.The video hall is not very far away, it is located in the south of the city like the hotel.As long as you cross the two districts, there is also a direct tunnel car.The drive takes about 24 minutes, passing through the city's most important city hall and exhibition hall. Like the morning visit, Ige didn't make an appointment to go to the video gallery this time.He did not leave a message for Janet's space, nor did he contact the Image Gallery.He didn't want to give her any hints, he didn't want to make a polite and awkward meeting request on the comm screen, and he didn't want to have a cold conversation when both parties were fully prepared.He hoped to see what kind of woman she was when she was unprepared.He didn't know if she was the "reason", and he could only judge if he met her.

On the tunnel car, Ige took out the camera eye and stuck it on the wall of the car to record the scenery along the way.They took a ride the night before, but the distance was too short to take pictures.The tube wall of the tunnel is glass, up and down, left and right, and the view is unobstructed.The carriages have different colors, and Iger is currently riding a transparent beige.He found it amusing, like sitting in a drop of solution, flowing through a meandering conduit, from one container to another.The carriages pass by various buildings. Residential houses and large public buildings are alternately located, and small houses are like satellites of large buildings, surrounding and scattered.Large buildings are often ring-shaped, with a high dome in the middle area, and each small house is directly embedded in a glass hemisphere. Inside the sphere is a courtyard garden filled with various dense flowers and plants.Iger heard that most of the oxygen in a general building is provided by these flowers and plants, thus saving a lot of energy and complicated machinery.The small screen in the car is marked with the place names and the year of construction on both sides.Iger found that the shapes of these houses covered almost all style traditions, from the symmetrical and harmonious Renaissance style, to the complicated and gorgeous Rococo style, to the modernism of Oriental eaves promenade and cube shape, the whole city is like a natural The architectural museum has rich and distinct layers.Especially unique are some curved buildings, the lines of the walls are like flowing water, and the softness is outstanding.All buildings are made of glass.

As they passed City Hall, Iger stood up and took a few single-frame photos.The city hall is the most important place on Mars, where various central decisions are made.It looks quite solemn, not huge, classical style, rectangular surrounding structure, the main entrance is on the shorter side, there are bronze statues and metal Roman columns on both sides, the walls are rare dark gold, with ivory white column lines , as if La Scala opera house revision. During the automatic shooting time, Ige no longer waited and watched. He took out his notebook and recorded what he saw and heard with brief symbols.Reading and recording are his long-term habits, whether at home or on the battlefield by the sea.

Beverly lacks brains. He wrote this sentence, thought about it, and deleted it.This is not objective, nor is it his intention.He knew that Beverly was not a fool. He was very good at assessing the situation and sensitive to his role. It was obviously inappropriate to say that he lacked brains.He just doesn't have intelligence as Iger defines it.In Iger's framework, playing by ear does not constitute a type of intelligence.Beverly is an idol, his three-dimensional virtual image appears in every supermarket, his smile shines in the shadow of the lights, and he accompanies people shopping with a soft tone, all of which do not require intelligence.

Iggy thought for a while, and changed the tone of the narrative. "He's not stupid, he's just ignorant." This is what Arendt said to Eichmann two hundred years ago, and I'm afraid it still applies today. I don't like Beverly for no reason.He is like a wax figure he made himself, asking himself to smile instead of wanting to smile.Has a good and charming presence, but that's all.He even lacks the humor of his predecessor Kennedy.I am afraid that such a person has not existed in the previous era.There are hypocritical politicians at any time, but before this century, no one was born with such complete visualization.Beverly is so used to the appearance of the virtual image that the virtual image becomes real and he becomes an illusion. The bus arrived at the stop after Yige wrote these few words hastily.He hates shooting political figures, even though he knows it is the biggest support for the video industry.It is difficult for him to maintain his enthusiasm for work in such a filming. It is better to shoot a child king who speaks foul language on the street.He rolled up the notepad, put it in his jacket pocket, put away the shooting equipment, and stood at the door of the car. The car door opened.A sea-blue shell-shaped building unfolds in front of you.The shells are half-closed, and the interior is not clear. A small road connects the exit of the tunnel car to the entrance of the shell. ※※※ A circular screen is erected at the entrance of the image hall, on which photos are scrolled, showing several options: free visit, movie viewing, and studio visit.Iger chose the last one.Several options pop up.He patiently chose in turn, and soon found Janet Bro's option. Iggy's heart was pounding.He clicks on her name.A photo of a woman with light blond hair appeared in the frame, the photo was large and clear.Yige knew he had found the right one at the first glance.This is the woman who once appeared in the teacher's notebook.She looked a little fatter than in the teacher's photo, with a little saggy skin and cropped hair, but it was definitely her.Her eyes are very curved, always smiling, and her mouth is not wide, but her lips are full.Calculated, she should be forty-five years old this year. Although she looks a little old, there is still something very active on her face.Iger was sure that this was the Janet Brow he was looking for.He looked at it for a while, and chose the access call. The screen displays connected, connected to the respondent, waiting for processing.Time passed by second by second. A few minutes later, Janet appeared in the hallway.Ig watched her graceful gait, and she slowly opened the door.She is slightly plump, wearing a white shirt with a loose pale pink smock over it, casual makeup, and blond hair combed behind one ear.She was a little bewildered at the sight of Igger, apparently unable to remember who he was.But she was very polite and didn't show the confusion very obviously, but took the initiative to smile at Ig. "Hello. I'm Janet Bro." Yi Ge stretched out his hand and said, "It's an honor to meet you. My name is Yi Ge Lu, and I'm from Earth." Janet asked with a dazed expression, "Ah, are you from the delegation?" "Yes. I am the documentary director with the group." "real?" "this is my name card." "Oh, it's not that I don't believe it. I'm sorry. I just... just didn't know that there was a director among the people who came this time." "only myself." "That's really rare. It's been a long time since my counterparts from Earth have been here." "Eighteen years." "...Eighteen years? I think... yes, it seems. It's been so long? Really. My memory is getting worse." Iggy was silent for a moment.He could tell nothing from Janet's reaction.Her expression was very peaceful, and she didn't appear particularly excited by words such as earth and director.He decided to try it out a little first, and then come to Bing Ming later. "I told the chief of the council, I hope to talk to the filmmakers here. They recommended you to me." "Understood. Please come in." Janet pushed open the door and reached out to show Igg the way.Iger looked up and down as he walked.The conch shape of the entrance has been going deep into the interior, and the huge arched corridor has a smooth arc, with blue-gray stripes flowing and rotating inward.The light and shadow on the walls on both sides change, and the route is tortuous, going back and forth like a maze.Iger thought for a moment, then tried to strike up a conversation with Janet. "Actually, I don't know why they recommended your studio. They didn't say much." Janet laughed. "I guess it's because they're only familiar with my work." "Oh why?" "Because we had a technology in the past, they traded it with the earth, and the earth people like it very much." "Which one?" "Stereoscopic holographic imaging." Iggy got a little excited.He had come up with the reason at random, but he didn't expect that Janet would take the initiative to talk about that transaction.He decided to continue the topic to see if he could learn more. "Holography is the technology of your studio?" "Yes. More than twenty years." "Then I need to salute you. You gave me the job I have now." "You shoot holograms?" "Most people shoot holograms. Flat films are dying." Janet laughed, and there was a sincere heartiness in the laughter: "Then you'd better not greet us. Without holograms, you can still have a job. But with holograms, many people will have no jobs." Iggy laughed too.He understood what she meant.Each revolution weeds out a large number of those who remain in the old world.From silent films to sound, from flat imaging to stereo holography.It's not that many people can't learn, they just don't want to.This is a very heavy topic.The more outstanding people in the old world, the less willing they are to enter the new world.They put so much life into the forms of the past that they cannot be discarded. After all, no one wants to discard themselves. "Then what's the situation on your side?" "Us? Both situations coexist. A large number of meeting records and industrial materials do not need holography, and the cost is too high." "Oh, we still have those, too. Usually, though, that don't count as movies." "Well, I know. You call 'films' what you release." "Aren't you?" "No. We define it purely from a technical point of view. As long as it is a small piece of light and shadow, we count it as a movie. You distribute it on the Internet by genre, but we are different. We store it in the database by individual. Since everyone may shoot A few films with a plot, a few documentaries, a few trivial experiments, and a few industrial materials, then we have no reason to subdivide these.” Following her words, Ige cautiously asked tentatively, "You seem to know the situation on Earth very well?" "It's just a little bit. It's not a matter of understanding. It's just a personal interest, and I ask about it occasionally." "Why are you interested in Earth?" "It should... be regarded as an occupational disease. I have done research on the history of the film system for a while. Although I have not analyzed the current system, I have always been interested." "Then you have contact with the earth? Now the two planets can't communicate freely?" "Yes, it's true that we can't communicate. I watched some official introduction videos, but most of them are very general and very general, so I actually don't understand much." Janet smiled, "So you are really welcome Come, you can tell me many things." Yige was silent.These few questions seem to be fruitless.Janet's answers were always normal, all too normal, with the grace and objectivity every docent should have.Friendly, but lacking a personal touch.That's not to say she doesn't have a personality, her smile is direct and bright, and her lively personality is clearly conveyed through her eyes, but these personalities have nothing to do with the content, and she always allows the words to bypass all private life naturally.Iger was a little bit caught in a dilemma: he continued to go around in circles, a little aimlessly; he raised the topic, but it seemed too abrupt. They walked and entered the hall of the museum.The light in the hall is bright, but the refraction is scattered, making the lines look a bit complicated.Thin glass hangs in the air, which breaks up the spatial integration. The glass shapes are different, and the words and pictures flow alternately.Huge portraits appear from time to time, making vivid speeches to the air.The room is cool, but the air is a bit stuffy. "Those are all experienced filmmakers. I can show you one by one. You can hear them talking by plugging these small pottery pieces in your ears," Janet introduced. "These glasses are also screens?" "It's not. It's just that the glass is coated with a conductive film and a luminescent film. The film is so thin that it cannot be seen with the naked eye." "I found that Mars likes to use glass very much. Is there any special purpose?" "Intention? What aspect are you referring to?" "That's...why do you make this collective arrangement?" "This should not be considered an arrangement, but a last resort. We only have sand here, no clay, and no rocks. In addition to steel, we can only refine glass. The current building model was invented by Nils Galman during the war , It is very simple to build, and easy to disassemble and recycle.” "So that's the case. But how to solve the privacy? Are there any rules? I see that many houses are not transparent, but my room is transparent." Janet looked very surprised: "You don't know? All the walls are adjustable. The service doll in your room is really negligent, and these functions are not introduced. The ions in the glass are controlled by the electric field. You turn the knob in the room, and the It will increase or decrease the composition and become translucent or opaque." A sense of absurdity passed through Igg's mind.He remembered his speculation.He is too familiar with the context of the earth, and the whole set of semiotics and political observation methods can be directly applied.But since last night, he has discovered the danger, not only the subjective color, but also the objective untruth.He wants to send a signal to the earth mind that nothing is more dangerous than judgment.A glass house is a glass house.No symbolism, just purely geographical and technical reasons, nothing wrong with that.The real shooting still needs to sink to the bottom to get close to the real context. "I used to think that transparency was a deliberate arrangement." "This question...you can say yes, or you can say no. Transparency depends on the light." "What's the meaning?" "No matter how you adjust it, it is always transparent to some light and opaque to some light. There is no pure occlusion." Iger thought for a while and asked, "Does this mean glass, or something else?" Janet laughed loudly, her eyes arched again, and she said with a smile: "If you live here a few days longer, you will hear that there are two people in Russell District who can neither be taken as pure technology nor pure metaphor , one is Dr. Rainey, and the other is me. Take it your way, there is no answer." She said, with a hint of inadvertent slyness on her face.Iger thinks that when she was young, she should have been quite attractive, or rather attractive. Although she is not a stunning beauty, she can make people feel a kind of vitality and sincerity.This kind of thing is rare, and it is easy to impress people.Iger didn't think it was unusual for the teacher to fall in love with her.He suddenly had an urge to tell the truth. "Ms. Bro, there is one thing I need to confess. Please forgive me for saying it now. When we first met, I really didn't know whether I should say it or whether it would be too sudden. I was afraid of disturbing your emotions. But now I think it's about time." Janet gradually restrained her smile: "Tell me, what's the matter?" "I'm a student of Arthur Davorsky. I'm here on his behalf." As expected by Igger, Janet's expression froze, as if hearing an ancient voice, distant and unreal.He looked at her, and they stood facing each other, like two statues in the empty hall.The characters on the glass are all moving, only they are still.Ig watched Janet, and Janet watched the air between them. After a long minute passed, Janet took a long breath and said softly, "Come to my workshop, shall we sit down and talk?" ※※※ "... That year, I was twenty-seven years old. Arthur came. At first I was just an official reception, explaining the technology to him, without putting too much emotion into it. Until one day, he invited me to make a film together. "Arthur was one of those people who ... slowly attracted people. He was always full of ideas, always looking for ways to make life different. You were his student, that should be clear. He started I just said that I wanted to try out new technologies to see if I had mastered them. I thought it was normal, so I agreed to help him. Later I realized that this was just the first small step in his longer-term plan, and his core was not in technology at all. , but in realizing the true expression of those ideas in his head. He was fascinated, deeply fascinated by the step-by-step shooting plan. And I was fascinated by him at that time. "I don't know if you know the background. On Earth, Arthur might be successful and worry about making his next film. But not here. We each have a fixed income, Distributed according to age, regardless of any studio or work performance. Our works are submitted to a fully open database, and anyone can read them, so there is no problem of asking others to pay for them. These are very important to Arthur. He With a visitor allowance, he doesn't have to worry about life. And he found that he finally had a chance to put his ideas out regardless of the issue of distribution. He may have accumulated for a long time, and he has also learned the holographic technology, so it was out of control, and every day Immersed in creation, like a fantasist living in a foreign land. "I love Arthur for his burning passion. And he...he loves me too. He's like a black meteor that slams into my life like never before. We shoot every day in different ways , try new techniques, edit films, and then go to his hotel room to read, discuss, and have sex. He likes the problem of light and shadow best. To paint the flowing air and sunlight, this is a saying by Van Gogh, and it is also his favorite He said that the sky on Mars is different from that on Earth, and he likes to see stars in sunlight. "Arthur didn't want to leave. After three months here, he should have left, but his application was postponed. After another three months, he still didn't want to leave, so he asked others to bring the technology back, and he stayed. We just live together." Janet held the shallow glass in her hand, but she didn't take a sip.She had been speaking slowly and calmly, sometimes looking at Ig and more often out of the window.Janet's studio is on the second floor of the museum, facing due south with plenty of sunlight.Outside the window was a row of low palm trees whose tops were just level with the floor of the room, and in the distance was a mosque-like domed building.The sun hit Janet's side face, shattering into small pieces with the ups and downs of her face.Her face is much more slack than it was eighteen years ago, but there is a light of memory on her face, which is clearly connected with the past. Ige sat opposite the small round table, holding a cup in his hand, and a light red drink was flowing in the cup.He listened quietly, as if he could see the teacher at that time in front of his eyes, as quickly and directly as a meteorite fell.This is different from the old man on the sickbed, but Yige knows that this means that the teacher is not wrong. "There is a question that I have always wondered. Why did Mars allow him to stay? Don't you suspect his purpose and that he is a spy who stole technology?" "I made the guarantee. My father and I. My father was the secretary general of the information system at the time. He used his position as a guarantee. I begged him. He is a soft-hearted father." Yige was silent for a while, he didn't know what to ask next.He wanted to ask what had happened in the past eight years, and also wanted to ask the reason why the teacher left in the end.The teacher didn't say anything, everything was like a black hole of words. At this moment, Janet asked, "Tell me, is he okay now?" Iggy froze.He originally planned to ask the matter clearly, briefly describe the teacher's ten years on earth, and then tell Janet the final outcome.But she asked him one step ahead of him, and pushed everything straight to the end.He looked at her focused face.She asked a seemingly ordinary question, but both her voice and expression tensed unconsciously.Her smile froze on her face, like a balloon membrane that was getting thinner and thinner as it was blown, quietly tensing up, pulling it for herself, waiting for Yige's words to completely relax the gas, or puncture the balloon.She didn't urge him, and she tried her best not to be so eager, but her breathless concentration put more invisible pressure on Igor.Iggy knew he couldn't lie, and he couldn't not answer. "He passed away." "what?" "The teacher passed away. Lung cancer is terminal. It happened half a year ago." Janet froze for three seconds, then suddenly began to cry, her shoulders trembling, tears welling up.She covered her mouth with both hands, and the tears kept flowing, like an endless river.She suppressed sobbing and exacerbated the spewing of tears, as if nothing could stop the tears. The whole morning's politeness and reservedness turned into a barrier like a cloud of smoke, and her fragility was fully exposed in her trembling.She was still sitting quietly, but there was an unbearable sense of dejection in her posture. Iggy felt bad and didn't know how to comfort him, and didn't think he could.She has reason to cry.He saw all the repression pouring out in this constant flow.He handed her a tissue and looked at her.He knew that he couldn't ask anything today, and the matter of the chip had to be discussed another day.He sat with her for a long time until she finally stopped crying and gradually calmed down.He spent the longest noon in his life with her. Before leaving, Janet took Ige to a small screen and operated it a few times, and the words "Successful Registration" were displayed on the screen.She handed Igg an account number and password, and told him to use this to log in when he returned to the room, enter the database, and view all movie materials on Mars. "Arthur's films are all there. You look for his name." Janet's voice was a little hoarse, still choking, her eyes were red and swollen, her face was puffy, and her hair was disheveled.But Yigger thought she looked even more beautiful than before.Nothing makes a person look more beautiful than sincere emotion.Janet is forty-five years old.The expectations in her heart made her lonely but strong, cheerful, and decent, but today everything is over, and the bad news brought by Ig has brought them to an end. ※※※ Mr Arthur is dead.The world doesn't stop for that.Neither Mars nor Earth will change their course because of the loss of a fantasist. The earth in the 22nd century is a world of media.The media has become the backbone of the economy.Virtual images and personal networks have changed the social structure and the relationship between people and the world.The real manufacturing economy has entered a bottleneck, and the IP economy plays a role of salvation. "You are the network".This is the most moving slogan of the IP economy.Everyone contributes a piece of knowledge, connects the world into a network, and uses trading wisdom to achieve unlimited business opportunities.Everyone trades, and a single sentence can become a group of commodities.This is water without a source, with no profit at all. It is a new change brought about by the new network protocol. It makes every thought, every painting, and every smile a wealth output for the world.People sell, people buy, people hide their work and encourage others to pay to uncover it.For any discourse, as long as it can be traded on the Internet, there will be income, and only online transactions will have income.The Internet is all about instant transactions.The power of capital exceeds that of the state.The three major media groups have extended their tentacles around the world, with extensive business, expanded into empires, promoted various discourses, and profited from them.The argument from two hundred years ago is still valid: the medium of investment is profit, not value. On the other hand, Mars in the 22nd century is also a world of media.The medium of Mars is not the economy, but the way all people live.It is a static electronic space, like a huge cave, allowing everyone to put their creations in, and then pick and choose other people's creations at will.It records the author's copyright and distinguishes the ownership, but does not give monetary return.It is an obligation to give and take, and the rewards are uniformly distributed in another way. Igby knows the medium of the earth.He knew how ephemeral, dynamic and powerful it was, and he knew how to paint the lid of a treasure box so provocatively that someone would pay to discover what was inside.He knows this.He must know.However, he was still far from understanding the medium of Mars.It is like a giant beast lurking quietly, surviving in the dark, waiting for people's devout sacrifices.He doesn't know how it relates to people, who controls whom, who obeys whom.It undoubtedly makes life easier for creators, but it also prevents creators from gaining personal wealth and glory. Teachers are defectors.Yige finally nailed it down.He is a daring lover and a self-conscious defector.Among the 20 billion people on these two planets, he may be the first.He shuttled between the two worlds, watching them far apart, running separately, and moving away from each other. Coming out of the video gallery, Ige stopped by the Duncan Dance Troupe's No. 1 dance classroom.It also belongs to the Russell District, and the dance studio is not far from the video gallery.According to the electronic map, he walked two passages, passed through a shopping area, and saw the diamond-shaped building.The building has only one floor, and the girls are visible through the glass walls. There is a walking path outside the dance classroom, and orchids are planted between the path and the wall.Iger walked to an unnoticed side, stood on the path, and looked into the distance. Royne Sloan.He saw her.He had seen her both at Maeus and at the welcome dinner.She practiced alone on one side of the classroom, and the other girls were led by the teacher to press their legs together on the other side. He quietly observed her movements.He didn't take out the shooting equipment, but just quietly watched Luo Ying dancing alone in the classroom.For a long time, she was practicing the same movement.A series of small jumps, followed by a large jump with multiple rotations.The pure black exercise clothes made her look fair and thin, and her long black hair was neatly coiled behind her head.She stopped occasionally, went to the wall to drink water, stood in front of the window, and looked at this side with ecstasy. Iger really wanted to identify a subject, but didn't know if she would be the right one.He accepted Tyne's suggestion, but did not agree with Tyne's reason.He was not interested in the gossip and anecdotes of a princess. He saw her files and records of some events on Earth, which aroused his strong curiosity.Those records are dry and brief, but the tension revealed in them gives people a strange shock.He pictured the girl and wondered where the tension was coming from.She looks so peaceful, like a small pure white bottle, it doesn't seem to be able to accommodate those diametrically opposed thoughts at all, just like a little bird, it doesn't seem to be able to withstand so many violent emotions storm. The afternoon sun shines on the other side of the dance studio, and the long and tangled orchids cast shadows on the glass.Luo Ying's practice was over, she sat down and took off her shoes, untied the straps on her ankles, wrapped her dancing shoes, put them in her bag, then raised her head and said goodbye to the teacher on the other side with a smile. Yige wandered in the distance, secretly thinking about how to greet Luo Ying when she came out.At this moment, a boy hurriedly walked up the path outside the main entrance of the dance classroom.He was tall, thin and handsome, with well-defined bones and broad shoulders. He wore a half-length trench coat similar to a uniform.He glanced into the room, checked the time on the button, and waited on the path.Yig slipped into the shadows behind the bushes.A few minutes later, Luo Ying came out with her bag on her back.The boy smiled at her, took her bag, and the two left side by side without speaking. Yige looked at the backs of the two teenagers, a little curious.He sees a simple peace, but cannot tell if they are lovers or not.They didn't make any intimacy, but they didn't behave politely, they just smiled tacitly and walked together.They give people a very comfortable feeling, similar to the atmosphere of this city, neither urgent nor seductive, a little careless, but straightforward.It is very different from the world that Iger is used to. He lives in a city that has emerged from the entertainment industry, where flying speeds and mysterious relationships are everywhere.他早已习惯了匆忙与魅惑。因此当他来到这里，看到人们悠闲地散步，坐在街上聊天，一种强烈的充满差异的气息便扑面而来。他看着两个少年的背影，心生好奇，开始遐想洛盈的童年，想象这里安宁的社交。他访问的打算落了空，然后转身踏上来时的小径。 回城的车上，伊格想起影像馆的展厅。当时展厅里有一片大大小小的晶体方块，散开在空旷的地上，里面有动态场景、立体的人物影像，往来穿梭，形象鲜活。方块侧面的金属牌上写着场景出自哪部影片。此时，伊格想起它们，忽然有一阵荒谬的感觉，他发现自己和那些影像小人是一样的，他就在一个晶体盒子里，不仅此刻在这里，以前也在这里。