Die on Mars - Chapter 237

c236 Day 334 (4) Waiting for pimples

Determine latitude during the day and longitude at night.

Tang Yue sat on the pony, tilting his head and looking at the old cat walking around not far away with a sextant. The latter looked up at the sun, pulled the thin wire and moved it on the protractor, carefully measuring the height of the sun. horn.

Fine air currents carried dust and blew past Tang Yue’s feet. He looked away from the old cat. Behind it was the desert, with large pieces of dark red bedrock exposed under the black soil.

There has never been a moment like this when Tang Yue understood the concept of “no man’s land” so thoroughly. Those three words almost came to his face. Mars is the largest no man’s land in the human world. You go south, north and west. You can walk 10,000 kilometers eastward without encountering another person.

This is not loneliness.

This is desolation.

“Old Cat.” Tang Yue looked down at his toes as he kicked a stone around, “Do you know there is a play called “Waiting for Pimples”?”

“Waiting for a pimple?” The old cat turned his head, “What is that? Why are you waiting for a pimple?”

“A very absurd play, very famous, about two people sitting under a tree waiting for something who doesn’t know what it is.” Tang Yue thought for a while, “They kept waiting and waiting until the end, They didn’t get what they were waiting for.”

“That’s Waiting for Godot, an absurdist drama created by Samuel Beckett, which plays an important role in the history of world art.” The old cat shook his head helplessly, “What’s Waiting for?”

Lao Mao was worried about Tang Yue’s humanistic qualities more than once.

“Well Godot is Godot.”

Tang Yue felt that he and Lao Mao were like two desert travelers waiting for the bus, just like Estragon and Vladimir in “Waiting for Godot”. They were sitting side by side under the stop sign at the edge of the world, with a There is an endless desert on one side of the highway. The stop sign says that a bus will pass here, but no one knows when the bus will arrive, what kind of bus it is, or even whether the bus exists.

That car might appear at the end of the horizon the next second.

Or it might never happen.

Tang Yue held the envelope. They embarked on a journey with no return because of a letter whose authenticity was unknown, and for an illusory hope.

“They say they can restore the earth to its original state…” Tang Yue asked, “But how can we do this?”

“Maybe make a copy based on all the information on the earth.” Old Cat replied, “There will always be such intelligence in the universe, which can perfectly record all the information on every basic particle in the earth, and then copy it exactly as it is.”

“But doesn’t it violate the most basic physics?” Tang Yue asked.

“Which one was violated?”

“Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle.” Tang Yue replied, “An observer cannot determine the position and speed of a basic particle at the same time.”

“Well…” Old Cat pondered, “To be honest, this question is beyond my cognitive scope. I don’t know whether the universe is knowable or unknowable at the lowest level. After the earth disappeared, the development of human physics has Everything is at a standstill, but higher-level intelligence may go further than humans, and they may have greater breakthroughs and be able to obtain the microscope that God used when he created the world.”

“The microscope used to create the world?”

“Some kind of method unknown to mankind that can penetrate into the deepest secrets of the universe.” Old Cat shrugged, “I think it will definitely be more advanced than a stupid, dark and crude tool like a particle accelerator.”

“We might as well imagine being bolder. Maybe the other party is completely above our dimension? If they have the ability to enter higher dimensions, then time can be manipulated at will like this piece of paper for them.” Lao Mao pointed out Pointing to the envelope in Tang Yue’s hand, “For such a civilization, we are all stop-motion animations placed on the table. They can randomly pick out a frame and rewrite an established fact.”

“Can they tamper with history?” Tang Yue shuddered.

“Maybe they don’t have the concept of ‘history’ at all.”

“unimaginable.”

“Don’t imagine.” Old Cat put away the sextant, “I don’t recommend that you make any assumptions about the owner of this letter. The human brain cannot fabricate an object that does not exist in your cognition out of thin air – high-dimensional space-time. Gravity and electromagnetism no longer even satisfy the inverse square ratio. It is a world where even the basic physical laws are different from ours.”

Tang Yue was stunned for a moment.

“No matter how bizarre or weird you imagine them to be, in fact they are still put together by you using the known elements in your brain. Think about all the monster and alien movies you have seen – they are actually all creatures from the earth. Transformation and patchwork.” Old Mao said, “The ancients said that the dragon was drawn with a camel head, antlers, a snake neck, a turtle eye, a fish scale, a tiger paw, an eagle’s claws, and an ox ear. This is the truth.”

“So far, all extraterrestrial intelligence imagined and described by humans cannot escape this shackle. No matter whether the alien you imagine has four heads and eight hands, or whether a sidereal year is 480 days. , will they sing and dance around a big mushroom god at the end of the year to celebrate the rise of the third moon – they are actually all deformations and reflections of human society itself.” Old Cat continued.

Tang Yue opened his eyes and nodded slowly, not knowing what to say.

He usually doesn’t let his imagination run wild like this. In Tang Yue’s mind, the image of alien creatures is probably similar to the ones depicted in James Cameron’s series of movies “Avatar”. They are tall and blue-skinned. He roars while riding a war horse, and fights fighter jets with spears and bows.

Therefore, in Tang Yue’s imagination, there would be a blue-skinned Na’vi sitting in the dock during a lawsuit, with war patterns painted on his body and carrying a bow and arrow.

“So I think all works depicting another life form are boring.” Lao Mao said, “As human beings, it is impossible for creators to create a castle-like civilization out of thin air without human society – you can only use the tools at hand. Piece together the things and make it look as weird as possible. As you write again and again, you are actually writing about yourself.”

But the old cat broke Tang Yue’s imagination.

It told Tang Yue that your barren imagination is really an idiot.

“So… I’m going to file a lawsuit with a completely unknown thing?”

“Yes.”

“We are about to go into battle and fight with real swords and guns. Are you telling me that the enemy is simply unimaginable? Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you win every battle, okay?” Tang Yue glared, “Now this is a slap in the face. Even if we draw Mickey Mouse and find backup, we still can’t beat them, we’re doomed.”

“It’s not necessarily dead.”

The old cat stroked its whiskers.

It only has one beard left to caress.

“Mr. Zhuge Old Cat, do you have any clever ideas?” Tang Yue asked, “You must teach me how to defeat the enemy.”

“Come here, please.” The old cat waved its paw.

Tang Yue came closer.

“In case even Mickey doesn’t work, you can draw another Mario on the table.” The old cat said, “Then declare to all creatures present that the intellectual property rights of this cartoon image belong to you.”