Chapter 6 chapter Five

We must have slept like the dead, and before we knew it, the phone was ringing loudly and the lights were blinking.I called to turn on the light in the room and was about to get out of bed when I found Wyoming's head pressed against my right upper arm.I gently moved her away, climbed to the head of the bed, and picked up the microphone. Mike said, "Good morning, Man. Professor de la Pazza is calling your house right now." "Can you transfer the call here? In the 'Sherlock' way?" "Of course, Man." "Don't cut off the call, wait until he hangs up and transfer here. Where is he?"

"He was using a payphone from a bar called The Iceman's Wife, which is in—" "I know. Mike, can you stay on the line after you put me on the line, I want you to listen in." "Okay, that's it." "Is there anyone else near the phone? Can you overhear us? Can you tell? Can you hear breathing?" "Condition 1: His voice didn't echo, so I judge he closed the soundproof cover when he spoke; but Condition 2: It's a bar, there should be people nearby. Do you want to listen, Man?" "Um, ok. Get me on line. Let me know when he raises the sound shield. You're a smart guy, Mike."

"Thanks, Man." Mike put me on the line.I heard Mumu's voice, "—yes, I'll tell him, Professor. I'm sorry, Manuel hasn't come home yet. Don't you have a number to tell me? He's in a hurry to call you back, repeat Tell me to ask you for a number." "I'm so sorry, dear lady, but I must go at once. But let me see, it's eight-fifteen, and I'll try at nine if I can." "That's good, professor." Mumu's voice was soft. "She doesn't usually speak like that to her husbands. This tone is reserved for men she admires. Of course, sometimes we have our turn.

After a short pause, Mike "cut in"!I said, "Hi, Professor! I heard you were looking for me. I'm Manny." I heard the professor gasp. "Dare I hung up. Geez, I did. The phone must be down. Manuel—that's great to hear your voice, boy. Is your home?" "I'm not at home." "But—but you must be home. I haven't—" "There's no time to discuss this, Professor. Can anyone hear you?" "I don't think so, I used a sound enclosure." "I'd love to see you like that. Professor, when is my birthday?"

He hesitated for a moment, then said: "I remember, I think I remember... July 14." "I believe you. Well, let's get down to business." "Aren't you answering the phone at home, Manuel? Where are you?" "Leave that alone. You ask my wife for a girl. Don't mention the name. Why her, Professor?" "I want to warn her. She can't go back to her original city and will be arrested." "why?" "Boy! Everyone at the meeting is in danger, and so are you. I'm glad to hear you're not home, though a little confused. You shouldn't be home at the moment. If there's a safe place, Hugh It's a good day off. You left in a hurry last night, but you must know that the conflict was very intense."

Of course I know!Killing the Warden's guard was clearly not in line with the authorities' rules.If I were the Warden, I would never let it go. "Thank you, Professor. I'll be careful. Also, if I see that girl, I'll tell her." "Don't you know where to find her? You were seen leaving with her. I'm pretty sure you know." "Professor, why are you so enthusiastic all of a sudden? You didn't seem to be on her side last night." "No, no, Manuel! She's my comrade. I don't use 'comrade' because 'comrade' is not only more polite to me, but also more in line with the habits of us old people. Yes, She is my comrade in arms. We only have different opinions on tactics and strategies, and there is no difference in goals and beliefs."

"I see. Well, just pretend it's delivered, and she'll get it." "Oh, that's great! I don't ask too much...but I do hope, strongly hope, that you will try to keep her safe, really safe, until this incident is over." I thought for a while, "Hold on, Professor. Don't hang up." When I answered the phone, Wyoh went to the bathroom, probably to avoid suspicion.She is that kind of person. I knocked on the door. "Wyoh?" "Come on." "I need to hear your opinion." She opened the door. "What's the matter, Manny?"

"What do you think of Professor de la Pazza in your organization? Can you trust him? Do you trust him?" She showed a thoughtful expression, "Everyone who attended the meeting should have a guarantee. But I don't know him." "Well. What do you think of him?" "I like him, though he's against me. You know him?" "Oh, yes, twenty years. I trust him. But don't trust him for my sake. The trouble is yours, not mine." She smiled affectionately, "Manny, since you trust him, I trust him too, as firm as you." I picked up the phone again, "Professor, are you hiding from the limelight?"

He chuckled. "Of course, Manuel." "Do you know the place called Fortune Hotel? The second basement, room L. Can you come here without being followed along the way? Have you had breakfast? What do you want to eat?" He laughed softly on the other end again, "Manuel, as long as there is a good student, a teacher will feel that the past years are not in vain. I know the place. I will come, and no one will follow me. Breakfast is still there Didn’t eat anything. As long as it’s not alive, you can eat anything.” Wyoh started to make the bed and I went to help. "What about you? What do you want for breakfast?"

"Tea and toast, even better with juice." "not enough." "That...a boiled egg. But I will pay for the breakfast." "Two hard-boiled eggs, toast with butter and jam. Let's roll the dice to see who's going to be entertained." "Use your dice or mine?" "mine." I cheated, so I won.I went to the conveyor, asked for the menu, and found a combo called "The Aftermath of Intoxication—Big Servings": Tomato Juice, Scrambled Eggs, Ham, Fried Potatoes, Honey Corn Cake , toast, butter, milk, tea or coffee - a set meal for two Singaporean monthly vouchers costs S$4.50.I don't want to make a fuss about announcing that there are three people here and only ordered a set meal for two.

The two of us are dressed up and the house is in order, just waiting for dinner. While taking the food out of the conveyor, Wyoh had already changed her black clothes into a red dress, "There are guests coming." Changed clothes and changed things. She posed and smiled and said, "Manny, I really like this dress. How did you know I would wear red?" "I am a genius." "Maybe you're a genius. How much for the clothes? I'll have to pay you." "Wholesale price, fifty cents for a government voucher." Her face fell, and she stomped her feet.Bare feet made no sound, but she bounced it half a meter above the ground.Landing with a shaky center of gravity looks like a newcomer to the moon. "Happy landing!" I wished her. "Manuel O'Kelly! I'm not going to accept expensive clothes from a man I haven't even slept with!" "Sleep? It's easy." "Pervert! I'm going to tell you about those wives!" "You're welcome. Mom always thinks I'm pretty bad anyway." I walked over to the conveyor and started laying out the dishes.The doorbell rang, I pressed "Audio-No Video", "Who?" "A letter to Mr. Smith," answered a hoarse voice, "Mr. Bernard O. Smith." I unlatched the door and let in Professor Bernardo de la Pazza. He looked like a refugee: dirty clothes, not much of a mess himself, unkempt hair, half of his body was stiff, that hand was sprained, and one eye was cloudy, as if suffering from a cataract. A poor old man sleeping in a back alley, begging for drinks and pickled eggs in cheap bars, and drooling. As soon as I closed the door, he straightened up and returned to normal. He put his hands on his chest, looked Wyoh up and down, smacked his lips, and whistled. "Cuter," he said, "cuter than I thought!" She turned from anger to joy, "Thank you, Professor. Oh, don't flatter me, it's all gay here." "Ma'am, if one day politics hinders my appreciation of beautiful women, I will give up politics. You are really elegant and generous." He turned his eyes away and quickly looked around the corners of the room. I said, "Professor, stop looking for evidence, you old pervert. We were talking about politics last night, and only politics." "No!" Wyoh lost his temper, "I struggled for several hours! But his strength is stronger than mine. Professor, here in Yuecheng, how does the organization deal with this situation?" The professor clicked his tongue a few times and turned the page A few blank eyes. "Manuel, I'm astonished. This is a very serious matter, my dear—usually outright extermination. But it must be investigated. Did you come here voluntarily?" "He brought me here by force." "'Drag' here, dear lady. Grammar please, keep the language clean. Do you have any bruises to prove it?" I said, "Eggs are getting cold. Can't we wait until we have breakfast before killing me?" "Good idea," the professor agreed. "Manuel, can you give your old teacher a liter of water to make him look better?" "Anything you want, in there. Be quick, or there won't be anything left to eat." "Thank you, sir." He went in, and there was the sound of washing and washing.Wyoh and I set the table. "Still 'bruised'," I said, "'struggled all night.'" "You deserve it, who told you to insult me." "How did I insult you?" "You didn't insult me, you didn't insult me ​​after you carried me here—that's what insulted me." "Well, I have to let Mike analyze and analyze these words." "Michelle will understand. Manny, can I change my mind and eat a little slice of ham?" "Half for you, the professor is half vegetarian." The professor came out, not yet well-dressed, but at least clean and tidy, with his hair brushed back, his dimples returned, his eyes gleaming with joy—the cataracts that were so pretentious were gone. "Professor, how did you do it?" "Practice makes perfect, Manuel. I've been doing this a lot longer than you young men. Just one oversight. That was years ago, in Lima. That city was beautiful. A certain sunny day In those days, I ventured out and hopped around without disguise...and ended up being exiled here. This table is really rich!" "Sit next to me, Professor," Wyoh invited. "I don't want to sit next to him. Rapist." "Hey," I said, "let's eat first, and then kill me. Professor, tell me what happened last night, with a full plate." "Can I suggest a change in the agenda? It's not easy life for a conspirator, Manuel. I learned not to mix food with politics before you came into this world. It can upset stomach enzymes and cause gastric Ulcers. This is an occupational disease of underground workers. Mmm! This fish smells so good." "fish?" "That pink salmon." The professor pointed at the ham. After a long, pleasant time, it's time for tea and coffee. The professor leaned back in his chair, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "It's a wonderful enjoyment. After eating, I feel that the world is much better. Ah, that's right! Last night——I didn't witness the process for a long time. You two are brave. Withdrew, and so did I, wanting to save my strength for another day - I slipped away. One lunge into the wing. By the time I ventured to peek outside, the party was over, most people gone, all the guards in yellow coats They're all dead." (Note: I had to make a correction. I later learned that when the trouble started, I managed to get Wyoh out the door while the professor pulled out a pistol and fired over a bunch of heads, killing three guards by the rear gate, including The one with the megaphone. I don’t know how he brought the weapon to the moon, or maybe he got it after landing on the moon. Anyway, the professor’s firepower and Short’s big fight changed the situation drastically. None of the yellow coats made it out alive: four dead, a few more wounded, and then knife, fist, and heel picked them all up in a flash.) "Perhaps I should say, 'Everyone is safe and sound except for one,'" the professor continued. "Just by the door you left, our brave comrade Short Mkrone took two guards Sent to the west... But I regret to tell you that Short also fell with them-" "We already know." "That was the case. There was a guard by the door with a battered face, but he was still moving. I performed a medical procedure on his neck, which in Earth professional circles is called the 'Istanbul strangle'. So he went, too, with his colleagues. By then most of the living had left, except for me, our chairman last night, Finn Nelson, a comrade-in-arms known as Big Mama, whose husbands That's what she's called. Comrade Fern and I talked it over, and I locked the door. All that's left is a little cleaning. Do you know what's behind the hall?" "I don't know," I said.Wyoh shook her head too. "There's a kitchen over there, and a pantry, for parties. I suspect Big Ma's family owns a butcher's shop, and Fern and I can't keep up with the bodies so quickly. The only slight delay is Deciding which parts of the body to shred and flush down the sewer. I almost passed out watching that scene, so I had to go to the front of the venue to wipe the floor. The difficult thing to deal with is the clothes, especially the uniforms like military uniforms." "What did you guys do with those lasguns?" The professor looked ignorant. "Gun? Oops, it must be missing. We took all the personal items from the remains of the fallen comrades - for their relatives and friends, to identify them, and to be able to remember them. Finally, we cleaned up the whole scene -Of course you can't fool the Interpol, but outsiders can't see what happened. After the discussion, everyone felt that it was best not to show up for the time being, so we split up and left. I went to the sixth floor from the top of the venue The pressure door left. Then I called you, Manuel, and worried about you and this lovely lady." The professor bowed to Wyoh. "That's the whole story. I found a quiet place that night. place to spend the night." "Professor," I said, "those guards are new here and haven't gotten used to it yet. We wouldn't have won otherwise." "It's possible." He agreed, "But even if they weren't newcomers, the result would still be the same." "How? They have weapons." "Son, have you ever seen a Pitbull? I don't think so. There are no such big dogs on the moon. Pitbulls have been carefully selected and bred. They are usually well-behaved and smart. But as long as something happens, it will immediately become a deadly killer. "We breed weirder creatures here than pit dogs. I've never seen a city on Earth where people are as polite, gentle, and considerate as the people of the moon. Compared to the moon, the cities of the earth— - I am familiar with most of the big cities - I can only say that they are barbaric. However, the moon people are as fierce as pit dogs. Manuel, nine guards, no matter how heavily armed, confronted such a group of pit dogs as ferocious moon men , they have no chance at all. Our master's judgment is really bad." "Hmm. Did you read this morning's paper, Professor? Or the TV news?" "Watched TV." "Last night's news didn't say anything." "Nor this morning." "Strange." I said. "What's so strange about that?" said Wyoh. "Of course we won't tell. Every newspaper on the moon has our comrades in key positions." The professor shook his head. "No, my dear. It's not that simple. It's Press censorship.Do you know how our newspapers are printed? "Not very clear. It's all done by machines." "What the professor means," I told her, "is that the news is typed in the newsroom, and the rest of the process involves renting the time-sharing service of the master computer in the government complex."—hope she didn't realize that "the master Controlling the computer" is Mike——"The original manuscript is printed out through the telephone line and entered into an area inside the computer, which will review it, set the print run, and then send it to different places for printing. For example, "Moon Daily", if it is Xinlien The editions were printed in New Leon, and the computers automatically replaced them with local news and locally appropriate advertisements. The Professor meant that the Warden could step in after the papers were printed in the Government Complex. The same was done for all news agencies. News about going in and out of the moon—has to go through the computer room." "The point is," the professor continued, "any news warden can be cut down, and it doesn't matter whether they cut it down or not. Manuel, please correct me if I'm wrong. I don't know much. The Warden can insert a story too, no matter how many comrades we have at the paper." "Of course," I agreed, "the complex can add, remove, or change everything." "Communications are vital. And that, ma'am, is the weak link in our cause. The thugs don't matter. What matters is that it is the Warden who decides whether a story should be reported, and Not us. For revolutionaries, communication is an essential prerequisite." Wyoh looked at me, and I could see her synapses crackling.So I changed the subject. "Professor, why are you disposing of corpses? This job is not only terrifying, but also dangerous. I don't know how many guards the Warden has, but more guards may appear at any time when you are disposing of corpses." "Believe me, boy, we were afraid too. But I had the idea, though I couldn't help it at the time. I had to convince other people. Oh, it's not my original idea, but I remember the old days .From ancient times to the present, this is a principle." "What principle?" "Fear! A man can face known dangers and be terrified by unknown dangers. We dealt with the goons without teeth and toenails, to terrify their accomplices. I I don't know how many men the Warden has, but I dare say that they will not be so efficient today. Because their companions went out to perform a simple task last night, but in the end they never returned." Wyoh shivered, "I'm also afraid of this kind of thing. They won't rush into crowded places anymore. But, professor, you said that you don't know how many guards the Warden has under his command. But the organization knows, Twenty-seven in all. If nine are dead, there will be only eighteen. Perhaps the time has come for an armed uprising. Isn't it?" "No." I replied. "Why, Manny? This is when they are at their weakest." "Not weak enough. We killed nine of them because those idiots broke into our territory. But if the Warden stays in his lair, with a swarm of guards around him... of course, it wouldn't be a bad idea to yell shoulder-to-shoulder last night." Little." I turned to the professor, "But the Warden has only eighteen guards left, which I'm actually very interested in. You said that Wyoh can't go back to Moon City, Singapore, and I can't go home either. But if he only With eighteen guards left, how dangerous can we be? Maybe after he gets reinforcements, the situation will be different. But now, um, there are four main exits in Moon City, and there are many small exits. How many can they guard? ? Wyoh can swagger to the Tiexi station, put on a pressure suit and go home." "Perhaps she can," agreed the professor. "I think I have to go. I can't stay here forever," Wyoh said.If you really want to lurk, Singapore is actually better, and I know everyone there. " "Perhaps you can get away safely, my dear, but I can't be sure. There were two yellow coats at Guantiexi Station last night. I saw them with my own eyes. They may not be there now. Let's assume they are not. You go to the station -Probably in disguise. You get your pressurized suit and take the pipe to the Berludi entrance. You'll be arrested just as soon as you climb out of the pipe to catch the bus to Ensville. Still a communication problem .You don’t need yellow coats at the station, just someone sees you there. A phone call will do it.” "But you just said that I've been disguised." "You can't hide your height. Someone will notice your pressure suit, and you won't even suspect that he has anything to do with the Warden. This person is probably one of our comrades in arms." The professor smiled, with a smile on his face. Dimpled, "The trouble with underground work is that it rots from the inside. As long as there are four people, one of them is very likely to be a spy." Wyoh said sadly, "You see, we're hopeless." "That's not true, my dear. Maybe there's a chance in a thousand." "I don't believe it. I absolutely don't believe it! How is this possible, I have been involved in the movement for several years and our numbers are growing by the hundreds! Our organizations are established in every major city and we have the support of the people! " The professor shook his head. "Every new member you add increases the risk of being betrayed. Dear Ms. Wyoming, a revolution cannot be won by recruiting the masses. Revolution is a science and only a few are capable of it. It has to be Rely on the right organization, and more importantly on effective communication. Then, when the time is right, act. If the time is right and well organized, success will come without paying a drop of blood. If the time is not yet Mature and poorly organized, the result can only lead to a series of disasters such as civil war, riots, purges and panic. So far, the organization of this operation should be said to be not beautiful, I hope you don't mind that." Wyooh looked confused. "What do you mean by 'reasonable organization'?" "A lean and practical organization, as long as it can move effectively, the smaller the organization, the better. Electric motorcycle How are motorcycles designed?Would you install a bathtub in your car just to have a bathtub on hand?Or a bouquet of flowers?a pile of rocks?of course not!You squeeze enough parts necessary for its function to keep it from being too bulky—of course you also consider safety factors.Function is the end, design is the means.Function dictates design. "It's the same with revolutions. Organizations shouldn't be overly large, just what they need - don't be all-inclusive. And don't try to convince someone of your point of view. When the time comes, he'll take it... if not , can only show that you miscalculated the historical timing. Of course, an organization that simply undertakes the task of educating the masses is also needed, but it must be independent. Propaganda agencies should not be part of the basic institutions. "As for the infrastructure, since a revolution always begins with a conspiracy, it should be small, secret, and at the same time well-organized, so as to minimize the damage that can be done by betrayal - the danger of being betrayed is always present Yes. Establishing a branch system is one of the plans, and so far, this plan is the best. "There's been a lot of theorizing about the optimal number of people to make up a branch. I think history has shown that groups of three are the best combination - any more than that and you can disagree on things like eating, It's even harder to agree on when to take revolutionary action. Manuel, you're from a big family, do you need to vote on when to eat?" "Just kidding, of course not! It's up to Mumu to decide." "Ah." The professor took out a pad from his pocket and drew on it, "This is a schematic diagram of the branch system structure of a group of three. If I want to control the moon, it will start with the three of us, and one of them will Become Chairman. We will not vote; because the choice should be obvious - otherwise it will only mean that we are not a suitable partner. We will know the nine members of the three branches of the lower level... But each of them can only Know one of us." "Looks like a computer program—a ternary logic." "Really? A branch at the next level can be connected in two different ways: In addition to knowing the leader of his branch, the comrade-in-arms of the second-level branch also knows two other members of the same branch, and The three members of the sub-branch under the leadership—Option 1, he can know the two branches led by the other two people in the same branch; Option 2, he does not know. The second structure is more secure, but if something goes wrong, The repair speed of the first structure is undoubtedly faster. Let's assume that he does not know the other two sub-branches - Maniel, how many people can he betray? Let alone he will not rebel. Now, they can brainwash and sizing anyone , ironed, and utilized. How many?" "Six," I replied, "his head, two members of the same branch, and three from the sub-branch." "Seven," the professor corrected, "and he betrayed himself. So seven of the three links are broken. How to fix it?" "Then how to fix it," Wyoh objected, "the whole system is completely broken." "Manuel, what about you? This is an exercise for you, a student." "Uh...these guys have to find a way to upload the news to the higher-level branches above the third level. It doesn't matter who they pass it to, the key is to know where it goes." "very good!" "But, Professor," I went on, "there is a better way." "Really? This is the result of the efforts of many revolutionary theorists, Manuel. I have great confidence in them, so I dare to make a bet with you-I will give you ten yuan, and you will have one yuan?" "Then I've won. These same branches, arranged in an open pyramid structure composed of tetrahedrons. The junction of the vertices is the link between the different branches. Each member knows another member of the adjacent branch-knows He doesn't have to know anything else about how to pass information to him. This way information can flow not only horizontally but also vertically, so the connection is not interrupted. It's a bit like the nervous system! You can have Knocking out a hole and taking out a large piece of his brain did not affect his normal thinking. In a system with super performance, if one piece is missing, the information can change the transmission route, so even though some things are missing, he still lives quite well. " "Manuel," said the professor dubiously, "can you draw a diagram? It sounds good—but it's so different from the traditional way that I don't understand it. I'll have to see it." "Oh...if only I had a stereoplotter. Try it." (Don't think it's easy to draw one hundred and twenty-one tetrahedrons, forming a five-story open pyramid, and clearly showing the connection between each other, or try it yourself!) After a while, I said: "Look at the sketch at the bottom. Except for the corner points, the vertices of each triangle are actually the vertices shared by one or two adjacent triangles. The points where the vertices meet are the points between the triangles. link, which can be one-way or two-way--a communication network like this has far exceeded its actual needs, and in fact one-way connection is enough. These points in the corner are not connected with other The triangles are common, so its connection object should be the point next to its right adjacent corner. In case a point is shared by other two triangles, the right one should be selected for connection. "Now use people to do the demonstration. Look at the fourth level, code-named D. This point represents Comrade Dan. Forget it, let's find an example at the next level, let you see what happens if the connection between the upper and lower levels is cut off , What will be the result-use E as the code name of the next level, Comrade Egberto is a member of this level. "Egberto works under the leadership of Donald, and Edward and Elmer (the first letter of the name is both E, which means they belong to the same E class). Under his leadership is Frank, who is in the F class. Fred and Faso three (the first letter is F) . Knowing nothing about anything--but in an emergency there was some way, say, telephone, to reach Ezra. "Now look at how this organization works. The third level - C-level Kazimir, informed the police, betrayed Charlie and Cox in the same branch, his superior Baker, and Donald, Dan, And Dick. So Egbeto, Edward and Aylmer of the E ranks, and everyone below them lost contact with their superiors. "Three people reported it - redundant duplication of information is necessary in any communication system - take Egberto as an example. He called Ezra for backup, unfortunately Ezra Zla was led by Charlie and thus also lost contact with her superiors. Ezra continued to pass on the message, reporting both issues to her security contact Edmund, who also happened to be Cox's subordinate , also lost contact with superiors. So the message continued to pass laterally, waiting until it passed Enright... and finally bypassed the damaged part of the organization and uploaded upwards to Dover (D-level), Chamber (C-level), and then Vickers (level B) reaches Adam (level A), and finally reaches the leadership office...the leadership office transmits messages downward through other channels of the pyramid. After the message reaches the level, it is transmitted horizontally. They got the news everywhere, so they informed Ezra, and finally reached Edmund. The news passed up and down, left and right, and reached every corner of the organization quickly. Not only that, but by virtue of the way they passed, the command office could pinpoint the links that suffered damage, And understand the severity of the damage. This way the entire organization can not only continue to function, but can quickly repair itself.” Wyoh drew the lines, trying to convince herself that the structure was workable—she would believe it, it was just a "dumb" structure.If you let Mike study a few milliseconds, he can surely design a better, safer, simpler contact network, and maybe-I'm sure-it will find a way to speed up the transmission while preventing mutiny happened.Too bad I'm not a computer. The professor stared blankly at the drawing. "What's the matter?" I said, "Don't worry, this thing will work, I'll eat this bowl of rice!" "Manny, my boy—oh, Mr. O'Kelly...will you lead this revolution?" "Me? Just kidding, of course not! I'm not a martyr willing to throw my head and blood for my ideal! Just now I was just playing with this as a program." Wyoh looked up. "Manny," she said gravely, "you're elected. That's it."