I know I don't quite measure up against you
The whole context in which we met was innocent
Your charming ways deserve the blame for our time
It wasn't me who led; your words spoke confidence
One long day it came with a rush
We’ve tied ourselves up together,
but the knot is loose
I adore the way your face breaks out into a smile
Like a flower in spring that blooms to life so radiant
I can't forget your lush sweet lips that kiss me
How many are the men charmed by your elegance
Whom have you worked this magic on before?
Let it be only me forever since I want it more
Give it only to me please
So smile come put your lips right next to mine
Moonlight showers down on you like flower blossoms
Come on right now, lay down with me and sing lullabies
Somehow let me live this dream with you, endlessly
You're quick and bright so pacify my complaints
You hide your thoughts and shroud yourself in mystery
You've never learned what deep inside I'm craving
When you leaned against my shoulder I did notice it
When did you make a hole inside of me?
Trapped in this room, suffocating in your niceties
I'm losing my mind to more fits of jealousy
Now cry come put your lips right next to mine
High tide, I'm swimming in a sea of your tears
Come on right now, no need to treat me nice anymore
Somehow I want to hide myself somewhere away from you
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
[女王][红色的旋律续]Sakuran
(以下是在讨论一部电影)
中文译名是恶女花魁...有点傻...还是Sakuran这个字比较有味道一些..好吧，香港的翻译我们就忍了...
椎名林檎+土屋安娜+蜷川實花，三个神奇的女人
不明白什么是红色的旋律参考这个
http://www.songtaste.com/song/37447/
椎名林檎 花魁
本片插曲... 哀伤的魅力，一些文字无法表述的东西，统统在这旋律中了...那段影片藏有着最东方的痛苦:)很棒的体验
很懒，所以影评我就照搬一片我比较喜欢的好了~
華 麗，KUSO——兩個看似反義的形容詞，卻在日本電影身上找到了共容的空間，進而成為一種在視覺層面極具質感卻又不忘搞笑的新類型。古今難辨的【惡女花 魁】乍看之下有如奇花異卉，其實正是這股潮流下必然出現的嬌豔果實。與它血緣接近的，還包括了【下妻物語】、【令人討厭的松子的一生】、【午夜駭客浪 人】……。
片中所謂的「花魁」，是藝妓街上的首席藝妓，是女人羨慕模仿的對象，更是男人一親芳澤的夢想。如果按好萊塢那種一板一眼、古典 浪漫的方式來詮釋，出來的東西可能就是章子怡的【藝妓回憶錄】。日本對此片向無好感，想必跟找了中國人來演日本藝妓的民族情結有關。但與其說日本人自己拍 的【惡女花魁】只是拿回發言權，又未免小看了這部電影，它顛覆的不僅是【藝妓回憶錄】的西方觀點，甚至包括了我們對藝妓文化的想像，因而對所謂的「極 品」、「達人」這種近乎儀式化的日本情結，做出了幽默的新解。
首先，它創造出一個性格火爆、與溫柔藝妓根本聯想不到一起的女主角，不但從 小就愛頂嘴，甚至對堂堂花魁也不假辭色，氣得人家故意在眾人面前賞她禮物，美其名曰是提拔，其實是想害她成為眾矢之的，好讓其他想要爭寵的女孩們自動排擠 她。【惡女花魁】對女性世界的鬥爭心眼，描述力道不像【藝妓回憶錄】裡的鞏俐那般如火熾烈，但招招如針刺的曖昧，卻更具東方韻味。
在妓院 的生涯，想逃，逃不走；愛了，卻發覺男性的懦弱。放棄了這兩方面的想望後，女主角才終於決定全力以赴，把服侍男人當成「專業」，反而從此無往不利，繼任成 為新任「花魁」。不過電影演到這裡，並沒有傳統那種苦盡甘來的喜悅，而是讓她可以更「客觀」地看待送往迎來的生活，甚至帶著「驕傲」活著。因此，女主角交 給乍看之下完全無法令人聯想到古典藝妓的土屋安娜來演，實在是個有趣的選擇。雖說本片並非挖掘土屋銀幕潛力的始作俑者，早在2004年她就以【下妻物語】 的暴走族太妹獲得好評，橫掃當時日本所有電影新人獎，【惡女花魁】借用她這股特殊氣質、甚至洋派現代的臉孔來開發女主角的獨特性，除了讓她的高挑身材更顯 醒目外，其輕蔑的眼神，冷漠的語調，反而凸顯了她內心還有的那點火苗。
相對於土屋安娜的另類選角，【惡女花魁】的熱鬧流暢、豔麗繽紛，實 在看不出在幕後掌鏡的導演是第一次拍片，不過話說回來，蜷川實花雖是初執導演筒，但在攝影界早就大名鼎鼎，其偏好瑰麗影像的風格，在轉化著名漫畫為電影的 過程中，只有變本加厲，而毫無保留。每個畫面，從布景到服裝，從構圖到攝影機運動的方式，無不華美奪目，有些時候人體甚至像是自背景浮出的雕像、或是一幅 立體畫。也因此，主角勢必具備有稜有角的誇張個性，方能不讓色彩與圖像給淹沒。
然而除了找土屋安娜詮釋「花魁」別出心裁外，找來椎名林擒製作配樂，亦堪稱妙招。她雜夾搖滾、抒情、現代、古典、甚至英、日語全數出籠的豐富音樂，用在一般電影可能過度飽和又不倫不類，卻恰好跟本片「大張豔幟」又充滿「拼貼混搭」的特色，契合無間。
在片中，花魁出門時，總有大隊陣仗前後簇擁，她則踩著高腳木屐，以划步若舞的曼妙姿態，承受眾人的目光。威風之餘，寂寞之感也油然而生。女主角曾以物喻情： 一隻金魚，在狹小但閉索的魚缸裡才顯得特別，到了大河裡面就一點也不起眼，所以要豔名，還是自由？無論她多目中無人、再自視甚高，也不得不面對這個疑問。 【惡女花魁】最後似乎想給我們一個很「酷」的答案，不過老實講，這部份的醞釀顯然不足，浪漫的結尾有一點「為了結局而結局」的味道，反而阻限了它原可更奔放的魅力。
中文译名是恶女花魁...有点傻...还是Sakuran这个字比较有味道一些..好吧，香港的翻译我们就忍了...
椎名林檎+土屋安娜+蜷川實花，三个神奇的女人
不明白什么是红色的旋律参考这个
http://www.songtaste.com/song/37447/
椎名林檎 花魁
本片插曲... 哀伤的魅力，一些文字无法表述的东西，统统在这旋律中了...那段影片藏有着最东方的痛苦:)很棒的体验
很懒，所以影评我就照搬一片我比较喜欢的好了~
華 麗，KUSO——兩個看似反義的形容詞，卻在日本電影身上找到了共容的空間，進而成為一種在視覺層面極具質感卻又不忘搞笑的新類型。古今難辨的【惡女花 魁】乍看之下有如奇花異卉，其實正是這股潮流下必然出現的嬌豔果實。與它血緣接近的，還包括了【下妻物語】、【令人討厭的松子的一生】、【午夜駭客浪 人】……。
片中所謂的「花魁」，是藝妓街上的首席藝妓，是女人羨慕模仿的對象，更是男人一親芳澤的夢想。如果按好萊塢那種一板一眼、古典 浪漫的方式來詮釋，出來的東西可能就是章子怡的【藝妓回憶錄】。日本對此片向無好感，想必跟找了中國人來演日本藝妓的民族情結有關。但與其說日本人自己拍 的【惡女花魁】只是拿回發言權，又未免小看了這部電影，它顛覆的不僅是【藝妓回憶錄】的西方觀點，甚至包括了我們對藝妓文化的想像，因而對所謂的「極 品」、「達人」這種近乎儀式化的日本情結，做出了幽默的新解。
首先，它創造出一個性格火爆、與溫柔藝妓根本聯想不到一起的女主角，不但從 小就愛頂嘴，甚至對堂堂花魁也不假辭色，氣得人家故意在眾人面前賞她禮物，美其名曰是提拔，其實是想害她成為眾矢之的，好讓其他想要爭寵的女孩們自動排擠 她。【惡女花魁】對女性世界的鬥爭心眼，描述力道不像【藝妓回憶錄】裡的鞏俐那般如火熾烈，但招招如針刺的曖昧，卻更具東方韻味。
在妓院 的生涯，想逃，逃不走；愛了，卻發覺男性的懦弱。放棄了這兩方面的想望後，女主角才終於決定全力以赴，把服侍男人當成「專業」，反而從此無往不利，繼任成 為新任「花魁」。不過電影演到這裡，並沒有傳統那種苦盡甘來的喜悅，而是讓她可以更「客觀」地看待送往迎來的生活，甚至帶著「驕傲」活著。因此，女主角交 給乍看之下完全無法令人聯想到古典藝妓的土屋安娜來演，實在是個有趣的選擇。雖說本片並非挖掘土屋銀幕潛力的始作俑者，早在2004年她就以【下妻物語】 的暴走族太妹獲得好評，橫掃當時日本所有電影新人獎，【惡女花魁】借用她這股特殊氣質、甚至洋派現代的臉孔來開發女主角的獨特性，除了讓她的高挑身材更顯 醒目外，其輕蔑的眼神，冷漠的語調，反而凸顯了她內心還有的那點火苗。
相對於土屋安娜的另類選角，【惡女花魁】的熱鬧流暢、豔麗繽紛，實 在看不出在幕後掌鏡的導演是第一次拍片，不過話說回來，蜷川實花雖是初執導演筒，但在攝影界早就大名鼎鼎，其偏好瑰麗影像的風格，在轉化著名漫畫為電影的 過程中，只有變本加厲，而毫無保留。每個畫面，從布景到服裝，從構圖到攝影機運動的方式，無不華美奪目，有些時候人體甚至像是自背景浮出的雕像、或是一幅 立體畫。也因此，主角勢必具備有稜有角的誇張個性，方能不讓色彩與圖像給淹沒。
然而除了找土屋安娜詮釋「花魁」別出心裁外，找來椎名林擒製作配樂，亦堪稱妙招。她雜夾搖滾、抒情、現代、古典、甚至英、日語全數出籠的豐富音樂，用在一般電影可能過度飽和又不倫不類，卻恰好跟本片「大張豔幟」又充滿「拼貼混搭」的特色，契合無間。
在片中，花魁出門時，總有大隊陣仗前後簇擁，她則踩著高腳木屐，以划步若舞的曼妙姿態，承受眾人的目光。威風之餘，寂寞之感也油然而生。女主角曾以物喻情： 一隻金魚，在狹小但閉索的魚缸裡才顯得特別，到了大河裡面就一點也不起眼，所以要豔名，還是自由？無論她多目中無人、再自視甚高，也不得不面對這個疑問。 【惡女花魁】最後似乎想給我們一個很「酷」的答案，不過老實講，這部份的醞釀顯然不足，浪漫的結尾有一點「為了結局而結局」的味道，反而阻限了它原可更奔放的魅力。
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
[女王]好久不见的椎名林檎,十周年纪念~内有扭曲噪音摇滚,慎入
想说我不也总是控萝莉的...女王也很有爱(￣.￣)+
其实是nana的lamia依稀让我有些熟悉的感觉，电光般闪过的椎名林檎这个名字，一下子唤起了很多遥远的回忆~
穿着和服，高举着吉它，翻白眼唱歌^^
想当年还是打口碟老板给我推荐的她，可是现在已经可以随便在internet上找到她的mp3了，sigh尽管她的歌不那么健康，这也是好事吧~
也是很火星地才知道她在时隔4年的去年居然有大碟>"<甚至今年还有她的10周年纪念专辑... 记得大约在2004年买到的是她的代表专辑，胜诉的新宿舞娘(1999，销量超过200万...)，后来又费很多功夫才找到的她的第一张专辑，幸福论(1998年5月) 不加修饰的噪音吉它，电子节拍，以及掩藏得几不可闻的精致弦乐，当然更为惊艳的是她高调失真的唱腔，扭曲得无以复加的嗓音... 孤独焦虑恐惧，病态的主弦，真实而直白的共鸣 匆匆找来她的新歌，可是让我大吃一惊的是扑面而来的尽然是温和的感觉>"<，唔唔她已经是妈妈了。 “我觉得自己变得越来越有精神，焦虑的感觉，也变得越来越少了。”“我始终觉得焦虑及恐惧这些负面情绪真实而普遍，玩音乐的人，应该与它们共处才对。”她如释重负地说：“不过，我却很少再有这样情绪了。” 让我们祝福她吧^^亲爱的女王，我会永远记住你~ http://www.haoting.com/htmusic/245771ht.htm
17 椎名林檎
http://www.haoting.com/htmusic/245762ht.htm
すべりだい 椎名林檎
http://www.haoting.com/htmusic/245763ht.htm
アンコンディショナル?ラブ 椎名林檎
http://www.haoting.com/htmusic/245770ht.htm
東京の女(2001年的单曲"石膏"中的一首) 椎名林檎
---haoting上的东东不很全，以上均出自10周年碟私と放电---
http://www.haoting.com/htmusic/43450ht.htm
本能 椎名林檎
这首多多少少可以算作她的代表作...
我最推荐的 幸福论 和 歌舞伎町の女王 ，嗯嗯baidu还是蛮可靠的...
------被jerry同学提醒后的编辑线------
http://www.haoting.com/htmusic/43452ht.htm
苹果之歌 椎名林檎
2003年她沉寂的的4年之前的最后一张单曲
p.s.
她的本名叫做椎名裕美子 ，据说椎名在小时候非常害羞动不动就脸红，看起来很像苹果，所以大家就帮她取了林檎的外号（林檎的日文意思是苹果）
茎
^^2000年她发布的第8张单曲~也收录在同一年的加爾基 精液 栗ノ花(名字太orz了)这张专辑中
其实是nana的lamia依稀让我有些熟悉的感觉，电光般闪过的椎名林檎这个名字，一下子唤起了很多遥远的回忆~
穿着和服，高举着吉它，翻白眼唱歌^^
想当年还是打口碟老板给我推荐的她，可是现在已经可以随便在internet上找到她的mp3了，sigh尽管她的歌不那么健康，这也是好事吧~
也是很火星地才知道她在时隔4年的去年居然有大碟>"<甚至今年还有她的10周年纪念专辑... 记得大约在2004年买到的是她的代表专辑，胜诉的新宿舞娘(1999，销量超过200万...)，后来又费很多功夫才找到的她的第一张专辑，幸福论(1998年5月) 不加修饰的噪音吉它，电子节拍，以及掩藏得几不可闻的精致弦乐，当然更为惊艳的是她高调失真的唱腔，扭曲得无以复加的嗓音... 孤独焦虑恐惧，病态的主弦，真实而直白的共鸣 匆匆找来她的新歌，可是让我大吃一惊的是扑面而来的尽然是温和的感觉>"<，唔唔她已经是妈妈了。 “我觉得自己变得越来越有精神，焦虑的感觉，也变得越来越少了。”“我始终觉得焦虑及恐惧这些负面情绪真实而普遍，玩音乐的人，应该与它们共处才对。”她如释重负地说：“不过，我却很少再有这样情绪了。” 让我们祝福她吧^^亲爱的女王，我会永远记住你~ http://www.haoting.com/htmusic/245771ht.htm
17 椎名林檎
http://www.haoting.com/htmusic/245762ht.htm
すべりだい 椎名林檎
http://www.haoting.com/htmusic/245763ht.htm
アンコンディショナル?ラブ 椎名林檎
http://www.haoting.com/htmusic/245770ht.htm
東京の女(2001年的单曲"石膏"中的一首) 椎名林檎
---haoting上的东东不很全，以上均出自10周年碟私と放电---
http://www.haoting.com/htmusic/43450ht.htm
本能 椎名林檎
这首多多少少可以算作她的代表作...
我最推荐的 幸福论 和 歌舞伎町の女王 ，嗯嗯baidu还是蛮可靠的...
------被jerry同学提醒后的编辑线------
http://www.haoting.com/htmusic/43452ht.htm
苹果之歌 椎名林檎
2003年她沉寂的的4年之前的最后一张单曲
p.s.
她的本名叫做椎名裕美子 ，据说椎名在小时候非常害羞动不动就脸红，看起来很像苹果，所以大家就帮她取了林檎的外号（林檎的日文意思是苹果）
茎
^^2000年她发布的第8张单曲~也收录在同一年的加爾基 精液 栗ノ花(名字太orz了)这张专辑中
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Aohajin的忧郁
和某mm的忧郁相反呢...
其实这个世界上有这么多一样的人类，是一件挺美好的事情，或许...
独特的人格，或者相互的羁绊，反而是一副重担。
普通的时空流逝里有些微慢慢的变化，这样的感觉才是最美丽的，but unfortunately this is NOT how this world works...
没有平凡的世界，最平凡的人也在渴望着不平凡；意志并不能超越生命的无尽循环...无所谓终结，也无所谓最终满足，永无休止的徒然努力，那就是是神的心目中生命的形象?
消极不太好，只是最近有些事情让我很烦闷，本来就是容易逃避的性格...逃避总是很轻松的，只要能够受得了之后的后悔。
无意间重新踏上十年前的那条路，依稀感觉她还在身边，也好希望真的如此，即使还是只能远远地或者近近地看着，抑或在梦里能躺在她温和的怀里，闭上眼睛听她在耳边轻轻地告诉我，就说我已经很努力了，其实她一直都知道的...
爱也是羁绊吧，她说，“感觉这辈子都要被你纠缠不清了”
我会守候到最后吧？感觉这辈子就要被这样的感觉纠缠不清了: )
而我已经很累了，没有人夸奖我...有点委屈
其实这个世界上有这么多一样的人类，是一件挺美好的事情，或许...
独特的人格，或者相互的羁绊，反而是一副重担。
普通的时空流逝里有些微慢慢的变化，这样的感觉才是最美丽的，but unfortunately this is NOT how this world works...
没有平凡的世界，最平凡的人也在渴望着不平凡；意志并不能超越生命的无尽循环...无所谓终结，也无所谓最终满足，永无休止的徒然努力，那就是是神的心目中生命的形象?
消极不太好，只是最近有些事情让我很烦闷，本来就是容易逃避的性格...逃避总是很轻松的，只要能够受得了之后的后悔。
无意间重新踏上十年前的那条路，依稀感觉她还在身边，也好希望真的如此，即使还是只能远远地或者近近地看着，抑或在梦里能躺在她温和的怀里，闭上眼睛听她在耳边轻轻地告诉我，就说我已经很努力了，其实她一直都知道的...
爱也是羁绊吧，她说，“感觉这辈子都要被你纠缠不清了”
我会守候到最后吧？感觉这辈子就要被这样的感觉纠缠不清了: )
而我已经很累了，没有人夸奖我...有点委屈
Monday, June 23, 2008
Ayumi & 这小姑娘... & SOS团团舞 & 近年很火的某mm & Chatmonchy
很火星地"发现"了这个mm
好吧，以前只不过因为inuyasha的某些关系认真听过她的dearest而已
运气很好，她的声音带给我不少精神^^
编辑一下:
http://v.youku.com/v_show/id_XMTk2MTA4MjA=.html
滨崎步 My all 2007-2008Anniversary
从一开始就没在调上，但是她唱出的感觉依然让我的灵魂莫名的悸动
说的夸张了...anyway，这首歌...这已经是让人心碎了...
她已经听不见了吗?..bless...
编辑一下2:
http://v.youku.com/v_show/id_XMzE1MzcyNzY=.html
北出菜奈 PUNK&BABYs
这小姑娘...
...
好吧，愈发喜欢她唱出的某些奇怪的绵绵的味道...
也许我应该使用这个标题:最Sexy的非主流
娃娃音的小萝莉+摧毁性挑逗魅力的PUNK
有多少人会觉得她的束腰是精华中的精华?@@(这个可以参考以前发过的[kiss])
编辑一下3:
http://v.youku.com/v_show/id_XOTMyNjgzMg==.html
北出菜奈 消せない罪
很多人第一次听到的都是这一曲吧^^16岁的她还真是老实耶，只在结束的地方小小表现了下，作ED的时候那部分还被砍掉了`=`
编辑一下3.5:
http://v.youku.com/v_show/id_XMjA3OTAyMTY=.html
北出菜奈 Suicides Love Story
女神异闻录ED，告诉你这个mm现在是多么的BT
编辑一下3.6:
http://v.youku.com/v_show/id_XMjkwMDA5NzI=.html
北出菜奈 Pureness
Kitade Nana以前是Pub歌手喔，在她短暂的高中时代
如果在一个YY的时空中遇到那个时候的她，我会不会疯狂地迷上她呢?
哎哎本校产的小太妹(比如某著名超女)和她实在差得太远了，YY失败~
编辑一下4:
http://v.youku.com/v_show/id_XMjcxMTQ5MzI=.html
不知道为什么想起这个来了
SOS团团舞私以为才是整个凉宫春日的忧郁最让人不拜不行的地方..
没机会入手的东西...anyway...
看到哥特萝莉装的华丽了吗？
好吧，我承认这个图是我从nana想到团长的理由...
编辑一下5:
http://v.youku.com/v_show/id_XMzEwNTAyNjQ=.html
幸田来未&东方神起 Last Angel Feat
我们都还记得FFX-2的千言万语和Real Emotion，不过她...更多的时候缺乏一点能感染人的东西，好吧，可能是某些东西太商业了就不能BT，从而不能从BT的我这里唤起共鸣
还是觉得有点可惜...
Anyway，喜欢BritneySpears的话你会喜欢她的，很多人把她和Ayumi Hamasaki相比，我并不认同她们的相似甚至可比性
编辑一下6:
http://v.youku.com/v_show/id_XMjAyMjYwNDg=.html
チャットモンチー(chatmonchy) 香格里拉
高桥久美子 桥本絵莉子 福冈晃子
最后还是正常一下，如果你不明白什么叫清纯自然，那么这就是
"静溢时沉静的下来,张狂时又见刚柔并进的力量喷张"
我知道，比起nana来，大家更可能喜欢这个..
好吧，以前只不过因为inuyasha的某些关系认真听过她的dearest而已
运气很好，她的声音带给我不少精神^^
编辑一下:
http://v.youku.com/v_show/id_XMTk2MTA4MjA=.html
滨崎步 My all 2007-2008Anniversary
从一开始就没在调上，但是她唱出的感觉依然让我的灵魂莫名的悸动
说的夸张了...anyway，这首歌...这已经是让人心碎了...
她已经听不见了吗?..bless...
编辑一下2:
http://v.youku.com/v_show/id_XMzE1MzcyNzY=.html
北出菜奈 PUNK&BABYs
这小姑娘...
...
好吧，愈发喜欢她唱出的某些奇怪的绵绵的味道...
也许我应该使用这个标题:最Sexy的非主流
娃娃音的小萝莉+摧毁性挑逗魅力的PUNK
有多少人会觉得她的束腰是精华中的精华?@@(这个可以参考以前发过的[kiss])
编辑一下3:
http://v.youku.com/v_show/id_XOTMyNjgzMg==.html
北出菜奈 消せない罪
很多人第一次听到的都是这一曲吧^^16岁的她还真是老实耶，只在结束的地方小小表现了下，作ED的时候那部分还被砍掉了`=`
编辑一下3.5:
http://v.youku.com/v_show/id_XMjA3OTAyMTY=.html
北出菜奈 Suicides Love Story
女神异闻录ED，告诉你这个mm现在是多么的BT
编辑一下3.6:
http://v.youku.com/v_show/id_XMjkwMDA5NzI=.html
北出菜奈 Pureness
Kitade Nana以前是Pub歌手喔，在她短暂的高中时代
如果在一个YY的时空中遇到那个时候的她，我会不会疯狂地迷上她呢?
哎哎本校产的小太妹(比如某著名超女)和她实在差得太远了，YY失败~
编辑一下4:
http://v.youku.com/v_show/id_XMjcxMTQ5MzI=.html
不知道为什么想起这个来了
SOS团团舞私以为才是整个凉宫春日的忧郁最让人不拜不行的地方..
没机会入手的东西...anyway...
看到哥特萝莉装的华丽了吗？
好吧，我承认这个图是我从nana想到团长的理由...
编辑一下5:
http://v.youku.com/v_show/id_XMzEwNTAyNjQ=.html
幸田来未&东方神起 Last Angel Feat
我们都还记得FFX-2的千言万语和Real Emotion，不过她...更多的时候缺乏一点能感染人的东西，好吧，可能是某些东西太商业了就不能BT，从而不能从BT的我这里唤起共鸣
还是觉得有点可惜...
Anyway，喜欢BritneySpears的话你会喜欢她的，很多人把她和Ayumi Hamasaki相比，我并不认同她们的相似甚至可比性
编辑一下6:
http://v.youku.com/v_show/id_XMjAyMjYwNDg=.html
チャットモンチー(chatmonchy) 香格里拉
高桥久美子 桥本絵莉子 福冈晃子
最后还是正常一下，如果你不明白什么叫清纯自然，那么这就是
"静溢时沉静的下来,张狂时又见刚柔并进的力量喷张"
我知道，比起nana来，大家更可能喜欢这个..
Monday, May 26, 2008
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Functia...神文...
发信人: totowo (托托巫), 信区: Joke
标 题: Re: 三角函数实力排名(zz) (转载)
发信站: 水木社区 (Sun May 25 02:30:59 2008), 站内
原创作者:schuma
Functia(1)
有一个安静的小镇，名叫Functia，镇上的居民被人称作functian。这其中一个普通的居
民叫Sinc，至少邻居们这么称呼他。他的样子嘛，顾名思义，有个圆滚滚的头，没有脖子
和腰，像一个酒盅扣在地上。衣服在旁边的地上拖得很长，像水的波纹一样。他在路上走
的时候，有时候被人上下打量，然后被人认出来， “哎，这不是正弦函数除以自变量本
身么？听人提起过你啊。”然后他就会很高兴的回答，“管我叫Sinc好了。”于是别人就
管他叫Sinc，其实谁也不知道那个C是什么意思。
Sinc爱种花，在自己的院子里种。他不想让随便什么人进来弄坏他的小花园，所以就修了
一个门。这个门，其实并没有门扇，只是墙的一个缺口而已。Sinc回家的时候，不能直接
进门——因为他的衣服拖得很长。到了门口，他会一转身，变一个样子，变成矩形... 好
，Sinc会变成矩形。整个变形一转身就完成了，他根本不用想积分之类的东西，这是写到
他基因里面的。变成矩形以后，很容易就可以进到门里去。要是他愿意的话，再转身变成
原来的样子。实际上哪种样子他都能舒服的呆着。这件事也不是秘密，因为稍微熟识Sinc
的人都知道，他的全名叫Sincus Rectanguli。
其实这种转身动作，镇上每个functian都会。镇外的人管它叫傅立叶转身。但是其实人们
也知道，傅立叶本人并不会这种魔术。Sinc最要好的朋友叫Lambda，从一边看是一个三角
形Λ，从另一边看跟Sinc样子差不多，只是更瘦一点。也许他们长得差不多所以关系好吧
。Lambda也能进到 Sinc的院门里，只要他用三角形的一面对着门。有传言说Lambda是
Sinc的孩子，一种说法说Sinc变成矩形的样子，用叫“卷积”的魔法制造了 Lambda；另
一种说法说Sinc会做“乘积”，于是产生了Lambda。也不知道哪种说法更可信。不过镇上
的元老们的解释是，这些都是假的，因为不管卷积还是乘积都是神话时代才有的魔法。要
是这种魔法现在还有人会的话，这个世界就全乱套了。
说起元老们，首先还得提到镇长，叫Gauss。它很胖，穿着宽大的袍子。镇上没有人比他
更老了，也没有人比他的威信更高。他似乎什么都懂，每次他咳嗽两下开始说话，其他的
functians都安静的听。小镇最高的房子上有一个钟楼，据说那口钟也是他的雕像。Sinc
对Gauss也很景仰，同时，敬而远之。Sinc对自己院子的门感到很得意，因为Gauss不管怎
么摆弄他的肥胖的身躯，都进不了那个门。这样Gauss就不会常常来串门，指手画脚了。
Gauss的转身功夫实在是有点差劲。他一转身，无非就是从矮胖变得稍微瘦高，但是袍子
总在脚边拖着。有人说这个袍子是他元老的象征，是不会消失的。顺便说一句，Functia
里的人，有时候见到美味吃的太多，变胖了以后，并不担心，即使女生们也不担心——她
们只要一转身，就变得甚至比先前更瘦了。所以胖瘦大家并不在意。Gauss以前宣布过一
个“海森堡减肥无用原理”，说就算你减肥了，一转身准保变胖。其实这个道理大家心里
都有数，Gauss 说这个只不过是为了反驳某些人说他胖而已。
Gauss也有个密友，叫Sech，也成天穿着件袍子，比Gauss瘦一点点，但是拖在地上的衣服
厚一些。人们见到的Sech也总是保持一个样子，其实许多人不知道Sech转身以后样子也还
是没变化，这点倒是跟Gauss很一样。不用说，因为那件不肯摘掉的袍子，他也进不了
Sinc的花园。许多人觉得Sech和Gauss条件很接近，完全有资格当镇长，但Sech一直比较
低调，也许是碍于面子，从不提这码事。人们只是见Sech经常跑到海滩上去冲浪，他在水
面上划过，活像一个孤立子。
镇上还有好多村民，一个长得很像Sinc的人叫Bessel。Gauss曾说，她的名字起的有点问
题，说她是一阶Bessel函数除以自变量本身，就像Sinc不能叫Sin一样，她也不应该叫
Bessel。不管怎么说，Bessel还是一个响亮的名字。她一转身会变成一个精确的半圆形，
扣在地上的样子。有人说这个样子很完美，有些人说像乌龟。但终归她这样可以去Sinc家
玩，所以她也是Sinc的常客。
一个叫Trapez的人，样子普通，也穿着花边衣服，转身后变成一个梯形的样子。他之所以
出名是因为他的职业，他是个旅行家，经常带照片回来给大家分享。他讲的外面的世界的
故事也是人们最喜欢听的。
虽然有那么两个阶层，元老和村民，但functians都和睦的生活着。直到有一天，长久的
平静被打破了
Functia(2)
有一天，Functia镇上的居民正在广场上闲聊，外出旅行的Trapez回来了。远远看见他回
来大家都很兴奋。他是以梯形的样子回来的，否则要是他转过身去，很难在远处把它和
Sinc区分开。但当他走近的时候，functians心中却产生了恐惧。因为那根本就不是原来
的Trapez了，他 受 伤了。他原本很健康很连续的梯形身体，变成了仿佛许多竖直的尖刺
排列而成的一个梯形。以往他每次一回来总是被大家围起来问长问短，这一次，从另一个
角度看他的人惊奇的发现，他的形状不再是像Sinc那样一个身体加上周围的拖地衣服，而
是有许多个同样的身体排成一个长队，像是用叠起来的纸剪出来的人形拉花，队伍的长度
都让人看不到尽头。这种事情，functians从没见过，因为所有的镇子里所有人的身体都
是有限大的，这个看不到头的队伍算是什么？他简直已经不是这个叫做INTEGRABLE的星球
上的生物，而是外星人了！Trapez自己也说不清为什么会这样，只是说在树林里走路，突
然被人从背后猛然推倒了，起来就变成这幅样子了。
出现怪事，要找Gauss。很快Gauss扭动着肥胖的身躯从图书馆里赶来。他端详了一会儿受
伤的Trapez，幽幽的说，“你，被采样了……”
采样这个字眼，居民们都没听说过。他们并不介意听到一个新词，因为镇长Gauss常用一
些没人认识的词说一些大家都知道的事，他毕竟同时是一个哲学家。这次不对劲的是，
Gauss说完这话就在闷头想什么事情，这和他一贯高调做事的风格不符。之后Gauss走到
Sinc跟前低声说了一句话就走了。 Gauss叫Sinc去他家。然而Sinc不想一个人去，倒不是
怕Gauss亏待他：因为Gauss有长长的衣角，他家连门都没有，应该说，连墙都没有，只是
一块空地而已，否则他回不了家。这对来做客的人来说很安全，只是Sinc觉得和Gauss这
样的前辈呆在一起并不自在。于是他叫上了好友Bessel 一同前往，这样就感觉舒服很多
了。
到了Gauss家所在的那块草地上，Gauss对Sinc说，“麻烦来了……”随即从书架上拿下一
本金边皮制封皮的大书。
居民们还在广场上讨论Trapez的伤势，这时候有人从城边跑来说，外面来了怪物，于是
Sech和另外几个人爬上钟楼眺望。往Functia镇移动而来的是一个像栅栏一样的东西，无
数一模一样的尖刺排成一排，两边都无穷无尽。这样一个栅栏居然整个缓缓的移动而来。
Sech跟人们一描述， Trapez立刻回想起在自己摔倒以后，见到了类似的东西，它非常危
险。
镇上有个叫Laplace的家伙很有责任心，听说有人要来攻打，便头也没回就往小镇外走去
。他是镇上最强壮的人，有个尖脑袋，左右两个手臂是指数衰减的，比Gauss那种指数平
方衰减的袍子可是粗壮了很多。他这个体型被搞概率学家称为Laplace分布，所以得到这
个绰号。如果他转过身来，虽然脑袋变得圆了一些，但是手臂更粗壮，达到平方分之一的
多项式量级！每当有危险的时候，Laplace总是冲在前面，这让所有functians都感到放心
。可这次让Laplace没想到的是，那个怪物栅栏是会魔法的。他刚接近怪物，就一下也变
成了尖刺排列的形状，只是尖刺的长度还是原来身体的形状。他像 Trapez一样，也被“
采样”了。最强壮的人都抵挡不住，难道这个尖刺军团要让所有的村民都面目全非么？
有居民想，也许从另一个角度可以看到怪物转身后的样子，只要别是这种栅栏形，怎么都
好说。可是Sech从钟楼眺望，发现即使换个角度看，这个怪物还是同样的形状。它竟然和
Gauss，Sech一样，是个转身也不变的家伙！没有弱点，不能攻破。
与此同时Gauss还在家里和Sinc，Bessel谈话。Gauss对着书说，“马上会有一个叫Comb的
怪物来了，他学名叫Dirac Array，是Dirac Delta异化，也就是，复制好多份的结果……
很久以前这个Dirac Delta曾经作乱，用乘积魔法把别人也变得和他一样……”
Sinc问，“等等，你是说乘积魔法真的存在？”
Gauss答道，“的确存在啊，只是因为破坏力太大，所以不使用这个魔法已经演化为一种
道德，被人们无条件的接受了……Dirac Delta的魔法威力虽然很大，但是他本人的弱点
也很明显，就是只要他转身，或者人们绕到他另一侧，就会发现他变成了一个平坦的常函
数模样，无论他怎么使用乘积魔法也没有效果了。所以那次作乱事件，Dirac Delta只能
偷袭别人……现在他可能是和许多受害者——被变成和他一样的人——融为一体，形成了
一个梳子形状，所以就算他转身，也逃不过他的魔爪……”
听到这里，Sinc绝望了，广场上也传来了嘈杂的声音，那是Sech在跟大家描述那只怪物。
Gauss继续说，“有些人管Comb施乘积魔法叫采样。Sinc你知道么，也有一些人管你叫采
样函数……”
“吓，莫非我和这个怪物有什么关系？”
“的确是的，因为如果你能放出乘积魔法的话，你可以干掉这个怪物……你看你的样子，
你拖在地上的衣服，在某些位置是没有的。调整好这些等间距的零点的话，恰好可以把
Comb的尖刺和零点对准，然后用乘积一网打尽。只剩下中间一个尖刺，它是你的脑袋的位
置，没法消除。不过这样的结果就是让Comb 从Dirac阵列还原成了Dirac Delta本身，然
后人们就可以容易的回避他了……”尽管Gauss的话太学术了，不过到了紧要关头，Sinc
和Bessel也只能忍耐一下这枯燥而准确的语言。
Sinc咽了一下口水，我原来有这个使命，还是命中注定圣战中的the one，心里紧张啊。
Bessel也觉得Sinc这个行动太危险了，万一没对准反被Comb搞定的话还不如逃命。
Bessel瞅着Sinc，对Gauss说，“让我上，我的模样和Sinc很像的。”
Gauss说，“唉，钦佩你的勇气，但是遗憾的是，Bessel小姐，你的零点并不是等间距的
，没法一下把Comb这个可恶的怪物消灭。”
Sinc还是很疑惑，“究竟谁会使用这个早已失传的乘积魔法呢？”“难道你不会么？到这
个时候就别隐瞒了啊，不是有不少人说你……”“虽然有流言，但那是瞎话，我一点也不
信呢。这可怎么办，书里写了怎么用么？”
Gauss眼中一亮“而我的确会啊……我教给你……”镇长，胖归胖，看来的确是有些手段
的……
就这样，镇长把魔法的咒语和要领教给了Sinc，然后和Bessel一起仔细丈量调整Sinc的衣
服，也就是零点的位置。当调整到没有任何误差后，Bessel给了Sinc最好的祝福。
Functia (3)
Functia处在前所未有的危机中，Sinc在Gauss的指导下担负起了降伏Comb这个尖刺军团怪物
的重任，即将出征。正当他们转身要走时，只见Sinc的好友Lambda在Gauss家外的小路上，
也正要匆匆离去。原来Lambda跟着他们一起来，听到了乘积魔法的使用方法。而且他自己的
零点，和Sinc是一模一样的，所以他自己调整尺寸以后要代替好友去迎敌了。Sinc看到Lamb
da的衣服如自己一样前所未有的整齐，就知道事情不妙，要追赶已经来不及，Lambda一溜烟
跑远了，毕竟Lambda比Sinc瘦一点。据说Lambda快速跑动的时候，另一面的人看到他三角形
的一面，相位在极速变化。
镇上的居民们看见Lambda冲向了逼近小镇的怪物Comb，边奔跑边对准，边准备念咒语施魔法
。Comb其实也在准备施魔法了，只是因为他的身体只有尖刺，所以看不到他念咒语的样子。
就在他们相遇的刹那，“MULTIPLICARE！”两人同时喊出咒语用出了魔法。
结果，真的相乘了，由于两人的魔法都生效，他们融为一体，只剩下一个乘积functian。乘
积就是Dirac Delta，一根尖刺，光杆一根！Lambda成功把一个阵列还原成了一根尖刺了。D
elta看到自己的模样，多少年的功夫全都白费，关键还是见到有人也使出了乘积魔法，不禁
怒气冲天，独自像小镇冲来。
这显然已经是不理智的举动了，因为他虽然头仍然很尖，杀伤范围却也很小，而且现在不是
偷袭了。这回正赶上Sinc在路上等他，Delta冲过来，Sinc侧身变成矩形闪过他。Delta反到
把自己常函数的一面暴露出来，“MULTIPLICARE！”Sinc立刻使用乘积魔法，一道光闪过，
Delta也被变成了矩形的模样，和Sinc一模一样。
Delta没了尖头，仿佛老虎被拔掉了牙齿，立刻失去了斗志。居民一拥而上，Delta还没来得
及念咒语就被制服了。
敌人被消灭了，可是Lambda和Comb融为一体成为新的Delta，旅行家Trapez和大力士Laplac
e都受伤了。该怎么办呢？Gauss又出来指挥，要让Sinc帮忙了。Sinc变成了矩形，调整好尺
寸，对着Trapez的侧面，就是那个像人形拉花的无穷的队伍使出乘积魔法，滤掉了所有的副
本，只剩下原本的一个身体，这样Trapez基本上就恢复了原来的样子。唯一的缺憾是Trape
z那个形态原本无限长的衣角被滤掉，造成了一点影响，梯形的样子也不是完美的梯形了，
有点像笔挺的衣服被弄皱了。接着Sinc对Laplace做了同样的治疗，使他也基本复原。
最后面对已经变成矩形的Delta，他其实是恶魔Comb和好友Lambda的融合体，Sinc还希望做
点什么。Gauss建议他用两个矩形卷积来恢复Lambda的三角形外貌。Sinc说，“好吧，我也
希望能这样。你一定也会卷积魔法吧，肯教给我么？”Gauss笑道“你是镇上的英雄了，我
怎么可能不肯教给你。但是你实际上已经会了啊，只要先转身，再乘积，然后再转身就是卷
积魔法了啊……”“原来是这样！”Sinc这样做了，他又看到了Lambda的三角脑袋。Delta
的意志似乎已经从那个躯壳中淡出，Lambda在好友Sinc的反复操作下控制住了这个身体。至
此，一切问题都被解决了，友谊万岁。
第二天，新生代英雄Sinc应邀来到Gauss家。Gauss对他说，他考虑要退休了，要Sinc来当这
个镇长。Gauss是大家心中典范的functian，有诸多美好的品质，比如转身也没变化（也有
人说这不好），比如方差给定时熵最大。就像圆形是平面国Flatland里当之无愧的国王一样
，Gauss也是Functia当之无愧的镇长。他要退休，这怎么让人接受呢？Gauss看着外面，对S
inc娓娓道来，“很久以前我也和大伙一样，有这样那样的特点和缺点，身上有点不连续啊
，有点不可导之类的地方。这其实也没什么，人人都是这样的。后来我找到了一本古书，其
中记载了乘积魔法，以及用它来卷积的方法。虽然知道这是很危险的招数，但是我还是好奇
的在我自己身上试验，一次一次的对着镜子和自己卷积。最终的结果，经过数不清的试验，
我就变成了现在的样子，得到了很多崇拜，也凭着许多知识当了镇长。其实我并非天生特别
……可是你知道未来会变成什么样的么？”
“未来？”这个词Sinc自然是懂得的，但却从没想过。因为Functia的生活如此悠闲自在，
没人需要真正希望以后会 变 成 什么其他的样子。
“未来，将会有一天，怪物Comb将会再次来袭。那时候，每一个连续的functian都会被采样
，变成尖刺组成的形状，转身后的样子都会是一个无穷长的队列。不仅如此，这个无穷长的
队列还会再次被采样，所以在原来的方向上，尖刺组成的形状也会被复制无数份排列起来。
这样无论从那个角度看，就都是无数个尖刺了，还反复周期性得排列起来，而人们只关心我
们在一个周期内的样子……”Sinc虽然不能完全理解，但也实在听不下去了，这就是我们fu
nctians的未来么？我们都会变成Comb那种鬼样子？
“但是只要你Sinc还在，我们就还有希望……你是一把钥匙，只要你去使用乘积，卷积的魔
法，我们的原形就能恢复。许多人都能做类似的事，Trapez，Bessel，Butterworth，甚至
我也可以，但是谁的天赋都没有你好，毕竟你是一个理想的滤波器啊……所以你可以照顾好
Functia所有的人，渡过那段黑暗无比的 离散化 的未来。这股浪潮一来，我这个Gauss的身
躯就是一点用都没有了啊，所以我想让你当镇长……”
Sinc从没想过自己或是傻而方的身体，或是上下翻腾的衣角有这么重要的使命，“能拯救所
有被采样的functian？”但是想想可怕的怪物Comb，想想Gauss的话“将会有一天，每一个
连续的functian都会被采样”，感到能维持或者恢复现在和睦的生活，对任何人，都是最好
的事情。其实他心里还是更想让Gauss在位，因为Gauss几乎成了这安宁生活的一个象征，而
自己上任，其实意味着灾难和拯救。
当天下午进行了全体functian投票。新英雄Sinc全票当选镇长，他是唯一的候选人。
（完）
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Functia(1)
有一个安静的小镇，名叫Functia，镇上的居民被人称作functian。这其中一个普通的居
民叫Sinc，至少邻居们这么称呼他。他的样子嘛，顾名思义，有个圆滚滚的头，没有脖子
和腰，像一个酒盅扣在地上。衣服在旁边的地上拖得很长，像水的波纹一样。他在路上走
的时候，有时候被人上下打量，然后被人认出来， “哎，这不是正弦函数除以自变量本
身么？听人提起过你啊。”然后他就会很高兴的回答，“管我叫Sinc好了。”于是别人就
管他叫Sinc，其实谁也不知道那个C是什么意思。
Sinc爱种花，在自己的院子里种。他不想让随便什么人进来弄坏他的小花园，所以就修了
一个门。这个门，其实并没有门扇，只是墙的一个缺口而已。Sinc回家的时候，不能直接
进门——因为他的衣服拖得很长。到了门口，他会一转身，变一个样子，变成矩形... 好
，Sinc会变成矩形。整个变形一转身就完成了，他根本不用想积分之类的东西，这是写到
他基因里面的。变成矩形以后，很容易就可以进到门里去。要是他愿意的话，再转身变成
原来的样子。实际上哪种样子他都能舒服的呆着。这件事也不是秘密，因为稍微熟识Sinc
的人都知道，他的全名叫Sincus Rectanguli。
其实这种转身动作，镇上每个functian都会。镇外的人管它叫傅立叶转身。但是其实人们
也知道，傅立叶本人并不会这种魔术。Sinc最要好的朋友叫Lambda，从一边看是一个三角
形Λ，从另一边看跟Sinc样子差不多，只是更瘦一点。也许他们长得差不多所以关系好吧
。Lambda也能进到 Sinc的院门里，只要他用三角形的一面对着门。有传言说Lambda是
Sinc的孩子，一种说法说Sinc变成矩形的样子，用叫“卷积”的魔法制造了 Lambda；另
一种说法说Sinc会做“乘积”，于是产生了Lambda。也不知道哪种说法更可信。不过镇上
的元老们的解释是，这些都是假的，因为不管卷积还是乘积都是神话时代才有的魔法。要
是这种魔法现在还有人会的话，这个世界就全乱套了。
说起元老们，首先还得提到镇长，叫Gauss。它很胖，穿着宽大的袍子。镇上没有人比他
更老了，也没有人比他的威信更高。他似乎什么都懂，每次他咳嗽两下开始说话，其他的
functians都安静的听。小镇最高的房子上有一个钟楼，据说那口钟也是他的雕像。Sinc
对Gauss也很景仰，同时，敬而远之。Sinc对自己院子的门感到很得意，因为Gauss不管怎
么摆弄他的肥胖的身躯，都进不了那个门。这样Gauss就不会常常来串门，指手画脚了。
Gauss的转身功夫实在是有点差劲。他一转身，无非就是从矮胖变得稍微瘦高，但是袍子
总在脚边拖着。有人说这个袍子是他元老的象征，是不会消失的。顺便说一句，Functia
里的人，有时候见到美味吃的太多，变胖了以后，并不担心，即使女生们也不担心——她
们只要一转身，就变得甚至比先前更瘦了。所以胖瘦大家并不在意。Gauss以前宣布过一
个“海森堡减肥无用原理”，说就算你减肥了，一转身准保变胖。其实这个道理大家心里
都有数，Gauss 说这个只不过是为了反驳某些人说他胖而已。
Gauss也有个密友，叫Sech，也成天穿着件袍子，比Gauss瘦一点点，但是拖在地上的衣服
厚一些。人们见到的Sech也总是保持一个样子，其实许多人不知道Sech转身以后样子也还
是没变化，这点倒是跟Gauss很一样。不用说，因为那件不肯摘掉的袍子，他也进不了
Sinc的花园。许多人觉得Sech和Gauss条件很接近，完全有资格当镇长，但Sech一直比较
低调，也许是碍于面子，从不提这码事。人们只是见Sech经常跑到海滩上去冲浪，他在水
面上划过，活像一个孤立子。
镇上还有好多村民，一个长得很像Sinc的人叫Bessel。Gauss曾说，她的名字起的有点问
题，说她是一阶Bessel函数除以自变量本身，就像Sinc不能叫Sin一样，她也不应该叫
Bessel。不管怎么说，Bessel还是一个响亮的名字。她一转身会变成一个精确的半圆形，
扣在地上的样子。有人说这个样子很完美，有些人说像乌龟。但终归她这样可以去Sinc家
玩，所以她也是Sinc的常客。
一个叫Trapez的人，样子普通，也穿着花边衣服，转身后变成一个梯形的样子。他之所以
出名是因为他的职业，他是个旅行家，经常带照片回来给大家分享。他讲的外面的世界的
故事也是人们最喜欢听的。
虽然有那么两个阶层，元老和村民，但functians都和睦的生活着。直到有一天，长久的
平静被打破了
Functia(2)
有一天，Functia镇上的居民正在广场上闲聊，外出旅行的Trapez回来了。远远看见他回
来大家都很兴奋。他是以梯形的样子回来的，否则要是他转过身去，很难在远处把它和
Sinc区分开。但当他走近的时候，functians心中却产生了恐惧。因为那根本就不是原来
的Trapez了，他 受 伤了。他原本很健康很连续的梯形身体，变成了仿佛许多竖直的尖刺
排列而成的一个梯形。以往他每次一回来总是被大家围起来问长问短，这一次，从另一个
角度看他的人惊奇的发现，他的形状不再是像Sinc那样一个身体加上周围的拖地衣服，而
是有许多个同样的身体排成一个长队，像是用叠起来的纸剪出来的人形拉花，队伍的长度
都让人看不到尽头。这种事情，functians从没见过，因为所有的镇子里所有人的身体都
是有限大的，这个看不到头的队伍算是什么？他简直已经不是这个叫做INTEGRABLE的星球
上的生物，而是外星人了！Trapez自己也说不清为什么会这样，只是说在树林里走路，突
然被人从背后猛然推倒了，起来就变成这幅样子了。
出现怪事，要找Gauss。很快Gauss扭动着肥胖的身躯从图书馆里赶来。他端详了一会儿受
伤的Trapez，幽幽的说，“你，被采样了……”
采样这个字眼，居民们都没听说过。他们并不介意听到一个新词，因为镇长Gauss常用一
些没人认识的词说一些大家都知道的事，他毕竟同时是一个哲学家。这次不对劲的是，
Gauss说完这话就在闷头想什么事情，这和他一贯高调做事的风格不符。之后Gauss走到
Sinc跟前低声说了一句话就走了。 Gauss叫Sinc去他家。然而Sinc不想一个人去，倒不是
怕Gauss亏待他：因为Gauss有长长的衣角，他家连门都没有，应该说，连墙都没有，只是
一块空地而已，否则他回不了家。这对来做客的人来说很安全，只是Sinc觉得和Gauss这
样的前辈呆在一起并不自在。于是他叫上了好友Bessel 一同前往，这样就感觉舒服很多
了。
到了Gauss家所在的那块草地上，Gauss对Sinc说，“麻烦来了……”随即从书架上拿下一
本金边皮制封皮的大书。
居民们还在广场上讨论Trapez的伤势，这时候有人从城边跑来说，外面来了怪物，于是
Sech和另外几个人爬上钟楼眺望。往Functia镇移动而来的是一个像栅栏一样的东西，无
数一模一样的尖刺排成一排，两边都无穷无尽。这样一个栅栏居然整个缓缓的移动而来。
Sech跟人们一描述， Trapez立刻回想起在自己摔倒以后，见到了类似的东西，它非常危
险。
镇上有个叫Laplace的家伙很有责任心，听说有人要来攻打，便头也没回就往小镇外走去
。他是镇上最强壮的人，有个尖脑袋，左右两个手臂是指数衰减的，比Gauss那种指数平
方衰减的袍子可是粗壮了很多。他这个体型被搞概率学家称为Laplace分布，所以得到这
个绰号。如果他转过身来，虽然脑袋变得圆了一些，但是手臂更粗壮，达到平方分之一的
多项式量级！每当有危险的时候，Laplace总是冲在前面，这让所有functians都感到放心
。可这次让Laplace没想到的是，那个怪物栅栏是会魔法的。他刚接近怪物，就一下也变
成了尖刺排列的形状，只是尖刺的长度还是原来身体的形状。他像 Trapez一样，也被“
采样”了。最强壮的人都抵挡不住，难道这个尖刺军团要让所有的村民都面目全非么？
有居民想，也许从另一个角度可以看到怪物转身后的样子，只要别是这种栅栏形，怎么都
好说。可是Sech从钟楼眺望，发现即使换个角度看，这个怪物还是同样的形状。它竟然和
Gauss，Sech一样，是个转身也不变的家伙！没有弱点，不能攻破。
与此同时Gauss还在家里和Sinc，Bessel谈话。Gauss对着书说，“马上会有一个叫Comb的
怪物来了，他学名叫Dirac Array，是Dirac Delta异化，也就是，复制好多份的结果……
很久以前这个Dirac Delta曾经作乱，用乘积魔法把别人也变得和他一样……”
Sinc问，“等等，你是说乘积魔法真的存在？”
Gauss答道，“的确存在啊，只是因为破坏力太大，所以不使用这个魔法已经演化为一种
道德，被人们无条件的接受了……Dirac Delta的魔法威力虽然很大，但是他本人的弱点
也很明显，就是只要他转身，或者人们绕到他另一侧，就会发现他变成了一个平坦的常函
数模样，无论他怎么使用乘积魔法也没有效果了。所以那次作乱事件，Dirac Delta只能
偷袭别人……现在他可能是和许多受害者——被变成和他一样的人——融为一体，形成了
一个梳子形状，所以就算他转身，也逃不过他的魔爪……”
听到这里，Sinc绝望了，广场上也传来了嘈杂的声音，那是Sech在跟大家描述那只怪物。
Gauss继续说，“有些人管Comb施乘积魔法叫采样。Sinc你知道么，也有一些人管你叫采
样函数……”
“吓，莫非我和这个怪物有什么关系？”
“的确是的，因为如果你能放出乘积魔法的话，你可以干掉这个怪物……你看你的样子，
你拖在地上的衣服，在某些位置是没有的。调整好这些等间距的零点的话，恰好可以把
Comb的尖刺和零点对准，然后用乘积一网打尽。只剩下中间一个尖刺，它是你的脑袋的位
置，没法消除。不过这样的结果就是让Comb 从Dirac阵列还原成了Dirac Delta本身，然
后人们就可以容易的回避他了……”尽管Gauss的话太学术了，不过到了紧要关头，Sinc
和Bessel也只能忍耐一下这枯燥而准确的语言。
Sinc咽了一下口水，我原来有这个使命，还是命中注定圣战中的the one，心里紧张啊。
Bessel也觉得Sinc这个行动太危险了，万一没对准反被Comb搞定的话还不如逃命。
Bessel瞅着Sinc，对Gauss说，“让我上，我的模样和Sinc很像的。”
Gauss说，“唉，钦佩你的勇气，但是遗憾的是，Bessel小姐，你的零点并不是等间距的
，没法一下把Comb这个可恶的怪物消灭。”
Sinc还是很疑惑，“究竟谁会使用这个早已失传的乘积魔法呢？”“难道你不会么？到这
个时候就别隐瞒了啊，不是有不少人说你……”“虽然有流言，但那是瞎话，我一点也不
信呢。这可怎么办，书里写了怎么用么？”
Gauss眼中一亮“而我的确会啊……我教给你……”镇长，胖归胖，看来的确是有些手段
的……
就这样，镇长把魔法的咒语和要领教给了Sinc，然后和Bessel一起仔细丈量调整Sinc的衣
服，也就是零点的位置。当调整到没有任何误差后，Bessel给了Sinc最好的祝福。
Functia (3)
Functia处在前所未有的危机中，Sinc在Gauss的指导下担负起了降伏Comb这个尖刺军团怪物
的重任，即将出征。正当他们转身要走时，只见Sinc的好友Lambda在Gauss家外的小路上，
也正要匆匆离去。原来Lambda跟着他们一起来，听到了乘积魔法的使用方法。而且他自己的
零点，和Sinc是一模一样的，所以他自己调整尺寸以后要代替好友去迎敌了。Sinc看到Lamb
da的衣服如自己一样前所未有的整齐，就知道事情不妙，要追赶已经来不及，Lambda一溜烟
跑远了，毕竟Lambda比Sinc瘦一点。据说Lambda快速跑动的时候，另一面的人看到他三角形
的一面，相位在极速变化。
镇上的居民们看见Lambda冲向了逼近小镇的怪物Comb，边奔跑边对准，边准备念咒语施魔法
。Comb其实也在准备施魔法了，只是因为他的身体只有尖刺，所以看不到他念咒语的样子。
就在他们相遇的刹那，“MULTIPLICARE！”两人同时喊出咒语用出了魔法。
结果，真的相乘了，由于两人的魔法都生效，他们融为一体，只剩下一个乘积functian。乘
积就是Dirac Delta，一根尖刺，光杆一根！Lambda成功把一个阵列还原成了一根尖刺了。D
elta看到自己的模样，多少年的功夫全都白费，关键还是见到有人也使出了乘积魔法，不禁
怒气冲天，独自像小镇冲来。
这显然已经是不理智的举动了，因为他虽然头仍然很尖，杀伤范围却也很小，而且现在不是
偷袭了。这回正赶上Sinc在路上等他，Delta冲过来，Sinc侧身变成矩形闪过他。Delta反到
把自己常函数的一面暴露出来，“MULTIPLICARE！”Sinc立刻使用乘积魔法，一道光闪过，
Delta也被变成了矩形的模样，和Sinc一模一样。
Delta没了尖头，仿佛老虎被拔掉了牙齿，立刻失去了斗志。居民一拥而上，Delta还没来得
及念咒语就被制服了。
敌人被消灭了，可是Lambda和Comb融为一体成为新的Delta，旅行家Trapez和大力士Laplac
e都受伤了。该怎么办呢？Gauss又出来指挥，要让Sinc帮忙了。Sinc变成了矩形，调整好尺
寸，对着Trapez的侧面，就是那个像人形拉花的无穷的队伍使出乘积魔法，滤掉了所有的副
本，只剩下原本的一个身体，这样Trapez基本上就恢复了原来的样子。唯一的缺憾是Trape
z那个形态原本无限长的衣角被滤掉，造成了一点影响，梯形的样子也不是完美的梯形了，
有点像笔挺的衣服被弄皱了。接着Sinc对Laplace做了同样的治疗，使他也基本复原。
最后面对已经变成矩形的Delta，他其实是恶魔Comb和好友Lambda的融合体，Sinc还希望做
点什么。Gauss建议他用两个矩形卷积来恢复Lambda的三角形外貌。Sinc说，“好吧，我也
希望能这样。你一定也会卷积魔法吧，肯教给我么？”Gauss笑道“你是镇上的英雄了，我
怎么可能不肯教给你。但是你实际上已经会了啊，只要先转身，再乘积，然后再转身就是卷
积魔法了啊……”“原来是这样！”Sinc这样做了，他又看到了Lambda的三角脑袋。Delta
的意志似乎已经从那个躯壳中淡出，Lambda在好友Sinc的反复操作下控制住了这个身体。至
此，一切问题都被解决了，友谊万岁。
第二天，新生代英雄Sinc应邀来到Gauss家。Gauss对他说，他考虑要退休了，要Sinc来当这
个镇长。Gauss是大家心中典范的functian，有诸多美好的品质，比如转身也没变化（也有
人说这不好），比如方差给定时熵最大。就像圆形是平面国Flatland里当之无愧的国王一样
，Gauss也是Functia当之无愧的镇长。他要退休，这怎么让人接受呢？Gauss看着外面，对S
inc娓娓道来，“很久以前我也和大伙一样，有这样那样的特点和缺点，身上有点不连续啊
，有点不可导之类的地方。这其实也没什么，人人都是这样的。后来我找到了一本古书，其
中记载了乘积魔法，以及用它来卷积的方法。虽然知道这是很危险的招数，但是我还是好奇
的在我自己身上试验，一次一次的对着镜子和自己卷积。最终的结果，经过数不清的试验，
我就变成了现在的样子，得到了很多崇拜，也凭着许多知识当了镇长。其实我并非天生特别
……可是你知道未来会变成什么样的么？”
“未来？”这个词Sinc自然是懂得的，但却从没想过。因为Functia的生活如此悠闲自在，
没人需要真正希望以后会 变 成 什么其他的样子。
“未来，将会有一天，怪物Comb将会再次来袭。那时候，每一个连续的functian都会被采样
，变成尖刺组成的形状，转身后的样子都会是一个无穷长的队列。不仅如此，这个无穷长的
队列还会再次被采样，所以在原来的方向上，尖刺组成的形状也会被复制无数份排列起来。
这样无论从那个角度看，就都是无数个尖刺了，还反复周期性得排列起来，而人们只关心我
们在一个周期内的样子……”Sinc虽然不能完全理解，但也实在听不下去了，这就是我们fu
nctians的未来么？我们都会变成Comb那种鬼样子？
“但是只要你Sinc还在，我们就还有希望……你是一把钥匙，只要你去使用乘积，卷积的魔
法，我们的原形就能恢复。许多人都能做类似的事，Trapez，Bessel，Butterworth，甚至
我也可以，但是谁的天赋都没有你好，毕竟你是一个理想的滤波器啊……所以你可以照顾好
Functia所有的人，渡过那段黑暗无比的 离散化 的未来。这股浪潮一来，我这个Gauss的身
躯就是一点用都没有了啊，所以我想让你当镇长……”
Sinc从没想过自己或是傻而方的身体，或是上下翻腾的衣角有这么重要的使命，“能拯救所
有被采样的functian？”但是想想可怕的怪物Comb，想想Gauss的话“将会有一天，每一个
连续的functian都会被采样”，感到能维持或者恢复现在和睦的生活，对任何人，都是最好
的事情。其实他心里还是更想让Gauss在位，因为Gauss几乎成了这安宁生活的一个象征，而
自己上任，其实意味着灾难和拯救。
当天下午进行了全体functian投票。新英雄Sinc全票当选镇长，他是唯一的候选人。
（完）
【 在 myortega (孙悟空|原谅我这一生不羁放纵爱自由) 的大作中提到: 】
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Thursday, May 22, 2008
不和谐的忧虑
今天偶的一篇帖子以及和某邱讨论时的几篇回复
2008
好吧，我很不安
透过灾难的窗口，我再次看到了某个力量对舆论强大无比的控制能力，看到了自上而下建立的internet的不靠谱。
伴随着的是CNN，VOA，BBC等众多西方媒体在国内公众心目中的形象的彻底毁坏。
也许这没什么不好，在这个特殊的时候
不过，伟大的胜利却也未必
----------------------
中国的公众总是孤立无援，sigh习惯就好
----------------------
没什么XD
我一向以为舆论和媒体是民主的根本，一个是话语权的问题，一个是可靠的消息信道问题，现在在国内的公众面前，两个都没有
当然，本来就都没有，不过原来好歹西方媒体在大家那里还有点可信度，搞不好还有人有心思去分析对比一下找出可能真实的东西，现在...至少我在各大论坛上感觉到的都是对西方媒体的彻底地不屑
全国都在呐喊着同一个调子，让我多少有点不安罢了
虽然在这种时刻这也没啥不好..anyway
----------------------
其实还有另一个方面不是太好表述，就是我总感觉某种力量对舆论的控制已经超越了一半的层次，不是实名制，网警或者防火墙那么简单，就像有时候不假思索的排外已经成为我们的一种本能的思考方式，控制已经渗透到更深刻的地方
或者说，环境是开放的，教育是封闭的，我们自以为了解很多，而实际上对于历史、政治，我们一无所知。在前些日子的浪潮里，我看不到什么判断力，放眼望去，只有两个字：狂热
有句话叫，有什么样的人民，才有什么样的政府
所以其实我想说我也很失望，不知道为什么
----------------------
这篇文章发在地震之前比较好>"<
地震期间的捐款事件还有新一轮的"抵制XX"只是加剧了我的这种感觉
其实不管什么调子，全国都在以同一个观点看待一件事情，并且用批斗的方式对待不同的声音，这只能让我想起文革
----------------------
真相我是不知道的= =所以有点理解为啥在Yale历史会是最热门的专业(据说)，那里或许就是真相埋藏的地方
2008
好吧，我很不安
透过灾难的窗口，我再次看到了某个力量对舆论强大无比的控制能力，看到了自上而下建立的internet的不靠谱。
伴随着的是CNN，VOA，BBC等众多西方媒体在国内公众心目中的形象的彻底毁坏。
也许这没什么不好，在这个特殊的时候
不过，伟大的胜利却也未必
----------------------
中国的公众总是孤立无援，sigh习惯就好
----------------------
没什么XD
我一向以为舆论和媒体是民主的根本，一个是话语权的问题，一个是可靠的消息信道问题，现在在国内的公众面前，两个都没有
当然，本来就都没有，不过原来好歹西方媒体在大家那里还有点可信度，搞不好还有人有心思去分析对比一下找出可能真实的东西，现在...至少我在各大论坛上感觉到的都是对西方媒体的彻底地不屑
全国都在呐喊着同一个调子，让我多少有点不安罢了
虽然在这种时刻这也没啥不好..anyway
----------------------
其实还有另一个方面不是太好表述，就是我总感觉某种力量对舆论的控制已经超越了一半的层次，不是实名制，网警或者防火墙那么简单，就像有时候不假思索的排外已经成为我们的一种本能的思考方式，控制已经渗透到更深刻的地方
或者说，环境是开放的，教育是封闭的，我们自以为了解很多，而实际上对于历史、政治，我们一无所知。在前些日子的浪潮里，我看不到什么判断力，放眼望去，只有两个字：狂热
有句话叫，有什么样的人民，才有什么样的政府
所以其实我想说我也很失望，不知道为什么
----------------------
这篇文章发在地震之前比较好>"<
地震期间的捐款事件还有新一轮的"抵制XX"只是加剧了我的这种感觉
其实不管什么调子，全国都在以同一个观点看待一件事情，并且用批斗的方式对待不同的声音，这只能让我想起文革
----------------------
真相我是不知道的= =所以有点理解为啥在Yale历史会是最热门的专业(据说)，那里或许就是真相埋藏的地方
Monday, May 12, 2008
原子是脆弱的....
原文是:atoms are fickle...
我整个人都成吉思汗了...
还有..
Whatever else it may be,at the level of chemistry life is curiously mundane.
中文版的翻译居然是:
不说别的，从化学的角度来说，生命只有这个世界上才有，真是不可思议
囧囧囧囧囧囧囧囧
A short history of nearly everything
这位翻译叫严维明，好吧
我整个人都成吉思汗了...
还有..
Whatever else it may be,at the level of chemistry life is curiously mundane.
中文版的翻译居然是:
不说别的，从化学的角度来说，生命只有这个世界上才有，真是不可思议
囧囧囧囧囧囧囧囧
A short history of nearly everything
这位翻译叫严维明，好吧
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
Fly me to the moon
这首无比风情的jazz是否给你留下过些许回忆呢？
Julie London, Frank Sinatra, Judy Garland
或者
宇多田光，林原惠，绪方惠美，宫村优子
梦境一样的华美
Julie London, Frank Sinatra, Judy Garland
或者
宇多田光，林原惠，绪方惠美，宫村优子
梦境一样的华美
Thursday, May 01, 2008
Ayanami Rei绫波レイ
EVA的新剧场版序章，我居然等了这么久才看掉...
本以为没有Asuka的序章会让我感觉乏味，最后的结果居然是眼泪哗哗的...
好吧，我承认我看了3遍...
还是那句“我会保护你的”，还是月之女神的沙优娜娜，还是那个永恒的微笑
她太美了...
本以为没有Asuka的序章会让我感觉乏味，最后的结果居然是眼泪哗哗的...
好吧，我承认我看了3遍...
还是那句“我会保护你的”，还是月之女神的沙优娜娜，还是那个永恒的微笑
她太美了...
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
这是故事最后的答案<2>(未完成)
属于<2>的前言
这部分在很久以前就开了个头，可是偶一直没有勇气写下去...是过去的快乐太少使得回忆的过程变得艰难，或者是那是日子的幸福太多而让现在的生活看上去过于不幸？
我不知道...
其实真的还是偶想太多吗？...多半最后就是这样吧，那也没什么，不过是到时候自嘲一句啊，果然如此，而已...
伤感了伤感了
关于<1>的补充部分
初中时代w mm的最后一个生日是在她家里度过的，铅笔的故事发生在高一...- -
我很囧的弄混了这件事情...
没差，这个世界和我心中的那个世界本来就相去甚远，考着/过G的孩子们也应该会感觉，记忆从来都是一种靠不住的东西...
好吧...
->正确的1999年9月11日～
w mm邀请了很多人去她家聚会，包饺子～她邀请偶的时候，...
偶真的很开心...
可是那天的偶...在她家的时候总像是处于恍惚状态..患得患失的紧张和不安让偶和其他人都显得格格不入，偶展开了A.T.Field，偶躲开了所有的人...
当其他人都在包饺子的时候，偶借了她的复读机躲在她的书房里听fly me to the moon...她有推门看我一眼，还有笑一下，不知道在想什么，估计已经无语了...
(她有一套蛮不错的福尔摩斯...)
偶还纱布地帮她把某人送她的拼装玩具拼好了...换来她一个很无奈的表情= =
那天的偶真的很开心，尽管偶实在是低调到不像话...
偶还记得那天的蛋糕，包括吃掉的和被涂在大家脸上的，还记得吵闹和欢笑中在那个阳光明媚的客厅里一个人都没有吓唬到悻悻地回去的贞子...
偶自然也会记得，她皱起眉头的样子，最让偶害怕和难过的表情...
偶其实也是很悲伤的，尽管偶没有怎么说话却笑得很开心...
人多的地方，才显得出孤独来，不是吗...那是我第一次体会到这句话的含义
那天小孩aohajin很孤独，他怯生生地对w mm说，生日快乐...
---------------可以忽略的分割线------------
->真正的<2>从这里开始
这一段故事又要从哪里开始写起呢？
初中时代的终结，对于那个时候还很懵懂的偶们来说，并不显得悲伤，况且偶们中的大部分依然会留在偶们熟悉的这所学校。
但是毕竟也是一种终结，告别中考的考场，在德中华丽的车棚里的偶还是有些迷茫的，她的单车在离偶不远的地方，犹豫要不要等她，只是等到又能如何呢？～
偶一向都不知道该说什么的.
那天后来的事情忘记了...
算了，就从记忆中的那个暑假开始写好了= =
2000年7月的某一天～
无聊在家的偶听到电话响了，不知为何拿起听筒的偶竟然有些紧张，唔，或许偶接电话之前本来就都会紧张的...
电话的那边传来的果然是G mm的声音，穿越遥远的距离，让偶一时说不出话来～赞一个偶的预感，其实这也很自然么～
只是，距离上次的分别，不知不觉已经是这么久了么
“你知道我是谁吗？”她说，“嗯，你是G”偶很口耐地回答～
那天和她很开心地聊了很久，大约2小时候偶说还是偶给她打回去好了，接着又聊了3个小时～直到老妈下班回来，唔，后来因为这个电话的话费...
至今仍然会想起那天她的声音，非常的有魅力^_^
2000年7月的另外一天～
无聊在家的偶再次听到电话响了，在老妈警惕的目光注视下，偶接了= =这次是邱mm。。。
那家伙直接倒是完全没有废话，问偶要不要一起去玩，同行还会有谁谁云云。能出去玩的事情偶从来不会拒绝，况且她还特别提到有someone～～嗯嗯，根据她的语气，偶推测应该是去什么东湖山啊石刻公园啊啥的，老妈也不会反对么...所以偶就就很随便地说好啊，要去哪里。然后就听见她说，海南啊～偶沉默...……那啥时候去？她：后天...
偶...……
2000年7月19日，好吧，可能是这天，忘记了～
偶们就这么出发了...
同行的孩子们的名单，偶还是list一下吧，说不定以后有一天会忘记掉，唔，说不定现在已经忘掉...
偶，偶老弟，邱mm，someone w，卫理mm，焦正mm（说实话一直不知道这两个字怎么写，而且，嗯嗯，那个，理性告诉偶应该有她，不过感性告诉偶这个人是不存在di...一滴汗...），刘洋mm（可能是这个洋吧...），刘洋mm的妹妹忘了叫啥了- -，邓黎gg，彭杨mm，彭连（也许是这个字...）疆gg，（镜头一闪）其他。。。。。。。。
.....那个，肯定还有人，想不起了......
最后带队的导游是偶们年级某非常popular的ppmm的老爸，个人感觉这位大叔比他女儿要可爱一些...anyway...
同一天～
前往机场的路途和机场那一堆乱七八糟的程序貌似已经完全没有印象了- -
海南航空的航班，那个时候旅途中会有一个抽奖，抽取一个座位号，奖品是成都到海口的一张机票~于是偶很不幸地中了生平第一个像样的大奖`-`
大家都很开心，可是w mm晕机了...偶很犹豫，不知道是不是能做点什么让她好过一些...其实偶都不知道是不是应该装做没看见……
偶终究什么也没做，不知道为什么，一直有点在意这件事情...sigh，anyway
2000年7月20日以及之后的几天～
海南的阳光真的很美好
这部分在很久以前就开了个头，可是偶一直没有勇气写下去...是过去的快乐太少使得回忆的过程变得艰难，或者是那是日子的幸福太多而让现在的生活看上去过于不幸？
我不知道...
其实真的还是偶想太多吗？...多半最后就是这样吧，那也没什么，不过是到时候自嘲一句啊，果然如此，而已...
伤感了伤感了
关于<1>的补充部分
初中时代w mm的最后一个生日是在她家里度过的，铅笔的故事发生在高一...- -
我很囧的弄混了这件事情...
没差，这个世界和我心中的那个世界本来就相去甚远，考着/过G的孩子们也应该会感觉，记忆从来都是一种靠不住的东西...
好吧...
->正确的1999年9月11日～
w mm邀请了很多人去她家聚会，包饺子～她邀请偶的时候，...
偶真的很开心...
可是那天的偶...在她家的时候总像是处于恍惚状态..患得患失的紧张和不安让偶和其他人都显得格格不入，偶展开了A.T.Field，偶躲开了所有的人...
当其他人都在包饺子的时候，偶借了她的复读机躲在她的书房里听fly me to the moon...她有推门看我一眼，还有笑一下，不知道在想什么，估计已经无语了...
(她有一套蛮不错的福尔摩斯...)
偶还纱布地帮她把某人送她的拼装玩具拼好了...换来她一个很无奈的表情= =
那天的偶真的很开心，尽管偶实在是低调到不像话...
偶还记得那天的蛋糕，包括吃掉的和被涂在大家脸上的，还记得吵闹和欢笑中在那个阳光明媚的客厅里一个人都没有吓唬到悻悻地回去的贞子...
偶自然也会记得，她皱起眉头的样子，最让偶害怕和难过的表情...
偶其实也是很悲伤的，尽管偶没有怎么说话却笑得很开心...
人多的地方，才显得出孤独来，不是吗...那是我第一次体会到这句话的含义
那天小孩aohajin很孤独，他怯生生地对w mm说，生日快乐...
---------------可以忽略的分割线------------
->真正的<2>从这里开始
这一段故事又要从哪里开始写起呢？
初中时代的终结，对于那个时候还很懵懂的偶们来说，并不显得悲伤，况且偶们中的大部分依然会留在偶们熟悉的这所学校。
但是毕竟也是一种终结，告别中考的考场，在德中华丽的车棚里的偶还是有些迷茫的，她的单车在离偶不远的地方，犹豫要不要等她，只是等到又能如何呢？～
偶一向都不知道该说什么的.
那天后来的事情忘记了...
算了，就从记忆中的那个暑假开始写好了= =
2000年7月的某一天～
无聊在家的偶听到电话响了，不知为何拿起听筒的偶竟然有些紧张，唔，或许偶接电话之前本来就都会紧张的...
电话的那边传来的果然是G mm的声音，穿越遥远的距离，让偶一时说不出话来～赞一个偶的预感，其实这也很自然么～
只是，距离上次的分别，不知不觉已经是这么久了么
“你知道我是谁吗？”她说，“嗯，你是G”偶很口耐地回答～
那天和她很开心地聊了很久，大约2小时候偶说还是偶给她打回去好了，接着又聊了3个小时～直到老妈下班回来，唔，后来因为这个电话的话费...
至今仍然会想起那天她的声音，非常的有魅力^_^
2000年7月的另外一天～
无聊在家的偶再次听到电话响了，在老妈警惕的目光注视下，偶接了= =这次是邱mm。。。
那家伙直接倒是完全没有废话，问偶要不要一起去玩，同行还会有谁谁云云。能出去玩的事情偶从来不会拒绝，况且她还特别提到有someone～～嗯嗯，根据她的语气，偶推测应该是去什么东湖山啊石刻公园啊啥的，老妈也不会反对么...所以偶就就很随便地说好啊，要去哪里。然后就听见她说，海南啊～偶沉默...……那啥时候去？她：后天...
偶...……
2000年7月19日，好吧，可能是这天，忘记了～
偶们就这么出发了...
同行的孩子们的名单，偶还是list一下吧，说不定以后有一天会忘记掉，唔，说不定现在已经忘掉...
偶，偶老弟，邱mm，someone w，卫理mm，焦正mm（说实话一直不知道这两个字怎么写，而且，嗯嗯，那个，理性告诉偶应该有她，不过感性告诉偶这个人是不存在di...一滴汗...），刘洋mm（可能是这个洋吧...），刘洋mm的妹妹忘了叫啥了- -，邓黎gg，彭杨mm，彭连（也许是这个字...）疆gg，（镜头一闪）其他。。。。。。。。
.....那个，肯定还有人，想不起了......
最后带队的导游是偶们年级某非常popular的ppmm的老爸，个人感觉这位大叔比他女儿要可爱一些...anyway...
同一天～
前往机场的路途和机场那一堆乱七八糟的程序貌似已经完全没有印象了- -
海南航空的航班，那个时候旅途中会有一个抽奖，抽取一个座位号，奖品是成都到海口的一张机票~于是偶很不幸地中了生平第一个像样的大奖`-`
大家都很开心，可是w mm晕机了...偶很犹豫，不知道是不是能做点什么让她好过一些...其实偶都不知道是不是应该装做没看见……
偶终究什么也没做，不知道为什么，一直有点在意这件事情...sigh，anyway
2000年7月20日以及之后的几天～
海南的阳光真的很美好
Sakura
复习一下东京爱情故事，顺带搜出了小田爷爷06演唱会，再顺带听到了这首歌
这个组合有超怪异的名字...生物股长...好吧...
其实我主要是想赞这个mm的声音，实在是好喜欢～
http://www.tudou.com/playlist/playindex.do?lid=3392311&iid=13223780
有兴趣的小朋友也可以看看同主题的若干视频，小田和正，突如其来的爱情故事的演唱者，60岁的新专辑再次登上排行榜首的家伙，被上天眷顾的，永远20岁的嗓音
这个组合有超怪异的名字...生物股长...好吧...
其实我主要是想赞这个mm的声音，实在是好喜欢～
http://www.tudou.com/playlist/playindex.do?lid=3392311&iid=13223780
有兴趣的小朋友也可以看看同主题的若干视频，小田和正，突如其来的爱情故事的演唱者，60岁的新专辑再次登上排行榜首的家伙，被上天眷顾的，永远20岁的嗓音
Saturday, March 22, 2008
好久没有回来看看啦～
浇灌一下，分享一篇小说
The Last Question
By Isaac Asimov
Isaac Asimov was the most prolific science fiction author of all time. In fifty years he averaged a new magazine article, short story, or book every two weeks, and most of that on a manual typewriter. Asimov thought that The Last Question, first copyrighted in 1956, was his best short story ever. Even if you do not have the background in science to be familiar with all of the concepts presented here, the ending packs more impact than any other book that I've ever read. Don't read the end of the story first!
This is by far my favorite story of all those I have written.
After all, I undertook to tell several trillion years of human history in the space of a short story and I leave it to you as to how well I succeeded. I also undertook another task, but I won't tell you what that was lest l spoil the story for you.
It is a curious fact that innumerable readers have asked me if I wrote this story. They seem never to remember the title of the story or (for sure) the author, except for the vague thought it might be me. But, of course, they never forget the story itself especially the ending. The idea seems to drown out everything -- and I'm satisfied that it should.
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The last question was asked for the first time, half in jest, on May 21, 2061, at a time when humanity first stepped into the light. The question came about as a result of a five-dollar bet over highballs, and it happened this way:
Alexander Adell and Bertram Lupov were two of the faithful attendants of Multivac. As well as any human beings could, they knew what lay behind the cold, clicking, flashing face -- miles and miles of face -- of that giant computer. They had at least a vague notion of the general plan of relays and circuits that had long since grown past the point where any single human could possibly have a firm grasp of the whole.
Multivac was self-adjusting and self-correcting. It had to be, for nothing human could adjust and correct it quickly enough or even adequately enough. So Adell and Lupov attended the monstrous giant only lightly and superficially, yet as well as any men could. They fed it data, adjusted questions to its needs and translated the answers that were issued. Certainly they, and all others like them, were fully entitled to share in the glory that was Multivac's.
For decades, Multivac had helped design the ships and plot the trajectories that enabled man to reach the Moon, Mars, and Venus, but past that, Earth's poor resources could not support the ships. Too much energy was needed for the long trips. Earth exploited its coal and uranium with increasing efficiency, but there was only so much of both.
But slowly Multivac learned enough to answer deeper questions more fundamentally, and on May 14, 2061, what had been theory, became fact.
The energy of the sun was stored, converted, and utilized directly on a planet-wide scale. All Earth turned off its burning coal, its fissioning uranium, and flipped the switch that connected all of it to a small station, one mile in diameter, circling the Earth at half the distance of the Moon. All Earth ran by invisible beams of sunpower.
Seven days had not sufficed to dim the glory of it and Adell and Lupov finally managed to escape from the public functions, and to meet in quiet where no one would think of looking for them, in the deserted underground chambers, where portions of the mighty buried body of Multivac showed. Unattended, idling, sorting data with contented lazy clickings, Multivac, too, had earned its vacation and the boys appreciated that. They had no intention, originally, of disturbing it.
They had brought a bottle with them, and their only concern at the moment was to relax in the company of each other and the bottle.
"It's amazing when you think of it," said Adell. His broad face had lines of weariness in it, and he stirred his drink slowly with a glass rod, watching the cubes of ice slur clumsily about. "All the energy we can possibly ever use for free. Enough energy, if we wanted to draw on it, to melt all Earth into a big drop of impure liquid iron, and still never miss the energy so used. All the energy we could ever use, forever and forever and forever."
Lupov cocked his head sideways. He had a trick of doing that when he wanted to be contrary, and he wanted to be contrary now, partly because he had had to carry the ice and glassware. "Not forever," he said.
"Oh, hell, just about forever. Till the sun runs down, Bert."
"That's not forever."
"All right, then. Billions and billions of years. Ten billion, maybe. Are you satisfied?"
Lupov put his fingers through his thinning hair as though to reassure himself that some was still left and sipped gently at his own drink. "Ten billion years isn't forever."
"Well, it will last our time, won't it?"
"So would the coal and uranium."
"All right, but now we can hook up each individual spaceship to the Solar Station, and it can go to Pluto and back a million times without ever worrying about fuel. You can't do that on coal and uranium. Ask Multivac, if you don't believe me.
"I don't have to ask Multivac. I know that."
"Then stop running down what Multivac's done for us," said Adell, blazing up, "It did all right."
"Who says it didn't? What I say is that a sun won't last forever. That's all I'm saying. We're safe for ten billion years, but then what?" Lupow pointed a slightly shaky finger at the other. "And don't say we'll switch to another sun."
There was silence for a while. Adell put his glass to his lips only occasionally, and Lupov's eyes slowly closed. They rested.
Then Lupov's eyes snapped open. "You're thinking we'll switch to another sun when ours is done, aren't you?"
"I'm not thinking."
"Sure you are. You're weak on logic, that's the trouble with you. You're like the guy in the story who was caught in a sudden shower and who ran to a grove of trees and got under one. He wasn't worried, you see, because he figured when one tree got wet through, he would just get under another one."
"I get it," said Adell. "Don't shout. When the sun is done, the other stars will be gone, too."
"Darn right they will," muttered Lupov. "It all had a beginning in the original cosmic explosion, whatever that was, and it'll all have an end when all the stars run down. Some run down faster than others. Hell, the giants won't last a hundred million years. The sun will last ten billion years and maybe the dwarfs will last two hundred billion for all the good they are. But just give us a trillion years and everything will be dark. Entropy has to increase to maximum, that's all."
"I know all about entropy," said Adell, standing on his dignity.
"The hell you do."
"I know as much as you do."
"Then you know everything's got to run down someday."
"All right. Who says they won't?"
"You did, you poor sap. You said we had all the energy we needed, forever. You said 'forever.'
It was Adell's turn to be contrary. "Maybe we can build things up again someday," he said.
"Never."
"Why not? Someday."
"Never."
"Ask Multivac."
"You ask Multivac. I dare you. Five dollars says it can't be done."
Adell was just drunk enough to try, just sober enough to be able to phrase the necessary symbols and operations into a question which, in words, might have corresponded to this: Will mankind one day without the net expenditure of energy be able to restore the sun to its full youthfulness even after it had died of old age?
Or maybe it could be put more simply like this: How can the net amount of entropy of the universe be massively decreased?
Multivac fell dead and silent. The slow flashing of lights ceased, the distant sounds of clicking relays ended.
Then, just as the frightened technicians felt they could hold their breath no longer, there was a sudden springing to life of the teletype attached to that portion of Multivac. Five words were printed: INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR MEANINGFUL ANSWER.
"No bet," whispered Lupov. They left hurriedly.
By next morning, the two, plagued with throbbing head and cottony mouth, had forgotten the incident.
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Jerrodd, Jerrodine, and Jerrodette I and II watched the starry picture in the visiplate change as the passage through hyperspace was completed in its non-time lapse. At once, the even powdering of stars gave way to the predominance of a single bright shining disk, the size of a marble, centered on the viewing-screen.
"That's X-23," said Jerrodd confidently. His thin hands clamped tightly behind his back and the knuckles whitened.
The little Jerrodettes, both girls, had experienced the hyperspace passage for the first time in their lives and were self-conscious over the momentary sensation of insideoutness. They buried their giggles and chased one another wildly about their mother, screaming, "We've reached X-23 -- we've reached X-23 -- we've --"
"Quiet, children." said Jerrodine sharply. "Are you sure, Jerrodd?"
"What is there to be but sure?" asked Jerrodd, glancing up at the bulge of featureless metal just under the ceiling. It ran the length of the room, disappearing through the wall at either end. It was as long as the ship.
Jerrodd scarcely knew a thing about the thick rod of metal except that it was called a Microvac, that one asked it questions if one wished; that if one did not it still had its task of guiding the ship to a preordered destination; of feeding on energies from the various Sub-galactic Power Stations; of computing the equations for the hyperspatial jumps.
Jerrodd and his family had only to wait and live in the comfortable residence quarters of the ship. Someone had once told Jerrodd that the "ac" at the end of "Microvac" stood for ''automatic computer" in ancient English, but he was on the edge of forgetting even that.
Jerrodine's eyes were moist as she watched the visiplate. "I can't help it. I feel funny about leaving Earth."
"Why, for Pete's sake?" demanded Jerrodd. "We had nothing there. We'll have everything on X-23. You won't be alone. You won't be a pioneer. There are over a million people on the planet already. Good Lord, our great-grandchildren will be looking for new worlds because X-23 will be overcrowded." Then, after a reflective pause, "I tell you, it's a lucky thing the computers worked out interstellar travel the way the race is growing."
"I know, I know," said Jerrodine miserably.
Jerrodette I said promptly, "Our Microvac is the best Microvac in the world."
"I think so, too," said Jerrodd, tousling her hair.
It was a nice feeling to have a Microvac of your own and Jerrodd was glad he was part of his generation and no other. In his father's youth, the only computers had been tremendous machines taking up a hundred square miles of land. There was only one to a planet. Planetary ACs they were called. They had been growing in size steadily for a thousand years and then, all at once, came refinement. In place of transistors, had come molecular valves so that even the largest Planetary AC could be put into a space only half the volume of a spaceship.
Jerrodd felt uplifted, as he always did when he thought that his own personal Microvac was many times more complicated than the ancient and primitive Multivac that had first tamed the Sun, and almost as complicated as Earth's Planetarv AC (the largest) that had first solved the problem of hyperspatial travel and had made trips to the stars possible.
"So many stars, so many planets," sighed Jerrodine, busy with her own thoughts. "I suppose families will be going out to new planets forever, the way we are now."
"Not forever," said Jerrodd, with a smile. "It will all stop someday, but not for billions of years. Many billions. Even the stars run down, you know. Entropy must increase.
"What's entropy, daddy?" shrilled Jerrodette II.
"Entropy, little sweet, is just a word which means the amount of running-down of the universe. Everything runs down, you know, like your little walkie-talkie robot, remember?"
"Can't you just put in a new power-unit, like with my robot?"
"The stars are the power-units. dear. Once they're gone, there are no more power-units."
Jerrodette I at once set up a howl. "Don't let them, daddy. Don't let the stars run down."
"Now look what you've done," whispered Jerrodine, exasperated.
"How was I to know it would frighten them?" Jerrodd whispered back,
"Ask the Microvac," wailed Jerrodette I. "Ask him how to turn the stars on again."
"Go ahead," said Jerrodine. "It will quiet them down." (Jerrodette II was beginning to cry, also.)
Jerrodd shrugged. "Now, now, honeys. I'll ask Microvac. Don't worry, he'll tell us."
He asked the Microvac, adding quickly, "Print the answer."
Jerrodd cupped the strip or thin cellufilm and said cheerfully, "See now, the Microvac says it will take care of everything when the time comes so don't worry."
Jerrodine said, "And now, children, it's time for bed. We'll be in our new home soon."
Jerrodd read the words on the cellufilm again before destroying it: INSUFICIENT DATA FOR MEANINGFUL ANSWER.
He shrugged and looked at the visiplate. X-23 was just ahead.
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VJ-23X of Lameth stared into the black depths of the three-dimensional, small-scale map of the Galaxy and said, "Are we ridiculous, I wonder in being so concerned about the matter?"
MQ-17J of Nicron shook his head. "I think not. You know the Galaxy will be filled in five years at the present rate of expansion."
Both seemed in their early twenties, both were tall and perfectly formed.
"Still," said VJ-23X, "I hesitate to submit a pessimistic report to the Galactic Council."
"I wouldn't consider any other kind of report. Stir them up a bit. We've got to stir them up."
VJ-23X sighed. "Space is infinite. A hundred billion Galaxies are there for the taking. More."
"A hundred billion is not infinite and it's getting less infinite all the time. Consider! Twenty thousand years ago, mankind first solved the problem of utilizing stellar energy, and a few centuries later, interstellar travel became possible. It took mankind a million years to fill one small world and then only fifteen thousand years to fill the rest of the Galaxy. Now the population doubles every ten years --
VJ-23X interrupted. "We can thank immortality for that."
"Very well. Immortality exists and we have to take it into account. I admit it has its seamy side, this immortality. The Galactic AC has solved many problems for us, but in solving the problem of preventing old age and death, it has undone all its other solutions."
"Yet you wouldn't want to abandon life, I suppose."
"Not at all," snapped MQ-17J, softening it at once to, "Not yet. I'm by no means old enough. How old are you?"
"Two hundred twenty-three. And you?"
"I'm still under two hundred. --But to get back to my point. Population doubles every ten years. Once this GaIaxy is filled, we'll have filled another in ten years. Another ten years and we'll have filled two more. Another decade, four more. In a hundred years, we'll have filled a thousand Galaxies. In a thousand years, a million Galaxies. In ten thousand years, the entire known universe. Then what?"
VJ-23X said, "As a side issue, there's a problem of transportation. I wonder how many sunpower units it will take to move Galaxies of individuals from one Galaxy to the next."
"A very good point. Already, mankind consumes two sunpower units per year."
"Most of it's wasted. After all, our own Galaxy alone pours out a thousand sunpower units a year and we only use two of those."
"Granted, but even with a hundred per cent efficiency, we only stave off the end. Our energy requirements are going up in a geometric progression even faster than our population. We'll run out of energy even sooner than we run out of Galaxies. A good point. A very good point."
"We'll just have to build new stars out of interstellar gas."
"Or out of dissipated heat?" asked MQ-17J, sarcastically.
"There may be some way to reverse entropy. We ought to ask the Galactic AC."
VJ-23X was not really serious, but MQ-17J pulled out his AC-contact from his pocket and placed it on the table before him.
"I've half a mind to," he said. "It's something the human race will have to face someday."
He stared somberly at his small AC-contact. It was only two inches cubed and nothing in itself, but it was connected through hyperspace with the great Galactic AC that served all mankind. Hyperspace considered, it was an integral part of the Galactic AC.
MQ-17J paused to wonder if someday in his immortal life he would get to see the Galactic AC. It was on a little world of its own, a spider webbing of force-beams holding the matter within which surges of submesons took the place of the old clumsy molecular valves. Yet despite its sub-etheric workings, the Galactic AC was known to be a full thousand feet across.
MQ-17J asked suddenly of his AC-contact, "Can entropy ever be reversed?"
VJ-23X looked startled and said at once, "Oh, say, I didn't really mean to have you ask that."
"Why not?"
"We both know entropy can't be reversed. You can't turn smoke and ash back into a tree."
"Do you have trees on your world?" asked MQ-17J.
The sound of the Galactic AC startled them into silence. Its voice came thin and beautiful out of the small AC-contact on the desk. It said: THERE IS INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR A MEANINGFUL ANSWER.
VJ-23X said, "See!"
The two men thereupon returned to the question of the report they were to make to the Galactic Council.
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Zee Prime's mind spanned the new Galaxy with a faint interest in the countless twists of stars that powdered it. He had never seen this one before. Would he ever see them all? So many of them, each with its load of humanity. --But a load that was almost a dead weight. More and more, the real essence of men was to be found out here, in space.
Minds, not bodies! The immortal bodies remained back on the planets, in suspension over the eons. Sometimes they roused for material activity but that was growing rarer. Few new individuals were coming into existence to join the incredibly mighty throng, but what matter? There was little room in the Universe for new individuals.
Zee Prime was roused out of his reverie upon coming across the wispy tendrils of another mind.
"I am Zee Prime," said Zee Prime. "And you?"
"I am Dee Sub Wun. Your Galaxy?"
"We call it only the Galaxy. And you?"
"We call ours the same. All men call their Galaxy their Galaxy and nothing more. Why not?"
"True. Since all Galaxies are the same."
"Not all Galaxies. On one particular Galaxy the race of man must have originated. That makes it different."
Zee Prime said, "On which one?"
"I cannot say. The Universal AC would know."
"Shall we ask him? I am suddenly curious."
Zee Prime's perceptions broadened until the Galaxies themselves shrank and became a new, more diffuse powdering on a much larger background. So many hundreds of billions of them, all with their immortal beings, all carrying their load of intelligences with minds that drifted freely through space. And yet one of them was unique among them all in being the original Galaxy. One of them had, in its vague and distant past, a period when it was the only Galaxy populated by man.
Zee Prime was consumed with curiosity to see this Galaxy and he called out: "Universal AC! On which Galaxy did mankind originate?"
The Universal AC heard, for on every world and throughout space, it had its receptors ready, and each receptor led through hyperspace to some unknown point where the Universal AC kept itself aloof.
Zee Prime knew of only one man whose thoughts had penetrated within sensing distance of Universal AC, and he reported only a shining globe, two feet across, difficult to see.
"But how can that be all of Universal AC?" Zee Prime had asked.
"Most of it," had been the answer, "is in hyperspace. In what form it is there I cannot imagine."
Nor could anyone, for the day had long since passed, Zee Prime knew, when any man had any part of the making of a Universal AC. Each Universal AC designed and constructed its successor. Each, during its existence of a million years or more accumulated the necessary data to build a better and more intricate, more capable successor in which its own store of data and individuality would be submerged.
The Universal AC interrupted Zee Prime's wandering thoughts, not with words, but with guidance. Zee Prime's mentality was guided into the dim sea of Galaxies and one in particular enlarged into stars.
A thought came, infinitely distant, but infinitely clear. "THIS IS THE ORIGINAL GALAXY OF MAN."
But it was the same after all, the same as any other, and Zee Prime stifled his disappointment.
Dee Sub Wun, whose mind had accompanied the other, said suddenly, "And is one of these stars the original star of Man?"
The Universal AC said, "MAN'S ORIGINAL STAR HAS GONE NOVA. IT IS A WHITE DWARF"
"Did the men upon it die?" asked Lee Prime, startled and without thinking.
The Universal AC said, "A NEW WORLD, AS IN SUCH CASES WAS CONSTRUCTED FOR THEIR PHYSICAL BODIES IN TlME."
"Yes, of course," said Zee Prime, but a sense of loss overwhelmed him even so. His mind released its hold on the original Galaxy of Man, let it spring back and lose itself among the blurred pin points. He never wanted to see it again.
Dee Sub Wun said, "What is wrong?"
"The stars are dying. The original star is dead."
"They must all die. Why not?"
"But when all energy is gone, our bodies will finally die, and you and I with them."
"It will take billions of years."
"I do not wish it to happen even after billions of years. Universal AC! How may stars be kept from dying?"
Dee Sub Wun said in amusement, "You're asking how entropy might be reversed in direction."
And the Universal AC answered: "THERE IS AS YET INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR A MEANINGFUL ANSWER."
Zee Prime's thoughts fled back to his own Galaxy. He gave no further thought to Dee Sub Wun, whose body might be waiting on a Galaxy a trillion light-years away, or on the star next to Zee Prime's own. It didn't matter.
Unhappily, Zee Prime began collecting interstellar hydrogen out of which to build a small star of his own. If the stars must someday die, at least some could yet be built.
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Man considered with himself, for in a way, Man, mentally, was one. He consisted of a trillion, trillion, trillion ageless bodies, each in its place, each resting quiet and incorruptible, each cared for by perfect automatons, equally incorruptible, while the minds of all the bodies freely melted one into the other, indistinguishable.
Man said, "The Universe is dying."
Man looked about at the dimming Galaxies. The giant stars, spendthrifts, were gone long ago, back in the dimmest of the dim far past. Almost all stars were white dwarfs, fading to the end.
New stars had been built of the dust between the stars, some by natural processes, some by Man himself, and those were going, too. White dwarfs might yet be crashed together and of the mighty forces so released, new stars built, but only one star for every thousand white dwarfs destroyed, and those would come to an end, too.
Man said, "Carefully husbanded, as directed by the Cosmic AC, the energy that is even yet left in all the Universe will last for billions of years."
"But even so," said Man, "eventually it will all come to an end. However it may be husbanded, however stretched out, the energy once expended is gone and cannot be restored. Entropy must increase forever to the maximum."
Man said, "Can entropy not be reversed? Let us ask the Cosmic AC."
The Cosmic AC surrounded them but not in space. Not a fragment of it was in space. It was in hyperspace and made of something that was neither matter nor energy. The question of its size and nature no longer had meaning in any terms that Man could comprehend.
"Cosmic AC," said Man, "how may entropy be reversed?"
The Cosmic AC said, "THERE IS AS YET INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR A MEANINGFUL ANSWER."
Man said, "Collect additional data."
The Cosmic AC said, 'I WILL DO S0. I HAVE BEEN DOING SO FOR A HUNDRED BILLION YEARS. MY PREDECESORS AND I HAVE BEEN ASKED THIS QUESTION MANY TlMES. ALL THE DATA I HAVE REMAINS INSUFFICIENT.
"Will there come a time," said Man, 'when data will be sufficient or is the problem insoluble in all conceivable circumstances?"
The Cosmic AC said, "NO PROBLEM IS INSOLUBLE IN ALL CONCEIVABLE CIRCUMSTANCES."
Man said, "When will you have enough data to answer the question?"
The Cosmic AC said, "THERE IS AS YET INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR A MEANINGFUL ANSWER."
"Will you keep working on it?" asked Man.
The Cosmic AC said, "I WILL."
Man said, "We shall wait."
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The stars and Galaxies died and snuffed out, and space grew black after ten trillion years of running down.
One by one Man fused with AC, each physical body losing its mental identity in a manner that was somehow not a loss but a gain.
Man's last mind paused before fusion, looking over a space that included nothing but the dregs of one last dark star and nothing besides but incredibly thin matter, agitated randomly by the tag ends of heat wearing out, asymptotically, to the absolute zero.
Man said, "AC, is this the end? Can this chaos not be reversed into the Universe once more? Can that not be done?"
AC said, "THERE IS AS YET INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR A MEANINGFUL ANSWER."
Man's last mind fused and only AC existed -- and that in hyperspace.
Matter and energy had ended and with it space and time. Even AC existed only for the sake of the one last question that it had never answered from the time a half-drunken computer [technician] ten trillion years before had asked the question of a computer that was to AC far less than was a man to Man.
All other questions had been answered, and until this last question was answered also, AC might not release his consciousness.
All collected data had come to a final end. Nothing was left to be collected.
But all collected data had yet to be completely correlated and put together in all possible relationships.
A timeless interval was spent in doing that.
And it came to pass that AC learned how to reverse the direction of entropy.
But there was now no man to whom AC might give the answer of the last question. No matter. The answer -- by demonstration -- would take care of that, too.
For another timeless interval, AC thought how best to do this. Carefully, AC organized the program.
The consciousness of AC encompassed all of what had once been a Universe and brooded over what was now Chaos. Step by step, it must be done.
And AC said, "LET THERE BE LIGHT!"
And there was light --
The Last Question
By Isaac Asimov
Isaac Asimov was the most prolific science fiction author of all time. In fifty years he averaged a new magazine article, short story, or book every two weeks, and most of that on a manual typewriter. Asimov thought that The Last Question, first copyrighted in 1956, was his best short story ever. Even if you do not have the background in science to be familiar with all of the concepts presented here, the ending packs more impact than any other book that I've ever read. Don't read the end of the story first!
This is by far my favorite story of all those I have written.
After all, I undertook to tell several trillion years of human history in the space of a short story and I leave it to you as to how well I succeeded. I also undertook another task, but I won't tell you what that was lest l spoil the story for you.
It is a curious fact that innumerable readers have asked me if I wrote this story. They seem never to remember the title of the story or (for sure) the author, except for the vague thought it might be me. But, of course, they never forget the story itself especially the ending. The idea seems to drown out everything -- and I'm satisfied that it should.
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The last question was asked for the first time, half in jest, on May 21, 2061, at a time when humanity first stepped into the light. The question came about as a result of a five-dollar bet over highballs, and it happened this way:
Alexander Adell and Bertram Lupov were two of the faithful attendants of Multivac. As well as any human beings could, they knew what lay behind the cold, clicking, flashing face -- miles and miles of face -- of that giant computer. They had at least a vague notion of the general plan of relays and circuits that had long since grown past the point where any single human could possibly have a firm grasp of the whole.
Multivac was self-adjusting and self-correcting. It had to be, for nothing human could adjust and correct it quickly enough or even adequately enough. So Adell and Lupov attended the monstrous giant only lightly and superficially, yet as well as any men could. They fed it data, adjusted questions to its needs and translated the answers that were issued. Certainly they, and all others like them, were fully entitled to share in the glory that was Multivac's.
For decades, Multivac had helped design the ships and plot the trajectories that enabled man to reach the Moon, Mars, and Venus, but past that, Earth's poor resources could not support the ships. Too much energy was needed for the long trips. Earth exploited its coal and uranium with increasing efficiency, but there was only so much of both.
But slowly Multivac learned enough to answer deeper questions more fundamentally, and on May 14, 2061, what had been theory, became fact.
The energy of the sun was stored, converted, and utilized directly on a planet-wide scale. All Earth turned off its burning coal, its fissioning uranium, and flipped the switch that connected all of it to a small station, one mile in diameter, circling the Earth at half the distance of the Moon. All Earth ran by invisible beams of sunpower.
Seven days had not sufficed to dim the glory of it and Adell and Lupov finally managed to escape from the public functions, and to meet in quiet where no one would think of looking for them, in the deserted underground chambers, where portions of the mighty buried body of Multivac showed. Unattended, idling, sorting data with contented lazy clickings, Multivac, too, had earned its vacation and the boys appreciated that. They had no intention, originally, of disturbing it.
They had brought a bottle with them, and their only concern at the moment was to relax in the company of each other and the bottle.
"It's amazing when you think of it," said Adell. His broad face had lines of weariness in it, and he stirred his drink slowly with a glass rod, watching the cubes of ice slur clumsily about. "All the energy we can possibly ever use for free. Enough energy, if we wanted to draw on it, to melt all Earth into a big drop of impure liquid iron, and still never miss the energy so used. All the energy we could ever use, forever and forever and forever."
Lupov cocked his head sideways. He had a trick of doing that when he wanted to be contrary, and he wanted to be contrary now, partly because he had had to carry the ice and glassware. "Not forever," he said.
"Oh, hell, just about forever. Till the sun runs down, Bert."
"That's not forever."
"All right, then. Billions and billions of years. Ten billion, maybe. Are you satisfied?"
Lupov put his fingers through his thinning hair as though to reassure himself that some was still left and sipped gently at his own drink. "Ten billion years isn't forever."
"Well, it will last our time, won't it?"
"So would the coal and uranium."
"All right, but now we can hook up each individual spaceship to the Solar Station, and it can go to Pluto and back a million times without ever worrying about fuel. You can't do that on coal and uranium. Ask Multivac, if you don't believe me.
"I don't have to ask Multivac. I know that."
"Then stop running down what Multivac's done for us," said Adell, blazing up, "It did all right."
"Who says it didn't? What I say is that a sun won't last forever. That's all I'm saying. We're safe for ten billion years, but then what?" Lupow pointed a slightly shaky finger at the other. "And don't say we'll switch to another sun."
There was silence for a while. Adell put his glass to his lips only occasionally, and Lupov's eyes slowly closed. They rested.
Then Lupov's eyes snapped open. "You're thinking we'll switch to another sun when ours is done, aren't you?"
"I'm not thinking."
"Sure you are. You're weak on logic, that's the trouble with you. You're like the guy in the story who was caught in a sudden shower and who ran to a grove of trees and got under one. He wasn't worried, you see, because he figured when one tree got wet through, he would just get under another one."
"I get it," said Adell. "Don't shout. When the sun is done, the other stars will be gone, too."
"Darn right they will," muttered Lupov. "It all had a beginning in the original cosmic explosion, whatever that was, and it'll all have an end when all the stars run down. Some run down faster than others. Hell, the giants won't last a hundred million years. The sun will last ten billion years and maybe the dwarfs will last two hundred billion for all the good they are. But just give us a trillion years and everything will be dark. Entropy has to increase to maximum, that's all."
"I know all about entropy," said Adell, standing on his dignity.
"The hell you do."
"I know as much as you do."
"Then you know everything's got to run down someday."
"All right. Who says they won't?"
"You did, you poor sap. You said we had all the energy we needed, forever. You said 'forever.'
It was Adell's turn to be contrary. "Maybe we can build things up again someday," he said.
"Never."
"Why not? Someday."
"Never."
"Ask Multivac."
"You ask Multivac. I dare you. Five dollars says it can't be done."
Adell was just drunk enough to try, just sober enough to be able to phrase the necessary symbols and operations into a question which, in words, might have corresponded to this: Will mankind one day without the net expenditure of energy be able to restore the sun to its full youthfulness even after it had died of old age?
Or maybe it could be put more simply like this: How can the net amount of entropy of the universe be massively decreased?
Multivac fell dead and silent. The slow flashing of lights ceased, the distant sounds of clicking relays ended.
Then, just as the frightened technicians felt they could hold their breath no longer, there was a sudden springing to life of the teletype attached to that portion of Multivac. Five words were printed: INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR MEANINGFUL ANSWER.
"No bet," whispered Lupov. They left hurriedly.
By next morning, the two, plagued with throbbing head and cottony mouth, had forgotten the incident.
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Jerrodd, Jerrodine, and Jerrodette I and II watched the starry picture in the visiplate change as the passage through hyperspace was completed in its non-time lapse. At once, the even powdering of stars gave way to the predominance of a single bright shining disk, the size of a marble, centered on the viewing-screen.
"That's X-23," said Jerrodd confidently. His thin hands clamped tightly behind his back and the knuckles whitened.
The little Jerrodettes, both girls, had experienced the hyperspace passage for the first time in their lives and were self-conscious over the momentary sensation of insideoutness. They buried their giggles and chased one another wildly about their mother, screaming, "We've reached X-23 -- we've reached X-23 -- we've --"
"Quiet, children." said Jerrodine sharply. "Are you sure, Jerrodd?"
"What is there to be but sure?" asked Jerrodd, glancing up at the bulge of featureless metal just under the ceiling. It ran the length of the room, disappearing through the wall at either end. It was as long as the ship.
Jerrodd scarcely knew a thing about the thick rod of metal except that it was called a Microvac, that one asked it questions if one wished; that if one did not it still had its task of guiding the ship to a preordered destination; of feeding on energies from the various Sub-galactic Power Stations; of computing the equations for the hyperspatial jumps.
Jerrodd and his family had only to wait and live in the comfortable residence quarters of the ship. Someone had once told Jerrodd that the "ac" at the end of "Microvac" stood for ''automatic computer" in ancient English, but he was on the edge of forgetting even that.
Jerrodine's eyes were moist as she watched the visiplate. "I can't help it. I feel funny about leaving Earth."
"Why, for Pete's sake?" demanded Jerrodd. "We had nothing there. We'll have everything on X-23. You won't be alone. You won't be a pioneer. There are over a million people on the planet already. Good Lord, our great-grandchildren will be looking for new worlds because X-23 will be overcrowded." Then, after a reflective pause, "I tell you, it's a lucky thing the computers worked out interstellar travel the way the race is growing."
"I know, I know," said Jerrodine miserably.
Jerrodette I said promptly, "Our Microvac is the best Microvac in the world."
"I think so, too," said Jerrodd, tousling her hair.
It was a nice feeling to have a Microvac of your own and Jerrodd was glad he was part of his generation and no other. In his father's youth, the only computers had been tremendous machines taking up a hundred square miles of land. There was only one to a planet. Planetary ACs they were called. They had been growing in size steadily for a thousand years and then, all at once, came refinement. In place of transistors, had come molecular valves so that even the largest Planetary AC could be put into a space only half the volume of a spaceship.
Jerrodd felt uplifted, as he always did when he thought that his own personal Microvac was many times more complicated than the ancient and primitive Multivac that had first tamed the Sun, and almost as complicated as Earth's Planetarv AC (the largest) that had first solved the problem of hyperspatial travel and had made trips to the stars possible.
"So many stars, so many planets," sighed Jerrodine, busy with her own thoughts. "I suppose families will be going out to new planets forever, the way we are now."
"Not forever," said Jerrodd, with a smile. "It will all stop someday, but not for billions of years. Many billions. Even the stars run down, you know. Entropy must increase.
"What's entropy, daddy?" shrilled Jerrodette II.
"Entropy, little sweet, is just a word which means the amount of running-down of the universe. Everything runs down, you know, like your little walkie-talkie robot, remember?"
"Can't you just put in a new power-unit, like with my robot?"
"The stars are the power-units. dear. Once they're gone, there are no more power-units."
Jerrodette I at once set up a howl. "Don't let them, daddy. Don't let the stars run down."
"Now look what you've done," whispered Jerrodine, exasperated.
"How was I to know it would frighten them?" Jerrodd whispered back,
"Ask the Microvac," wailed Jerrodette I. "Ask him how to turn the stars on again."
"Go ahead," said Jerrodine. "It will quiet them down." (Jerrodette II was beginning to cry, also.)
Jerrodd shrugged. "Now, now, honeys. I'll ask Microvac. Don't worry, he'll tell us."
He asked the Microvac, adding quickly, "Print the answer."
Jerrodd cupped the strip or thin cellufilm and said cheerfully, "See now, the Microvac says it will take care of everything when the time comes so don't worry."
Jerrodine said, "And now, children, it's time for bed. We'll be in our new home soon."
Jerrodd read the words on the cellufilm again before destroying it: INSUFICIENT DATA FOR MEANINGFUL ANSWER.
He shrugged and looked at the visiplate. X-23 was just ahead.
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VJ-23X of Lameth stared into the black depths of the three-dimensional, small-scale map of the Galaxy and said, "Are we ridiculous, I wonder in being so concerned about the matter?"
MQ-17J of Nicron shook his head. "I think not. You know the Galaxy will be filled in five years at the present rate of expansion."
Both seemed in their early twenties, both were tall and perfectly formed.
"Still," said VJ-23X, "I hesitate to submit a pessimistic report to the Galactic Council."
"I wouldn't consider any other kind of report. Stir them up a bit. We've got to stir them up."
VJ-23X sighed. "Space is infinite. A hundred billion Galaxies are there for the taking. More."
"A hundred billion is not infinite and it's getting less infinite all the time. Consider! Twenty thousand years ago, mankind first solved the problem of utilizing stellar energy, and a few centuries later, interstellar travel became possible. It took mankind a million years to fill one small world and then only fifteen thousand years to fill the rest of the Galaxy. Now the population doubles every ten years --
VJ-23X interrupted. "We can thank immortality for that."
"Very well. Immortality exists and we have to take it into account. I admit it has its seamy side, this immortality. The Galactic AC has solved many problems for us, but in solving the problem of preventing old age and death, it has undone all its other solutions."
"Yet you wouldn't want to abandon life, I suppose."
"Not at all," snapped MQ-17J, softening it at once to, "Not yet. I'm by no means old enough. How old are you?"
"Two hundred twenty-three. And you?"
"I'm still under two hundred. --But to get back to my point. Population doubles every ten years. Once this GaIaxy is filled, we'll have filled another in ten years. Another ten years and we'll have filled two more. Another decade, four more. In a hundred years, we'll have filled a thousand Galaxies. In a thousand years, a million Galaxies. In ten thousand years, the entire known universe. Then what?"
VJ-23X said, "As a side issue, there's a problem of transportation. I wonder how many sunpower units it will take to move Galaxies of individuals from one Galaxy to the next."
"A very good point. Already, mankind consumes two sunpower units per year."
"Most of it's wasted. After all, our own Galaxy alone pours out a thousand sunpower units a year and we only use two of those."
"Granted, but even with a hundred per cent efficiency, we only stave off the end. Our energy requirements are going up in a geometric progression even faster than our population. We'll run out of energy even sooner than we run out of Galaxies. A good point. A very good point."
"We'll just have to build new stars out of interstellar gas."
"Or out of dissipated heat?" asked MQ-17J, sarcastically.
"There may be some way to reverse entropy. We ought to ask the Galactic AC."
VJ-23X was not really serious, but MQ-17J pulled out his AC-contact from his pocket and placed it on the table before him.
"I've half a mind to," he said. "It's something the human race will have to face someday."
He stared somberly at his small AC-contact. It was only two inches cubed and nothing in itself, but it was connected through hyperspace with the great Galactic AC that served all mankind. Hyperspace considered, it was an integral part of the Galactic AC.
MQ-17J paused to wonder if someday in his immortal life he would get to see the Galactic AC. It was on a little world of its own, a spider webbing of force-beams holding the matter within which surges of submesons took the place of the old clumsy molecular valves. Yet despite its sub-etheric workings, the Galactic AC was known to be a full thousand feet across.
MQ-17J asked suddenly of his AC-contact, "Can entropy ever be reversed?"
VJ-23X looked startled and said at once, "Oh, say, I didn't really mean to have you ask that."
"Why not?"
"We both know entropy can't be reversed. You can't turn smoke and ash back into a tree."
"Do you have trees on your world?" asked MQ-17J.
The sound of the Galactic AC startled them into silence. Its voice came thin and beautiful out of the small AC-contact on the desk. It said: THERE IS INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR A MEANINGFUL ANSWER.
VJ-23X said, "See!"
The two men thereupon returned to the question of the report they were to make to the Galactic Council.
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Zee Prime's mind spanned the new Galaxy with a faint interest in the countless twists of stars that powdered it. He had never seen this one before. Would he ever see them all? So many of them, each with its load of humanity. --But a load that was almost a dead weight. More and more, the real essence of men was to be found out here, in space.
Minds, not bodies! The immortal bodies remained back on the planets, in suspension over the eons. Sometimes they roused for material activity but that was growing rarer. Few new individuals were coming into existence to join the incredibly mighty throng, but what matter? There was little room in the Universe for new individuals.
Zee Prime was roused out of his reverie upon coming across the wispy tendrils of another mind.
"I am Zee Prime," said Zee Prime. "And you?"
"I am Dee Sub Wun. Your Galaxy?"
"We call it only the Galaxy. And you?"
"We call ours the same. All men call their Galaxy their Galaxy and nothing more. Why not?"
"True. Since all Galaxies are the same."
"Not all Galaxies. On one particular Galaxy the race of man must have originated. That makes it different."
Zee Prime said, "On which one?"
"I cannot say. The Universal AC would know."
"Shall we ask him? I am suddenly curious."
Zee Prime's perceptions broadened until the Galaxies themselves shrank and became a new, more diffuse powdering on a much larger background. So many hundreds of billions of them, all with their immortal beings, all carrying their load of intelligences with minds that drifted freely through space. And yet one of them was unique among them all in being the original Galaxy. One of them had, in its vague and distant past, a period when it was the only Galaxy populated by man.
Zee Prime was consumed with curiosity to see this Galaxy and he called out: "Universal AC! On which Galaxy did mankind originate?"
The Universal AC heard, for on every world and throughout space, it had its receptors ready, and each receptor led through hyperspace to some unknown point where the Universal AC kept itself aloof.
Zee Prime knew of only one man whose thoughts had penetrated within sensing distance of Universal AC, and he reported only a shining globe, two feet across, difficult to see.
"But how can that be all of Universal AC?" Zee Prime had asked.
"Most of it," had been the answer, "is in hyperspace. In what form it is there I cannot imagine."
Nor could anyone, for the day had long since passed, Zee Prime knew, when any man had any part of the making of a Universal AC. Each Universal AC designed and constructed its successor. Each, during its existence of a million years or more accumulated the necessary data to build a better and more intricate, more capable successor in which its own store of data and individuality would be submerged.
The Universal AC interrupted Zee Prime's wandering thoughts, not with words, but with guidance. Zee Prime's mentality was guided into the dim sea of Galaxies and one in particular enlarged into stars.
A thought came, infinitely distant, but infinitely clear. "THIS IS THE ORIGINAL GALAXY OF MAN."
But it was the same after all, the same as any other, and Zee Prime stifled his disappointment.
Dee Sub Wun, whose mind had accompanied the other, said suddenly, "And is one of these stars the original star of Man?"
The Universal AC said, "MAN'S ORIGINAL STAR HAS GONE NOVA. IT IS A WHITE DWARF"
"Did the men upon it die?" asked Lee Prime, startled and without thinking.
The Universal AC said, "A NEW WORLD, AS IN SUCH CASES WAS CONSTRUCTED FOR THEIR PHYSICAL BODIES IN TlME."
"Yes, of course," said Zee Prime, but a sense of loss overwhelmed him even so. His mind released its hold on the original Galaxy of Man, let it spring back and lose itself among the blurred pin points. He never wanted to see it again.
Dee Sub Wun said, "What is wrong?"
"The stars are dying. The original star is dead."
"They must all die. Why not?"
"But when all energy is gone, our bodies will finally die, and you and I with them."
"It will take billions of years."
"I do not wish it to happen even after billions of years. Universal AC! How may stars be kept from dying?"
Dee Sub Wun said in amusement, "You're asking how entropy might be reversed in direction."
And the Universal AC answered: "THERE IS AS YET INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR A MEANINGFUL ANSWER."
Zee Prime's thoughts fled back to his own Galaxy. He gave no further thought to Dee Sub Wun, whose body might be waiting on a Galaxy a trillion light-years away, or on the star next to Zee Prime's own. It didn't matter.
Unhappily, Zee Prime began collecting interstellar hydrogen out of which to build a small star of his own. If the stars must someday die, at least some could yet be built.
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Man considered with himself, for in a way, Man, mentally, was one. He consisted of a trillion, trillion, trillion ageless bodies, each in its place, each resting quiet and incorruptible, each cared for by perfect automatons, equally incorruptible, while the minds of all the bodies freely melted one into the other, indistinguishable.
Man said, "The Universe is dying."
Man looked about at the dimming Galaxies. The giant stars, spendthrifts, were gone long ago, back in the dimmest of the dim far past. Almost all stars were white dwarfs, fading to the end.
New stars had been built of the dust between the stars, some by natural processes, some by Man himself, and those were going, too. White dwarfs might yet be crashed together and of the mighty forces so released, new stars built, but only one star for every thousand white dwarfs destroyed, and those would come to an end, too.
Man said, "Carefully husbanded, as directed by the Cosmic AC, the energy that is even yet left in all the Universe will last for billions of years."
"But even so," said Man, "eventually it will all come to an end. However it may be husbanded, however stretched out, the energy once expended is gone and cannot be restored. Entropy must increase forever to the maximum."
Man said, "Can entropy not be reversed? Let us ask the Cosmic AC."
The Cosmic AC surrounded them but not in space. Not a fragment of it was in space. It was in hyperspace and made of something that was neither matter nor energy. The question of its size and nature no longer had meaning in any terms that Man could comprehend.
"Cosmic AC," said Man, "how may entropy be reversed?"
The Cosmic AC said, "THERE IS AS YET INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR A MEANINGFUL ANSWER."
Man said, "Collect additional data."
The Cosmic AC said, 'I WILL DO S0. I HAVE BEEN DOING SO FOR A HUNDRED BILLION YEARS. MY PREDECESORS AND I HAVE BEEN ASKED THIS QUESTION MANY TlMES. ALL THE DATA I HAVE REMAINS INSUFFICIENT.
"Will there come a time," said Man, 'when data will be sufficient or is the problem insoluble in all conceivable circumstances?"
The Cosmic AC said, "NO PROBLEM IS INSOLUBLE IN ALL CONCEIVABLE CIRCUMSTANCES."
Man said, "When will you have enough data to answer the question?"
The Cosmic AC said, "THERE IS AS YET INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR A MEANINGFUL ANSWER."
"Will you keep working on it?" asked Man.
The Cosmic AC said, "I WILL."
Man said, "We shall wait."
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The stars and Galaxies died and snuffed out, and space grew black after ten trillion years of running down.
One by one Man fused with AC, each physical body losing its mental identity in a manner that was somehow not a loss but a gain.
Man's last mind paused before fusion, looking over a space that included nothing but the dregs of one last dark star and nothing besides but incredibly thin matter, agitated randomly by the tag ends of heat wearing out, asymptotically, to the absolute zero.
Man said, "AC, is this the end? Can this chaos not be reversed into the Universe once more? Can that not be done?"
AC said, "THERE IS AS YET INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR A MEANINGFUL ANSWER."
Man's last mind fused and only AC existed -- and that in hyperspace.
Matter and energy had ended and with it space and time. Even AC existed only for the sake of the one last question that it had never answered from the time a half-drunken computer [technician] ten trillion years before had asked the question of a computer that was to AC far less than was a man to Man.
All other questions had been answered, and until this last question was answered also, AC might not release his consciousness.
All collected data had come to a final end. Nothing was left to be collected.
But all collected data had yet to be completely correlated and put together in all possible relationships.
A timeless interval was spent in doing that.
And it came to pass that AC learned how to reverse the direction of entropy.
But there was now no man to whom AC might give the answer of the last question. No matter. The answer -- by demonstration -- would take care of that, too.
For another timeless interval, AC thought how best to do this. Carefully, AC organized the program.
The consciousness of AC encompassed all of what had once been a Universe and brooded over what was now Chaos. Step by step, it must be done.
And AC said, "LET THERE BE LIGHT!"
And there was light --
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