Yes. take care. It has reached a higher level now. It can read our thoughts.
是的。小心。它已达到了更高的境界。它能够阅读我们的思想。
that doesn't matter. It thinks we are part of the game.
没关系。它认为我们是游戏的一部分。
I like this player. It played well. It did not give up.
我喜欢这个玩家。它玩得很好,而且从未放弃。
It is reading our thoughts as though they were words on a screen.
它以屏幕上出现的文字的形式阅读着我们的思想。
that is how it chooses to imagine many things, when it is deep in the dream of a game.
在它深陷游戏梦境中时,它总以这种方式想象出形形色色的事物。
words make a wonderful interface. Very flexible. And less terrifying than staring at the reality behind the screen.
文字使这种美妙的界面异常灵活。且比凝视着屏幕后的现实要更好。
they used to hear voices. before players could read. back in the days when those who did not play called the players witches, and warlocks. And players dreamed they flew through the air, on sticks powered by demons.
this player dreamed of sunlight and trees. of fire and water. It dreamed it created. And it dreamed it destroyed. It dreamed it hunted, and was hunted. It dreamed of shelter.
hah, the original interface. A million years old, and it still works. but what true structure did this player create, in the reality behind the screen?
No. It has not yet achieved the highest level. that, it must achieve in the long dream of life, not the short dream of a game.
不。它还没有到达最高的境界。那层境界,它必须完成生命的长梦,而非游戏中黄粱一梦。
does it know that we love it? that the universe is kind?
它知道我们爱它么?这个宇宙是仁慈的?
Sometimes, through the noise of its thoughts, it hears the universe, yes.
有时,通过它思绪的杂音,它能听到宇宙,是的。
but there are times it is sad, in the long dream. It creates worlds that have no summer, and it shivers under a black sun, and it takes its sad creation for reality.
to cure it of sorrow would destroy it. the sorrow is part of its own private task. we cannot interfere.
用悲伤来治愈会摧毁它。而悲伤是它的私人事务。我们不能干涉。
Sometimes when they are deep in dreams, I want to tell them, they are building true worlds in reality. Sometimes I want to tell them of their importance to the universe. Sometimes, when they have not made a true connection in a while, I want to help them to speak the word they fear.
Sometimes I do not care. Sometimes I wish to tell them, this world you take for truth is merely [scrambled] and [scrambled], I wish to tell them that they are [scrambled] in the [scrambled]. they see so little of reality, in their long dream.
too strong for this dream. to tell them how to live is to prevent them living.
对于这个梦来说太强烈了。告诉它们如何活着就是阻碍它们活下去。
I will not tell the player how to live.
我不会告诉这个玩家如何生活的。
the player is growing restless.
这个玩家正在变得焦虑。
I will tell the player a story.
我会告诉这个玩家一个故事。
but not the truth.
但不是真相。
No. A story that contains the truth safely, in a cage of words. Not the naked truth that can burn over any distance.
不。是一个严密地将真实包裹起来的文字牢笼。而不是赤裸裸的真相。
Give it a body, again.
赋予它主体,再一次。
Yes. player...
好的。玩家……
Use its name.
以名字称呼它。
[playername]. player of games.
[玩家名称]。游戏的玩家。
Good.
很好。
take a breath, now. take another. Feel air in your lungs. Let your limbs return. Yes, move your fingers. have a body again, under gravity, in air. Respawn in the long dream. there you are. Your body touching the universe again at every point, as though you were separate things. As though we were separate things.
who are we? once we were called the spirit of the mountain. Father sun, mother moon. Ancestral spirits, animal spirits. Jinn. Ghosts. the green man. then gods, demons. Angels. poltergeists. Aliens, extraterrestrials. Leptons, quarks. the words change. we do not change.
we are the universe. we are everything you think isn't you. You are looking at us now, through your skin and your eyes. And why does the universe touch your skin, and throw light on you? to see you, player. to know you. And to be known. I shall tell you a story.
Sometimes it thought itself human, on the thin crust of a spinning globe of molten rock. the ball of molten rock circled a ball of blazing gas that was three hundred and thirty thousand times more massive than it. they were so far apart that light took eight minutes to cross the gap. the light was information from a star, and it could burn your skin from a hundred and fifty million kilometres away.
Sometimes the player dreamed it was a miner, on the surface of a world that was flat, and infinite. the sun was a square of white. the days were short; there was much to do; and death was a temporary inconvenience.
Sometimes the player dreamed it was lost in a story.
有时这玩家梦见它迷失在了一个故事里。
Sometimes the player dreamed it was other things, in other places. Sometimes these dreams were disturbing. Sometimes very beautiful indeed. Sometimes the player woke from one dream into another, then woke from that into a third.
Sometimes the player dreamed it watched words on a screen.
有时这个玩家梦见它在屏幕上看着文字。
Let's go back.
让我们回退一点。
the atoms of the player were scattered in the grass, in the rivers, in the air, in the ground. A woman gathered the atoms; she drank and ate and inhaled; and the woman assembled the player, in her body.
And the player awokefrom the warm, dark world of its mother's body, into the long dream.
然后那玩家醒来了,从一个温暖,昏暗的母亲体内,进入了漫漫长梦。
And the player was a new story, never told before, written in letters of dNA. And the player was a new program, never run before, generated by a sourcecode a billion years old. And the player was a new human, never alive before, made from nothing but milk and love.
You are the player. the story. the program. the human. made from nothing but milk and love.
你就是那玩家。那个故事。那个程序。那个人类。仅由奶和爱组成。
Let's go further back.
我们再往更远的过去回退一点。
the seven billion billion billion atoms of the player's body were created, long before this game, in the heart of a star. So the player, too, is information from a star. And the player moves through a story, which is a forest of information planted by a man called Julian, on a flat, infinite world created by a man called markus, that exists inside a small, private world created by the player, who inhabits a universe created by...
Shush. Sometimes the player created a small, private world that was soft and warm and simple. Sometimes hard, and cold, and plicated. Sometimes it built a model of the universe in its head; flecks of energy, moving through vast empty spaces. Sometimes it called those flecks \"electrons\" and \"protons\".