Chapter 4 Chapter Four

Here's Shaffer, me again, oh, let me see, today is about the 250th, 300th day?No, I think not.Hey, sorry, I used the spaceship date.To be honest, I don't think much about these terms now.My mind was full of other things, and I was a little worried.The hexagram of throwing rubbish is that there are ups and downs, and there is danger on the sun.I'm in a bad mood when I talk to you.We're not the revenge type, but the truth is some of us are upset when we find out what you've done.I don't think you need to worry about it. I hope the hexagrams you made will be auspicious. Let me report the good news to you first.We are now traveling at 40c (the speed of light).The scenery becomes more interesting.For several weeks, the stars in front rise into the ultraviolet region, and the stars behind sink into the infrared region, and the stars in front and behind cannot be seen.You'd think that after the spectrum shifted, the rest of the effective magnetization band would come into view.I guess they are, but the stars are peaking at certain frequencies, most seem to be in the visible band, so the effect is instead that they disappear.At first, there was a round black spot in front of us, and there was nothing to see there, not Alpha Centauri, Beta Centauri, not even the bright constellation Diptera.Then the sun behind us also disappeared.Moments later, we see the black blob expand, obscuring a larger ring of stars.Then the black circle starts to spread.

Of course, we know that the stars are still in their old places.It can be detected by phase shifting equipment, just like we can receive your information by changing the frequency.We just don't see them anymore.Those stars on the straight line of travel simply no longer shine in the visible band; depending on their fore and aft orientation of the ship, we have a vector velocity, 34c or . 37c.Due to the relative effect of our velocities, the stars farther to the side are visibly shifted.The problem is that it looks like we come and go with no fucking time, which is kind of scary to be honest.

Even the stars on both sides are showing relative color shift.It's almost like a rainbow, the kind of full-circle rainbow that you can sometimes see from an airplane and look at the clouds below.The difference is that the circle is around us.The stars closest to the black hole ahead have frequency shifted to a dark red color.They range from orange, yellow, and leaf green to the band closest to the black hole behind, a cerulean near purple. Jim Basto has been using them to practice his farsightedness.He could relate them to actual space maps, but I couldn't.He could see something in the black hole ahead that I couldn't see.He said he thought it was a bright radio source, possibly Alpha Centauri, and he claimed that that radio source was now shining strongly throughout the visible band.He means that for him, seeing with his eyes, is intense.I'm not sure if I can see it, there's probably a very faint diffuse light, "to the sun" kind of thing, but I'm not sure, and neither are anyone else.

Having said that, this Xinghong is really beautiful, and the trip is worthwhile.Flo is learning oil painting, and she can paint it to decorate your walls.But when she found out what you were up to, she got so annoyed that she wanted to hide a thermonuclear bomb or something in it. (I think she's calmed down now.) So, we've stopped being angry with you, and of course for a while, if I happened to be in touch with you, I'd say something nasty. I just replayed the conversation, it sounded weird, I'm sorry.I find it difficult.Not intellectually difficult -- not chess problems and tensor analysis, but shoveling sand with a spoon.I'm really not used to confining my mind with this kind of straitjacket anymore.I tried to get someone else to make this connection, but no one would.I get a lot of free advice.Dott said I shouldn't waste time reminiscing about past conversations.She wants to write you a description of the simulation in simplified notation.this thing.She reckons an emergency procedure will be translated for you in due time, maybe 10 or 20 years, and it will tell you all about it without compromise.I objected, saying that it would be too difficult to operate in this way. Of course, it is not difficult to prepare this instruction... Humph!We all do it now.I don't forget anything else, except something as irrelevant as the standard day, which I'm the last one to remember, and neither is anyone else.All in all, the report would be too long, and we don't have the phone to send the necessary sets of information, especially after an accident.Dort said that we can gotholianize it, but I said that you are not smart enough to solve the Godlei code.She said it would be a good practice for you.

Well, she's right.It's time for you all to learn to communicate in a sane way, so if the power supply is enough, I'll finally pass over Dot's emulation instructions, written in Godly style.Wish you guys good luck.Frankly, if you were missing a math or something, the report would be "Rebecca of Sunny Springs Farm" or some book of unknown authorship and missing, of course, more likely a meaningless voice , I was not surprised at the time.It's not going to do you any good anyway, because Hanle is right, says Ski.I pass this on without comment. Sex, you always want to hear about sex, and this one is good.Now that I don't have to deal with pills anymore, my little life is wonderful.Flo and Jim.Sometimes, when they were about to do it, we all stopped what we were doing and sat in a circle watching them, joking and singing and helping with auxiliary calculations.We had a little surgery that day—our bones are aging now—and Anheski decided to have sex instead of anesthesia, which they said was better than acupuncture, without sealing off the sensation.They knew very well when their little toes were cut off, but they didn't feel any pain.So when it was Jim's turn, he thought nothing of it and tried the amputation, thinking that he and Flo would go to bed together later, and it would work just fine.He is now admiring this, claiming that this method shows the reverse causality that his theory predicted but never demonstrated, and that he finally got out of the knot of cause and effect.It's like the Red Queen and the White Queen, it's always confusing until you get to the bottom of it. (I don't know if I've figured it out.) Imagine if he didn't make love to Flo, would his toes hurt?I'm a bit confused about this.Dott says it's because I don't know anything about phenomenology in general, and I think I'll have to follow Ann's advice and finish Carnap, even though the linguistics are too bad to read.Come to think of it, I didn't really have to do that, and it's all in gothonized emulation.So I'm going to send you the arguments, and it's also a kind of review for me as I send them, maybe the law of causality in my mind will turn around.

Listen, let me give you a hint.The report will also include the plasma containment method played by Ski, up to 500k milliseconds.After all you can't read, you'll know how to make the thermonuclear reactors you were talking about when we left Earth.That's the carrot under your nose, so you can remember it for the deciphering of the Gothrian language.Plasma evasion works, of course, and we regret what happens when we clear out those fussy dud bombs you let go and replace them with a good, steady stream of plasma.The explosion killed Will Becklund on the spot, and it was terrifying to watch.

Well, anyway, my long story short.I didn't want to risk messing up this report because the power supply was a little underwhelming.Here is the result: 1973+331852+172008+547+39606+288-78. Good luck to you guys! Neffhausen looked up from the pile of papers on the table, rubbed his eyes, and sighed.He quit smoking at the same time as the president, but, like the president, he wanted to smoke again.Smoking hurts, yes, but it relieves tension, which he needs.So what if something hurts you?There are things worse and worse than being murdered and killed.he thought gloomily. He thought objectively, no matter how he looked at it, the past two or three years had been relatively difficult for him.What started so well turned out so poorly.Better than those distant memories, after all, when everyone was so poor, and Berlin was so cold, and I got warmer clothes from winter relief.Of course, not as difficult as it was at the end of the war.And nothing like the first few years in South America and then in the Middle East.Back then, even the lucky and well-known, like the von Braels and the Ellecks, had a hard time getting what they deserved, while a fool like Neffhausen had to peel potatoes and drive elevators. Come to make ends meet.But there is no reason why a man at the top of his career should be prepared for such a downfall.

Fundamentally, the Alpha Aliens project is solid!He gritted his teeth and thought.It's going to work—no, God behold, it's working, it's going to make a difference in the world, posterity will see. However, future generations are not here yet, and the current situation is indeed not good. He remembered something, picked up the phone and sent a ring to his secretary. "Did you get through to the president?" he asked. "I'm sorry, Dr. Neffhausen. I'm calling every ten minutes, as you ordered." "Oh." He muttered disapprovingly. "No, wait, what was the call?"

There was a sound of flipping pages. "Of course, there are newspapers, and they're here to ask about rumors. Jack Anderson's office, and CBS." "No, no, I don't want to talk to the press. Anyone else?" "Senator Kappler called to ask when you will answer the list of questions his committee sent you." "I'll give him an answer. I'll give him an answer like Belchingen gave the Bishop of Bamberg." "Sorry, Dr. Neffhausen, I couldn't hear you well—" "It's okay, is there anything else?" "Just a long distance call from Mr. Hauptmann. I have his number."

"Hauptmann?" The name was familiar, and after a while, he remembered it.This man must be the photographer from Briarius XII who had collaborated with him on the fake photographs.Hadn't he been ordered not to show up, and to keep silent? "No, it's not important, none of it. I don't want to be disturbed by this nonsense. Go ahead, Mrs. Ambrose. If the President's phone is connected, make sure to contact me immediately, and all other calls will be spared." .” He hung up the phone and went back to his desk, looking at the documents with both sadness and joy. He took out all the reports from the "Constitution".His own translations and commentary, with more than 100 footnotes provided by his assistants, the meaning and implications of those, er, sometimes cryptic, incomprehensible reports from space are now well understood.

"Hanle, apparently referring to Paul Hanle (no postscript); perhaps, the original citation is his report, 'In some sign signs something is inexpressible', assuming that English is one of." "Orange Panna Cotta Sundae. A secret experimental study has been carried out on the material contained in the fourth paragraph of document code CON-130. Chemical analysis and experimental tests have shown that a strong Substantial, less well-known substance related to hallucinogens. In the first double-masked control test, 100 subjects ingested this substance or a placebo. Subjects who ingested the actual substance were compared with those who took the placebo Responses should be vastly different. Reported effects include a sense of infinite increase in capacity and a further deepening of understanding. However, the data is entirely subjective. We tried to test this with standard IQ techniques and other tests. However, the people who underwent the experiment did not actively cooperate, and some even left the test building without saying goodbye." "Gothelian language. It is a system that can translate any information into a very large single number. The information is first written in plain language, and then translated into a code composed of a base and a power. Each letter of the information is represented by a prime number. in natural order—that is, the first letter is represented by base 2, the second by base 3, the third by base 5, then 7, 11, 13, 17, and so on. The letter in that position is identified by its power; very simply, a power of 1 means that the letter in that position is A, a power of 2 means B, 3 is C, etc. The entire text then becomes the product of all bases and powers. For example, the word Cab can be written as 23×31×52, or 600 (=8×3×25). The name Abe can be represented by the number 56, 250 or 21×32×35 (=2×9×3125.) A sentence of Johmlives (John is alive) can be written as the product of the following items: 210×315×58×714×110×1312×179×1922×235×2919×3127, where power 0 represents a space and power 27 is arbitrarily specified as a full stop. It is conceivable that even a short sentence written in the Godlein style will encounter huge numbers, but these numbers can be sent quite compactly in the form of a set of bases and powers. Like from' The one sent by the Constitution probably has the equivalent of a standard unabridged dictionary." "Hyperopia. James Madison Basto, who was subjected to the experiment, was known to be short-sighted when he was studying in his early years; and it was obviously caused by too much reading. He once wanted to use an eye similar to the 'Bates method' Healing with exercises. His eyesight was quite good when he was examined for the Alpha Aliens project. His former colleagues say he has remained interested in enhancing visual acuity. Another explanation, there are indications, He was also fascinated by paranormal phenomena such as vision and precognition. It is possible, though unlikely at the moment, that he used the term to refer to temporal 'foresight'." Wait, wait, wait. Kneefhausen stared at the pile of documents cherishingly and helplessly.He touched his forehead with his hand.These brats!They're amazing...and so lawless...it's incomprehensible.How dare they hide their real achievement - the secret of hydrogen fusion!This alone is enough to explain, far more than explain the value of this entire project.But where is it?Locked in that inaudible sound piled up with numbers.Neffhausen has an appreciation for this elegant approach.He is also very good at valuing such a simple and understandable means.Once the number is written, you just divide by 2 as many times as you can, the number of times you divide by 2 is the first letter.Then divide the next prime number, 3, and the number of divisions by 3 is the second letter.But in practice there will be difficulties!You couldn't even get the first letter until you got the full number, and IBM even refused to bid to build a set of computers that could write that number unless the development time was extended to 25 years. 25 years!And that number may contain the secret of hydrogen nuclear fusion, and there may be many greater secrets. Of course, there are keys that have affected the rise and fall of Neffhausen in recent weeks... The phone rang. He grabbed it and shouted, "Yes, Mr. President!" He is too fast.There was nothing but his secretary, her voice trembling and determined. "Not the President, Dr. Neffhausen, but Senator Kappler, who said it was urgent. He said—" "No!" Neffhausen yelled, and hung up the phone with a bang, regretting the moment he hung up.Kapler held a high position, chairing the Armed Services Commission.He was not the kind of enemy Neffhausen hoped to make.After years of patiently building his political status, Neffhausen had carefully befriended him, but he still could not speak to him or anyone else until the president called him back.Kapler's status is high, but he is not the boss directly assigned by Nifhausen. Once his highest peak does not talk to him, Neffhausen will be isolated from the outside world. He tried to assess the situation objectively and cool himself down.The pressure on the president just now was too great.In the city, all the urban riots remain.There will also be a political conference.It is necessary to run for a third term as president, and the laws need to be changed for re-election to be possible.By the way, Neffhausen admitted that the heaviest pressure came from the rumors surrounding the "Constitution".He once reminded the president, unfortunately the president did not listen.He said that a secret between two people, or a secret between more than two people, is no longer a secret.The president has insisted that his ever-widening circle of senior officials also be informed.Swear to secrecy, of course, but what's the use?Despite everything that could be done, someone leaked the secret.The number of people is smaller than feared, but it can no longer be tolerated. He cherished the report from the USS Constitution.Those handsome little devils, they can still do everything well, so handsomely... He's what makes them great, he said to himself.It was his sudden whim, it was he who ordered troops and selected them.He did what wasn't even very convincing to himself, confirming that they and no one else were in charge of the space mission.The most important thing is to ensure their loyalty in every possible way, so that there is double insurance.Bonds of training, discipline, affection and friendship, more reliable bonds: provide them with food, entertainment tapes, advertising inducements, M/R persuasion, and psychological strengthening activities that he can invent or discover.In this way, no matter what they do, they will faithfully report to the earth base, and no matter what happens, they will report back.Sending data can be tricky, but it will get there.His commands trump God, and like Martin Luther, they have to say: 'I have no choice'.They will learn, and then tell him what they have learned, so that the investment pays off... Telephone! Before the phone was brought to his mouth, he couldn't wait to say: "Yes, yes! I'm Neffhausen, it's me!" The voice was urgent, this time it must be the president—— wrong again! "Nefhausen!" snarled the man on the other end of the line, "Listen! I'll tell you what I told your pig girl: If I don't talk to you now, I'll send the Four Panzers have you in 20 minutes, so listen up!" Both voice and style let Neffhausen know who it is.He took a deep breath and forced the secretary to calm down. "Very well, Senator Copley," he said. "What is it?" "This show's fucked up, boy! What's up, your guy in Huntsville, what's his name? That cameraman—" "Hauptmann?" "It's him! Want to know where he is? You stupid Kraut bastard!" "What's the matter? I thought . . . I thought he was in Huntsville—" "Wrong, boy! Your Kraut bastard friend said he didn't feel well, and asked for a few days off. The intelligence agency kept watching him and didn't stop him, trying to see what he was up to. Okay, They saw, they saw him leave Orly airport an hour ago on a 'airdrift' plane. Put your brains there, Neffhausen! He's defected. Now think about what you're going to do Deal with it, or deal with it well!" What Neffhausen said, he didn't quite know himself, and he didn't remember when he hung up the phone.He stared blankly into the air for a long while. He pressed the switch to ask for a secretary, and without listening to her stammering apology, he said, "Mrs. Ambrose, you didn't say where you got the long-distance call from that Hauptmann just now." "Overseas call, Dr. Neffhausen, from Paris, you don't give me the opportunity to—" "Yes, yes, I understand. Thank you, don't mind." He put down the phone and returned to his chair, feeling almost exhausted.If Hauptmann had gone to Russia, the situation could only have been: tell the Russians that the photo was fake, that not only were there no planets in the sky for astronauts to land on, but that it itself was not a mistake, it was actually a hoax.So now things are completely out of his control.History will judge him.It's hard to get over the water, so the pawn crossed the river. Why do you have to quote the classics, he thought disapprovingly.In fact, what is urgent is not the judgment of history, but the judgment and possibly unfriendly reaction of some living people.They are less likely to judge him in terms of what might or should happen in the future.They judge it from the perspective of what happened.Thinking of this kind of judgment, he couldn't help shivering, reaching for the phone and trying to call the president again.However, he knew very well that the president would not answer the phone at this time, nor would he call again.