Today, Wang felt strange. His photography style tended toward the classical, calm and dignified. But today he could not seem to get in the mood necessary for such compositions. In his mind, the city, as it awoke from its slumber, seemed to be built on quicksand. The stability was illusory. All night long, he had dreamt of those two billiard balls. They flew around a dark space without any pattern, the black one disappearing against the black background and only revealing its existence occasionally when it obscured the white ball.
今天，汪淼的感觉有些异样。他的摄影以古典风格的沉稳凝重见长，但今天，他很难再找到创造这种构图所需要的稳定感，在他的感觉中，这座正在晨曦中苏醒的城市似乎建立在流沙上，它的稳定是虚幻的。在刚过去的那一夜，那两颗台球一直占据着他长长的梦境，它在黑色的空间中无规则地乱飞，在黑色的背景一卜．黑球看不见，它只有在偶尔遮挡白球时才显示一下自己的存在。
The next day was the start of the weekend. Wang got up early and left on his bicycle. As a hobby photographer, his favorite subjects were wildernesses free of human presence. But now that he was middle-aged, he no longer had the energy to engage in such indulgent travel and only shot city scenes. Consciously or subconsciously, he usually chose corners of the city that held some aspect of the wild: a dried lakebed in a park, the freshly turned soil of a construction site, a weed struggling out of cracks in cement. In order to eliminate the busy colors of the city in the background, he only used black-and-white film. Unexpectedly, he had developed his own style and had gained some notice. His works had been selected for two exhibitions, and he was a member of the Photographers Association. Every time he went out to take pictures, he would ride his bike and wander around the city in search of inspiration and compositions that caught his fancy. Often he would be out all day.
第二天是周末，汪淼反而起得很早，带上相机骑着自行车出去了。作为一名摄影爱好者，他最向往的题材是人迹罕至的荒野，但人到中年，已经没有精力进行这种奢侈的享受了，大多数时间只能在城市里拍风景了。他有意无意地选取城市中那些散发着蛮荒气息的角落，如公园中干涸的湖底、建筑工地上翻出的新土、钻出水泥缝隙的野草等。为了消除背景上城市的俗艳色彩，他只使用黑白胶片，没想到竟自成一派，渐渐小有名气，作品入选了两次大影展，还加入了摄影家协会。每次出去拍摄，他就这样骑着自行车在城市里随意乱转，捕捉着灵感和他需要的构图，有时一转就是一整天。
In the shooter hypothesis, a good marksman shoots at a target, creating a hole every ten centimeters. Now suppose the surface of the target is inhabited by intelligent, two-dimensional creatures. Their scientists, after observing the universe, discover a great law: “There exists a hole in the universe every ten centimeters.” They have mistaken the result of the marksman’s momentary whim for an unalterable law of the universe.
“射手”假说：有一名神枪手，在一个靶子上每隔十厘米打一个洞。设想这个靶子的平面上生活着一种二维智能生物，它们中的科学家在对自己的宇宙进行观察后，发现了一个伟大的定律：“宇宙每隔十厘米，必然会有一个洞。”它们把这个神枪手一时兴起的随意行为，看成了自己宇宙中的铁律。
Can the fundamental nature of matter really be lawlessness? Can the stability and order of the world be but a temporary dynamic equilibrium achieved in a corner of the universe, a short-lived eddy in a chaotic current?
难道物质的本原真的是无规律吗？难道世界的稳定和秩序，只是宇宙某个角落短暂的动态平衡？只是混乱的湍流中一个短命的旋涡？
When the members of the Frontiers of Science discussed physics, they often used the abbreviation “SF.” They didn’t mean “science fiction,” but the two words “shooter” and “farmer.” This was a reference to two hypotheses, both involving the fundamental nature of the laws of the universe.
在“科学边界”的学者们进行讨论时，常用到一个缩写词：SF，它不是指科幻，而是上面那两个词的缩写。这源自两个假说，都涉及到宇宙规律的本质。
Without realizing it, he found himself at the foot of the newly completed China Central Television building. He stopped at the side of the road and lifted his head to gaze up at this gigantic A-shaped tower, trying to recapture the feeling of stability. His gaze followed the sharp tip of the building, gleaming in the morning sunlight, pointing toward the blue, bottomless depths of the sky. Two words suddenly floated into his consciousness: “shooter” and “farmer.”
不知不觉中，他已骑到了新落成的CCTV大厦脚下。他停下车，坐到路边，仰望这A字形的巍峨建筑，试图找回稳定的感觉，顺着大厦在朝阳中闪烁的尖顶的指向，他向深不见底的蓝色苍穹望去，脑海中突然浮现出两个词：射手、农场主。
The farmer hypothesis, on the other hand, has the flavor of a horror story: Every morning on a turkey farm, the farmer comes to feed the turkeys. A scientist turkey, having observed this pattern to hold without change for almost a year, makes the following discovery: “Every morning at eleven, food arrives.” On the morning of Thanksgiving, the scientist announces this law to the other turkeys. But that morning at eleven, food doesn’t arrive; instead, the farmer comes and kills the entire flock.
“农场主假说”则有一层令人不安的恐怖色彩：一个农场里有一一群火鸡，农场主每天中午十一点来给它们喂食。火鸡中的一名科学家观察这个现象，一直观察了近一年都没有例外，于是它也发现了自己宇宙中的伟大定律：“每天上午十一点，就有食物降临。”它在感恩节早晨向火鸡们公布了这个定律，但这天上午十一点食物没有降临，农场主进来把它们都捉去杀了。
Wang felt the road beneath his feet shift like quicksand. The A-shaped building seemed to wobble and sway. He quickly brought his gaze back to the street.
汪淼感到脚下的路面像流沙般滑动，A字形大厦仿佛摇晃起来，他赶紧收回目光。
To get rid of the anxiety, Wang forced himself to finish a roll of film. He returned home before lunch. His wife had taken their son out and wouldn’t be back for a while. Usually, Wang would rush to develop the film, but today he wasn’t in the mood. After a quick and simple lunch, he went to take a nap. Because he hadn’t slept well the night before, by the time he woke up it was almost five. Finally remembering the roll of film he had shot, he went into the cramped darkroom he had converted from a closet.
仅仅是为了摆脱不安，汪淼强迫自己拍完了一个胶卷，午饭前回到了家。妻子带着孩子出去玩，中午不回来了。往常，汪淼一定会迫不及待地把胶卷冲出来，但今天他一点兴致都没有。简单地吃过午饭后，他倒头便睡，由于昨天夜里没睡好，一觉睡醒后都快五点了。他这时才想起上午拍的胶卷，便钻到那间由壁橱改成的狭窄暗室里去冲洗。
Wang’s first thought was that something was wrong with the film. The camera he had used was a 1988 Leica M2– entirely mechanical, which made it impossible for it to add a date stamp. Given the excellent lens and refined mechanical operation, it was considered a great professional camera even in this digital age.
汪淼立刻想到是胶卷的问题。他使用的l988年产的莱卡M2型相机，全机械手动，没有任何自动化功能，更不可能往胶片上叠印日期一类的数字。仅凭其品质卓绝的镜头和机械机构，即使在数码时代，也是专业相机中的贵族。
In fact, every picture in the roll had such numbers, until the thirty-sixth (and last) image: 1194:16:37.
整卷胶片，每张底片上都有小小的一排数字！直到第三十六张，也是最后一张：1194：16：37。
The second picture also had numbers: 1199:49:33, as did the third: 1199:40:18.
第二张底片上也有数字：ll99：49：33。
The film developed. Wang began to look through the negatives to see if any shots were worth printing, but he saw something strange in the very first image. The shot was of a small lawn outside a large shopping center. The center of the negative held a line of tiny white marks, which, upon closer examination, turned out to be numbers: 1200:00:00.
胶片很快冲出来了，他开始查看哪张值得放大洗成照片，在第一张就发现了一件离奇的事。这张拍的是一个大商场外的一小片草地，他看到底片正中有一行白色的东西，细看是一排数字：l200：00：00。
After reexamining the negatives, Wang discovered another strange thing about the numbers: They seemed to adapt to the background. If the background was black, the numbers were white, and vice versa. The shift seemed designed to maximize the numbers’ contrast for visibility. By the time Wang saw the sixteenth negative, his heart was beating faster, and a chill crept up his spine.
重新查看每张底片，汪淼很快发现了这些数字的第一个诡异之处：它们自动适应背景。如果背景：是黑色，数字则为白色，白色背景上的数字就是黑色，似乎是为了形成最大的反差便于观察者看清。当汪淼再看第十六张底片时，心跳加快了，感到暗室中有一股寒气沿着脊背升上来：
A countdown.
一个倒计时。
The countdown began with 1,200 hours. And now there were about 1,194 hours left, just under 50 days.
倒计时从1200小时开始，到现在还剩余1194小时。不到50天。
Wang began to analyze the mathematical pattern in the numbers. At first he thought it was some kind of assigned numbering, but the difference between the numbers wasn’t constant. He then guessed that the numbers represented time in the form of hours, minutes, and seconds. He took out his shooting diary, in which he recorded the exact time he took each picture down to the minute, and discovered the difference between two successive numbers on the photographs corresponded to the difference in time between when they were taken.
汪淼开始研究那些数字的数学关系，起初他以为是某种编号，但每组数字的间隔并不相同，他很快明白这是以小时、分、秒为单位的计时。他拿出了拍摄笔记，上面详细记录了每张照片的拍摄时间，精确到分。他发现两张照片上计时的差值与它们实际拍摄的时间间隔是一致的。很明显，这卷胶片上反向记录了某个以现实的速度流逝的时间。汪淼马上明白了它是什么。
This shot was of a dead tree against an old wall. The wall was mottled, showing a pattern of alternating black and white patches on the negative. Given this background, either white or black numbers would have been hard to read. But in the picture, the numbers arranged themselves vertically to fit along the curve of the tree trunk, allowing the white numbers to show up against the dark coloring of the dead tree like a crawling snake.
这张拍的是以一面老墙为背景的一棵枯树，老墙斑驳一片，在照片上黑白相间。在这样的背景上，那行数字以正常的位置无论是黑是白都不可能显示清楚，但它竟竖了起来，且弯曲自身，沿着枯树深色的树身呈白色显示，看上去仿佛是附着在枯树上的一条细蛇！
The countdown continued.
倒计时仍在继续。
Wang walked out of the darkroom, loaded a new roll of film in the Leica, and began to snap random shots. He even walked onto the balcony for a few outdoor shots. Afterward, he took out the film and went back into the darkroom. In the developed roll, the numbers again appeared on every negative like ghosts. The first one was marked 1187:27:39. The difference matched the passage of time between the last shot of the last roll and the first shot of this roll. After that, the number decreased by three or four seconds in each image: 1187:27:35, 1187:27:31, 1187:27:27, 1187:27:24… just like the intervals between the quick shots he had taken.
汪淼走出暗室，取出一只新的黑白胶卷装到莱卡相机上，在房间里飞快地随意拍摄起来．最后又到阳台上拍了几张室外的画面。胶卷拍完后，他把它从相机里取出来，一头钻进暗室冲洗。冲出来的胶片上，那数字幽灵般地在每一张底片上不断显示出来，第一张是1187：27：39，从上一卷最后一张拍摄到拍这卷的第一张，正好是间隔这么长时间。以后的每一张的计时间隔为三到四秒，1187：27：35、1187：27：31、1187：27：27、1187：27：24……是他快速拍摄的间隔。
Wang again loaded a new roll of film. He snapped off the shots rapidly, even taking a few with the lens cap on. As he took out the roll of film, his wife and son returned. Before he went into the darkroom to develop the film, he loaded another roll of film in the Leica and handed it to his wife. “Here, finish the roll for me.”
汪淼再次给相机装上新胶卷，飞快地乱拍起来，有几张他是故意扣上镜头盖拍的。当他将拍完的胶卷取出时，妻子和孩子回来了。在去冲洗前，他给莱卡装上第三个胶卷，把相机递给妻子：“来，拍完这卷。”
Now? No, at the moment I took the last photograph. Is the countdown still proceeding?
现在？不，是拍完胶卷最后一张那一时刻。这个倒计时还在继续吗？
The shutter clicked, and his wife had taken her first shot. “Why can’t I press it again?” she asked. Wang taught her how to wind the film to advance it. “Like that. You have to do it after every shot.” Then he ducked back into the darkroom.
快门“咔嚓”一声，妻子拍了第一张，然后叫道：“这怎么按不动了？”汪淼教妻子扳了一个手柄， “这样，每次都要倒卷。”然后钻进了暗室。
“Doesn’t matter. Just shoot whatever you want.” Wang stuffed the camera into her hands and ducked into the darkroom.
“什么都行，随便拍。”汪淼把相机塞到妻子手中，一头钻进了暗室。
“What am I supposed to shoot?” His wife looked at him, amazed. He never allowed anyone to touch his camera, though she and their son had no interest in doing so either. In their eyes, it was a boring antique that cost more than twenty thousand yuan.
“拍什么？”妻子惊诧地看着丈夫。以前，他是绝不允许其他人碰自己的相机，当然她和儿子对那玩意儿也没兴趣，在他们眼里，那是一个两万多元买来的乏味的老古董。
“All right. Dou Dou, why don’t I take some pictures of you?” His wife aimed the camera at their son.
“那，豆豆，我给你拍吧。”妻子把镜头对准了儿子。
Wang’s mind suddenly filled with the imagined sight of the ghostlike figures appearing over his son’s face like a hangman’s noose. He shuddered. “No, don’t do that. Shoot something else.”
汪淼的脑海中突然浮现出幽灵般的数字像一条张开的绞索横在孩子面容前的幻象，他不由微微战栗了一下。“不，别拍儿子，随便拍别的什么吧。”
“So complicated!” His wife, a doctor, couldn’t understand why anyone would use such expensive but outdated equipment when ten- or even twenty-megapixel digital cameras were common. And he even used black-and-white film.
“真麻烦。”身为医生的妻子不能理解，在千万级像素的数码相机已经普及的今天，还有人用这种过时的昂贵玩意儿，而且拍的还是黑白胶卷。
His wife knocked on the darkroom door and told him she was finished with the roll. Wang opened the door and took the camera from her. As he took out the roll, his hands trembled. Ignoring his wife’s concerned look, he took the film back into the darkroom and shut the door. He worked fast and clumsily, spilling developer and fixer all over the ground. Soon the images were developed. He closed his eyes, silently praying, Please don’t appear. No matter what, please don’t appear now. Don’t make it my turn…
妻子敲了两下暗室的门，告诉他拍完了。汪淼出门抓过相机，取胶卷时他的手明显地在颤抖。不顾妻子异样的目光，他拿着胶卷又回到暗室，死死地关上门。他干得很忙乱，显影液、定影液洒了一地，胶卷很快冲出来了，他闭上双眼，默默祈祷：别出现，不管是什么，别在现在出现，别轮到我……
After the third roll of film developed, Wang held it up against the red light. He saw that the ghostlike countdown continued. The numbers showed up clearly on every randomly shot picture, including the few he had taken with the lens cap on: 1187:19:06, 1187:19:03, 1187:18:59, 1187:18:56…
胶卷冲出来后，对着晕暗的红灯，汪淼看到那幽灵倒计时仍在继续，在一张张随意拍出的混乱画面上，包括那几张扣着镜头盖拍的，清晰地显示出：1l87：19：06、1187：19：03、1187：l8：59、1187：18：56……
He examined the wet film with a magnifying glass. There was no countdown. The negatives held only the interior shots his wife had taken. She had used a slow shutter speed, and her amateurish operation left all the scenes blurry. But Wang thought these were the most enjoyable pictures he had ever seen.
他用放大镜沿着湿漉漉的胶卷看去，倒计时消失了，底片上只有妻子拍出的室内画面，在低速光圈下，她那不专业的操作拍出的画面一片模糊，但汪淼觉得这是他看过的最赏心阅目的照片了。
At least given current technology, such power would be supernatural.
至少以现有技术而言，这种力量是超自然的。
First, the numbers, which precisely recorded the passage of time between shots and which showed signs of intelligence, could not possibly have been preprinted on the film. Something exposed them onto the film. But what? Did the camera have a malfunction? Had some mechanism been installed in the camera without his knowledge? He took off the lens and disassembled the camera. He examined the interior with a magnifying glass and checked every dustless component without discovering anything out of place. Then, considering that the numbers showed up even in the shots taken with the lens cap on, he realized the most likely light source was some kind of penetrating ray. But how was this technologically possible? Where was the source of the rays? How could they have been aimed?
首先，这组在不同的拍摄间隔精确地记录时间流逝，并显示出智能迹象的数字，不可能是预留在胶片上的，只能是某种力量使其感光，那会是什么呢？是相机的问题吗？是某种装置被有意无意地放置到了相机中吗？他将镜头卸下来，把相机拆开，用放大镜仔细地观察着相机内部，检查着每个一尘不染的光洁机件，没有发现任何异常。那么，联想到那几张扣上镜头盖后拍摄的画面，最可能的感光源是外界某种穿透力很强的射线，但这在技术上同样是不可能的：射线源在哪儿？如何瞄准？
Wang came out of the darkroom and let out a held breath. He was covered in sweat. His wife was in the kitchen cooking, and his son was playing in his room. He sat on the sofa and thought the matter over more rationally.
汪淼走出暗室，长出一口气，发现汗水已浸湿了全身。妻子去厨房做饭了，儿子也到自己的房间去玩，他一个人坐在沙发上，开始了稍微冷静的思考。
1186:34:13, 1186:34:02, 1186:33:46, 1186:33:35…
1186：34：l3、1186：34：02、l186：33：46、ll86：33：35……
Wang rushed out of the darkroom and continued through the door of the apartment. He knocked loudly on the door of his neighbor, retired Professor Zhang.
汪淼冲出暗室，冲出家门，猛敲邻居的门，开门的是退休的张教授。
In order to see if the ghostly countdown had disappeared, Wang loaded another roll into the Leica, and again began to shoot randomly. When this roll was developed, Wang’s short-lived calm was again shattered. He felt himself pushed to the precipice of madness. The countdown had returned. Based on the numbers, it had never stopped, just failed to display on the roll shot by his wife.
为了进一步确定幽灵倒计时已经消失，汪淼又在莱卡相机中装上了一个胶卷，开始一张张地随意拍起来。当这次的胶卷冲出来后，刚刚稍微平静了一会儿的他又被推到了疯狂的边缘：幽灵倒计时又出现了，从画面显示的时间看，它根本就没有停止过，只是在妻子拍的那卷上没有显示而已。
“Please, let me borrow it.”
“借我用用。”
“Professor Zhang, do you have a camera? Not a digital one, but one that takes film!”
“老张，你家有没有相机？哦，不要数码的，要用胶卷的！”
“A professional photographer like you wants to borrow my camera? What happened to your expensive one? I have only digital point-and-shoots. Are you okay? Your face looks so pale.”
“你这大摄影家朝我借相机？那个两万多的坏了？我只有数码的……你不舒服？脸色这么难看。”
“Thank you!” Wang seized the camera and rushed back home. He actually had three more film cameras and a digital one, but Wang thought it better to borrow a camera from someone else. He looked at his own camera lying on the sofa and the few rolls of film, paused in thought, and decided to reload the Leica with new film. He handed the borrowed digital camera to his wife, who was setting out dinner.
“谢谢！”汪淼抓过相机和胶卷，匆匆返回屋里。其实家里还有三架胶卷相机和一架数码相机，但汪淼觉得从别处借更可靠些。他看着摊放在沙发上的两架相机和几只黑白胶卷，略一思考后，又给莱卡装上了胶卷，然后将数码相机递给正在端饭的妻子：
Zhang returned with a common Kodak digital camera. “Here you go. You can just delete the few pictures already on there.”
老张很快拿来一架很普通的柯达数码相机。“给，里面的几张删掉就行……”
“Don’t worry about it. Shoot!”
“你别管，拍！”
His wife looked at him in horror.
他的妻子惊恐地望着他。
“Quick! Shoot another few pictures, like before.”
“快，拍几张，就像刚才一样！”
“What are you doing? Look at your face! What’s happening?”
“这是干什么？看你的脸色……你到底怎么了？！”
She put down the dishes and came over to him, her eyes filled with both worry and fright.
妻子放下手中的碟子，走过来看着丈夫，眼中的惊恐又加上了忧虑。
The boy learned quickly. He was very interested and made rapid shots. Wang turned around and picked up the Leica from the couch, and began to shoot as well. The father and son kept on pressing the shutters as though they were mad. His wife, not knowing what to do as the flashes went off around her, began to cry.
儿子很快掌握了，小家伙很感兴趣，拍得很快。汪淼转身从沙发上拿起自己的莱卡，也拍了起来，父子俩就这样“咔嚓、咔嚓”地疯狂拍着，丢下妻子在频频闪光中不知所措，眼泪涌了出来。
“Wang Miao, I know that you’ve been under a lot of pressure lately, but please, I hope you haven’t…?”
“汪淼，我知道你最近工作压力很大，你可别……”
Wang stuffed the Kodak into the hands of his six-year-old son, who was about to start eating dinner. “Dou Dou, come help Daddy. Push this button. Right, like that. That’s one shot. Push it again. That’s another shot. Keep on shooting like that. You can take pictures of anything you want.”
汪淼把柯达相机塞到过来吃饭的六岁儿子手里， “豆豆，你帮爸爸拍。就按这个，对，这是一张；再按一下，对对，又是一张；就这样。一直拍，对着哪儿都行。”
Wang finished the roll in the Leica and grabbed the digital from his son. He thought for a moment, and then, in order to avoid his wife, went into the bedroom and took a few more shots with the digital. He used the optical finder instead of the LCD because he was afraid to see the results, though he was going to have to face them soon enough.
汪淼把莱卡相机的胶卷拍完，又从孩子手中抢过数码相机。他想了一下，为了避开妻儿的干扰，走到卧室中，自己用数码相机也拍了几张。他拍的时候用的是目视取景器，没用液晶屏，因为怕看到结果，虽然迟早要看。
Wang rushed out of the darkroom and began to look through the digital images on the Kodak. On the LCD, he saw that the pictures his son had taken did not have the numbers, but in the pictures that he took, the countdown showed clearly and was synchronized with the numbers on the film.
汪淼冲出暗室，开始检查数码相机上的照片，从液晶屏上看到，刚才拍的数码照片中，儿子拍的部分没有显示倒计时；而在自己拍的那部分，倒计时清晰地显示出来，并且与底片上的同步变化。
Wang took out the film from the Leica and went back into the darkroom. He shut the door and worked. After the film was developed, he examined the images carefully. Because his hands were shaking, he had to hold the magnifying glass with both hands. On the negatives, the countdown continued.
汪淼取出莱卡里的胶卷钻进暗室，紧紧地关上门工作起来。冲洗完成后，他细看底片，因手在颤抖，他只能用双手握着放大镜——底片上，幽灵倒计时在继续。
Desperate, Wang picked up the pile of film rolls, like a tangled nest of snakes, like a bunch of ropes tied into an impossible knot.
汪淼绝望地抓起那堆胶卷，像抓着一团纠缠在一起的蛇，又像一团难以挣脱的绞索。
He knew that he could not solve the mystery on his own. Who could he turn to? His old classmates from college and his colleagues at the Research Center were hopeless. Like him, they were all people with technical minds. Intuitively, he knew that this went beyond a technical problem. He thought of Ding Yi, but that man was now in a spiritual crisis of his own. Finally, he thought of the Frontiers of Science. These were deep thinkers who remained open-minded. So he dialed Shen Yufei’s number.
他知道，仅凭自己的力量是无法解决这个问题的，那么去找谁呢？大学和研究所里的同事是不行的，他们与自己一样，都是技术型思维的人；直觉告诉他，这件事已超出了技术之外。他想到了丁仪，可现在这人自己也陷入精神危机之中。他最后想到了“科学边界”，那是一群思想深刻而且活跃的人。于是，他拨通了申玉菲的电话。
By using different cameras, Wang was trying to eliminate problems with the camera or the film as possible explanations. But by allowing his son and his wife to take some pictures, he discovered an even stranger result: The countdown only appeared on the pictures he took!
汪淼使用不同的相机拍摄，目的是排除问题出在相机或底片上的可能性，但他无意中让孩子拍摄，加上之前让妻子拍摄，得出了一个更加诡异的结果：用不同相机和不同胶卷拍摄，别人拍出的都正常，幽灵倒计时只会在他拍摄的照片上出现！
He stuffed the mess of film into a bag, and, taking the digital camera, rushed out of the apartment as his wife watched him anxiously. He could have driven, but even with the city being full of lights, he wanted to be with people. He called for a cab.
他将那团胶卷塞进一个提包，并带上那架数码相机，在妻子焦虑的目光中冲出家门。本来可以开车去的，但即使在这灯火灿烂的城市，他在路上也想有人陪伴，于是叫了出租车。
Wang was surprised. Shen was a woman of few words. Some in the Frontiers of Science jokingly called her the Female Hemingway. But the fact that she didn’t even ask him what was wrong made Wang uncertain whether he should be comforted or even more anxious.
汪淼吃了一惊，申玉菲平时说话也十分精简，以至于“科学边界”的一些人戏称她为“女海明威”。但这次，她竟连是什么事都不问，汪淼不知该感到安慰还是更加不安。
“Dr. Shen, I have a problem. I must see you.”
“申博士，我这里有些事，必须到你那里去一趟。”汪淼急促地说。
Shen lived in a luxury housing development reachable by one of the newer commuter rails. Here, the lights were much dimmer. The houses were set around a small artificial lake stocked with fish for the residents, and at night the place felt like a village.
申玉菲住在新城铁线附近的一个高档别墅区，这里的灯光稀疏了许多，别墅群环绕着几个能垂钓的小人工湖，晚上有一种乡村的感觉。
“Come over,” Shen said, and hung up.
“来吧。”申玉菲只说了这两个字就挂断了电话。
Shen was clearly well off, but Wang could never figure out the source of her wealth. Neither her old research position nor her current job with a private company could earn that much income. But her house didn’t show signs of luxury on the inside. It was used as a gathering place for the Frontiers of Science, and Wang always thought it resembled a small library with a meeting room.
申玉菲显然很富有，但汪淼一直搞不清她的财产来源，她以前的研究职位和现在公司中的职位都挣不到这么多钱。不过她的别墅中并没有豪华享受的痕迹，那里是“科学边界”的一个聚会场所，其中的陈设很像一个带会议室的小图书馆。
But he wasn’t idle. He appeared to be conducting some kind of research at home, always deep in thought. Whenever he met any visitor, he would greet them absentmindedly and then return to his room upstairs. Most of his day was spent there. One time, Wang glanced into his room through the half-open door and saw an astonishing sight: a powerful HP workstation. He was sure of what he saw because the workstation was the same model as the one he used at the Research Center: slate-gray chassis, model RX8620, four years old. It seemed very strange to own a machine costing more than a million yuan just for personal use. What was Wei Cheng doing with it all day?
但他并非无所事事，显然在家研究着什么东西，整天沉浸在思考中，见到任何人都是心不在焉地打个招呼，然后回到楼上的房间里，他一天的大部分时间都待在那里。一次，汪淼在楼上无意中从半开的房门向里瞥了一眼，看到一个令人惊奇的东西：一台HP小型机。他不会看错的，因为这台设备与他]二作的超导研究中心那台一样，黑灰色机箱，是四年前出品的RX8620。把这台价值上百万的设备放在家里似乎很奇怪，魏成每天一个人守着它到底在干什么？
In the living room, Wang saw Wei Cheng, Shen’s husband. Wei was about forty years old and had the look of a staid, honest intellectual. Wang knew little about him other than his name. Shen hadn’t said much when she introduced him. He didn’t seem to have a job, since he stayed home all day. He never showed any interest in the Frontiers of Science discussions, but seemed used to the sight of so many scholars coming to their house.
在客厅里，汪淼见到申玉菲的丈夫魏成。这个四十岁左右的男人，一副敦厚的知识分子模样，汪淼对他的了解仅限于其姓名，申玉菲介绍时也只说了这些。他似乎没有工作，成天待在家里，对“科学边界”的讨论不感兴趣，对家里频繁来往的学者们也习以为常。
Wang knocked on the door. It wasn’t locked, and it opened a crack. Shen was seated in front of a computer, playing a game. He was surprised to see that she wore a V-suit.
汪淼敲门，门没锁，开了一个缝，他看到申玉菲正坐在电脑前玩游戏，令汪淼惊奇的是她竟穿着一套“V装具”。
“Yufei is a bit busy right now. Why don’t you wait a while?” Wei Cheng walked upstairs. Wang tried to wait, but he found that he couldn’t be still, so he followed Wei Cheng. Wei was about to enter his room with the workstation when he saw Wang behind him, but he didn’t seem annoyed. He pointed to the room across from his. “She’s in there.”
“玉菲在上面有点事，您稍等一会儿吧。”魏成说，然后走上楼。汪淼本打算等的，但实在坐不住，也跟着走上楼去，看到魏成正要进入他那个放着小型机的房间。他看到汪淼跟来似乎并不反感，指指对面的一个房间说：“哦，就在那个房间里，你去找她吧。”
The V-suit was a very popular piece of equipment among gamers, made up of a panoramic viewing helmet and a haptic feedback suit. The suit allowed the player to experience the sensations of the game: being struck by a fist, being stabbed by a knife, being burned by flames, and so on. It was also capable of generating feelings of extreme heat and cold, even simulating the sensation of being exposed in a snowstorm.
这是目前在游戏玩家中很流行的玩意儿，由一个全视角显示头盔和一套感应服构成，感应服可以使玩家从肉体上感觉到游戏中的击打、刀刺和火烧，能产生出酷热和严寒，甚至还能逼真地模拟出身体暴露在风雪中的感觉。
Wang walked behind her. As the game was displayed only on the inside of the panoramic viewing helmet, there were no colorful images on the computer monitor. Wang suddenly remembered Shi Qiang’s comment about memorizing Web and e-mail addresses. He glanced at the monitor. The game site’s URL caught his attention: www.3body. net.
汪淼走到她后面，由于游戏是在头盔中以全视角方式显示的，在显示器上什么都看不到。这时，汪淼想起大史让他记网址和邮件地址的事，无意中扫了一眼显示器，那个游戏登录界面上的英文名很特别，他记住了。
Shen took off the helmet and stripped off the haptic feedback suit. She put on her glasses, which appeared extra large against her thin face. Without any expression, she nodded at Wang and said nothing. Wang took out the mess of film rolls and began to explain his strange experience. Shen paid full attention to his story, picking up the rolls of film and only casually looking at them. This surprised Wang, but further confirmed for him that Shen wasn’t completely ignorant about what he was going through. He almost stopped speaking, but Shen kept on nodding at him, indicating that he should continue.
申玉菲摘下显示头盔，又脱下了感应服，戴上她那副在瘦削的脸上显得很大的眼镜，面无表情地对汪淼点点头，一个字都没说，等着他说话。汪淼拿出那团胶卷，开始讲述发生在自己身上的诡异事件。申玉菲注意听着，对那些胶片，只是拿起来大概扫了几眼，并没有细看，这令汪淼很震惊，现在他进一步确定申玉菲对此事并非完全不知情，这几乎令他停止了讲述，只是申玉菲几次点头示意他继续，才将事情讲完了。
Shen didn’t answer, but continued to stare at him, waiting for him to answer her question. This was always her style, never wasting a single word.
申玉菲没有说话，只是静静地看着他，等他回答自己的问题。这就是她的谈话风格，从不多说一个字。
This non sequitur disoriented Wang. “The nanomaterial project? What does that have to do with this?” He pointed at the rolls of film.
这不着边际的问题令汪淼十分吃惊。 “纳米项目？它与这有什么关系？”他指指那堆胶卷。
“Stop your research,” she said.
“把研究停下来。”申玉菲说。
When he finished, Shen spoke for the first time. “How’s the nanomaterial project you’re leading proceeding?”
这时申玉菲才说出了他们见面后的第一句话：“你领导的纳米项目怎么样了？”
Desperate, Wang got up to leave without saying good-bye. Mutely, Shen accompanied him to the door and watched as he got into the taxi.
绝望的汪淼没有告辞起身就走，申玉菲默默地一直送他到庭院的大门处，并看着他坐进出租车。
Just then, another car drove up and braked to a hard stop in front of the door. A man got out. By the faint light leaking from the house, Wang recognized him immediately.
正在这时，另一辆汽车疾驰而来，在门前刹住了。一个男人下车，借着别墅中透出的灯光，汪淼一眼就认出了他。
“No. It’s the opposite. Your impression is due to the fact that the Frontiers of Science concerns matters far more fundamental than you imagine.”
“相反，你得出这个印象，是因为‘科学边界’涉及的东西比你想象的更基础。”
“You have to give me a reason.”
“你总得说出原因吧！”
That was the end of the conversation about the countdown. After that, no matter how hard Wang tried, Shen only repeated, “Just stop. Try it.”
关于幽灵倒计时的简短谈话就到此为止，之后，不管汪淼如何努力，申玉菲再也没有说出一个与此有关的字，只是重复那句话：“停下来试试。”
“I can’t stop the project. It’s impossible!”
“项目不能停，也不可能停！”
“I’ve told you all I can.”
“我能告诉你的就这些了。”
“Just stop. Try it.”
“停下来试试。”
“What do you know? Tell me!”
“你到底知道些什么？告诉我！”
“I understand now,” Wang said. “The Frontiers of Science isn’t just a discussion group about fundamental theory, like you claimed. Its connection to reality is far more complicated than I had imagined.”
“我现在明白了，‘科学边界’并不是像你们宣称的那样是一个基础理论的学术交流组织，它与现实的关系比我想像的要复杂得多。”汪淼说。
Shen remained silent.
申玉菲沉默着，没重复自己的话。
“Stop? That’s a key national project!”
“停下来？！那是国家重点项目！”
Shen still said nothing, only looking at him calmly.
申玉菲仍不说话，只是看着他，目光平静。
“Just stop. Try it.”
“停下来试试。”
“What?” Wang wasn’t sure he heard right. “What are you talking about?”
“什么？”汪淼认为自己听错了， “你说什么？”
The other cause for his fame was that he had created China’s first experimental community. Unlike the “return to nature” utopian groups in the West, his “Pastoral China” wasn’t located in the wilderness, but in the midst of one of its largest cities. The community had no property of its own. Everything needed for daily life, including food, came from urban trash. Contrary to the predictions of many, Pastoral China not only survived, but thrived. Currently, it had more than three thousand permanent members, and countless others had joined for short stints to experience the lifestyle.
他使自己闻名于世的另一个创举，是创建了国内第一个实验社会。与西方那些旨在回归自然的乌托邦社团不同，他的“中华田园”不是处于荒野之地，而是置身于最大的城市中。社团没有一分钱财产，包括食物在内的所有生活用品，均来自城市垃圾。与人们最初的预想不同， “中华田园”不但生存下来，而且迅速壮大，其固定成员已达三千多人，不定期到其中体验生活的人更是不计其数。
The man was Pan Han, one of the most prominent members of the Frontiers of Science. A biologist, he had successfully predicted the birth defects associated with long-term consumption of genetically modified foods. He had also predicted the ecological disasters that would come with cultivation of genetically modified crops. Unlike the prophets of doom who regularly warned of catastrophes without any particulars, Pan made predictions that always gave many specific details that later turned out to be correct. His accuracy was such that there were rumors that he came from the future.
这人是潘寒，是“科学边界”里最著名的人物之一。作为一名生物学家，他成功地预言了长期食用转基因农产品造成的后代遗传畸形，还预言了转基因作物可能造成的生态灾难。与那些空洞地危言耸听的学者不同，他的预言充满了具体的细节，且都一一精确兑现，其准确度达到令人震惊的程度，以至于有传言说他来自未来。
Based on these two successes, Pan’s opinions on social issues had grown more and more influential. He believed that technological progress was a disease in human society. The explosive development of technology was analogous to the growth of cancer cells, and the results would be identical: the exhaustion of all sources of nourishment, the destruction of organs, and the final death of the host body. He advocated abolishing crude technologies such as fossil fuels and nuclear energy and keeping gentler technologies such as solar power and small-scale hydroelectric power. He believed in the gradual de-urbanization of modern metropolises by distributing the population more evenly in self-sufficient small towns and villages. Relying on the gentler technologies, he would build a new agricultural society.
以这两个成功为基础，潘寒的社会思想也日益具有影响力。他认为，科技革命是人类社会的一种病变，技术的爆炸性发展与癌细胞的飞速扩散相当，最终的结果都是耗尽有机体的养分，破坏器官，导致其寄宿体的死亡。他主张废除那些“粗暴的”技术，如化石能源和核电，保留“温和的”技术，如太阳能和小水电。将大城市逐步解散，人口均匀分布于自给自足的小村镇中，以“温和技术”为基础，建立“新农业社会”。
“Is he in?” Pan asked Shen, pointing to the house.
“他在吗？”潘寒指指别墅的二楼问。
“I have to warn him and also warn you. Do not force our hand.” Pan’s voice was cold.
“我要警告他，当然也要警告你，别逼我们！”潘寒冷冷地说。
Shen called to the taxi driver, “You can go now.” After the taxi started, Wang couldn’t hear any more of the conversation between Shen and Pan, but he glanced back and saw that Shen did not let Pan into the house.
申玉菲仍没回答他，只是对出租车里的汪淼说：“走吧，没事。”然后示意司机开车。车发动后，汪淼再也没有听到他们说什么，他回头远远地看到，灯光下申玉菲一直没让潘寒走进别墅。
Shen didn’t answer, but blocked his progress.
申玉菲没有回答，沉默地挡在他面前。
By the time Wang arrived home, it was already after midnight. As Wang got out of the taxi, a black Volkswagen Santana braked to a stop next to him. The window rolled down and a cloud of smoke emerged. Shi Qiang’s thick body filled the driver’s seat.
回到家已是深夜，汪淼在小区的门口走下出租车，一辆黑色桑塔纳紧贴着他刹住，车窗摇下，一股烟喷了出来，是大史，粗壮的身躯将驾驶座挤得满满的。
“Professor Wang! Academician Wang! How’ve you been the last couple of days?”
“哇，汪教授，汪院士！这两天过得可好？”
“Fine.” Shi started the car. “It’s not like I’m going to starve without the overtime for doing this. I’d rather not have missed my soccer match.”
“得——”大史开动了车子， “好像我愿意挣这俩夜班外勤费似的，球赛都耽误了。”
“Now, don’t misunderstand me. I could have just driven past you, but instead, I chose to be polite and stop to greet you. You’re making being nice a thankless task.” Shi revealed his trademark roguish smirk. “Well? Did you find out any useful information over there?”
“别误会，我要是直直开过去不就完了，讲个礼貌打个招呼你还当成驴肝肺了。”大史露出他的特色傻笑，一副无赖相， “咋的，那边看到什么有用的信息没，交流交流？”
“I’ve told you already, I don’t want anything to do with you. Please leave me alone from now on.”
“我说过，我和你们没关系了，今后请不要跟踪我！”
“Are you following me? Don’t you have anything better to do?”
“你在跟踪我？真无聊！”
Wang entered the apartment. His wife was already asleep. He could hear her tossing and turning in bed, mumbling anxiously. Her husband’s strange behavior during the day was surely giving her bad dreams. Wang swallowed a few sleeping pills, lay down on the bed, and, after a long wait, fell asleep.
汪淼走进家门，妻儿已经睡了，他听到妻子在床上不安地翻身，嘴里发出模糊不清的声音，丈夫今天怪异的举动，不知会给她带来怎样的噩梦。汪淼吃了两片利眠灵，躺到床上，过了很长时间才艰难地进入梦乡。
1180:05:00, 1180:04:59, 1180:04:58, 1180:04:57…
1180：05：00、ll80：04：59、l180：04：58、1180：04：57……
His dreams were chaotic, but there was one constant: the ghostly countdown, suspended in midair. Even before he fell asleep, he had known he would dream of it. In his dreams, he attacked the countdown. Crazed, he tore at it, bit it, but every attempt failed to leave a mark. It continued to hang in the middle of his dream, steadily ticking away. Finally, just as the frustration became almost intolerable, he woke up.
他的梦境很纷乱，但其中的一个东西却恒定地存在着：幽灵倒计时。其实，倒计时在梦中出现是汪淼早就预料到的事。梦境中，他疯狂地击打悬浮在半空的倒计时，撕它、咬它，但一切击打都无力地穿透了它，它就悬在梦境正中，坚定地流逝着。它使汪淼烦躁至极，终于从梦中醒来。
Opening his eyes, he saw the ceiling, indistinct above him. The city lights outside the window cast a dim glow against it through the curtains. But one thing did follow him from dream into reality: the countdown. It was still hovering before his eyes. The numbers were thin, but very bright with a burning, white glow.
他睁开眼，看到了模糊的天花板，外面城市的灯光透过窗帘，在上面投出黯淡的光晕。但有一样东西从梦中跟随他到现实中：幽灵倒计时。倒计时仍在他睁开的眼睛前显现，数字很细，但很亮，发出一种烧灼的白光。
Wang looked around, taking in the blurry shadows around the bedroom. He was now certain that he was awake, but the countdown did not disappear. He shut his eyes, and the countdown remained in the darkness of his vision, looking like mercury flowing against a black swan’s feathers. He opened his eyes, rubbed them, and still the countdown did not go away. No matter how he moved his gaze, the numbers stayed at the center of it.
汪淼转转头，看到了卧室中模糊的一切，确认自己已经醒来，倒计时没有消失。他闭上双眼，倒计时仍显现在他那完全黑暗的视野中，像黑天鹅绒上发亮的水银。他再次睁眼，并揉揉眼睛，倒计时仍没有消失，不管他的视线如何移动，那一串数字稳稳地占据着视野的正中央。
Wang felt he was suffocating. He let out a stifled scream. His wife, frightened awake, questioned him anxiously. He tried to force himself to be calm and comforted her, telling her that it was nothing. He lay back on the bed, closed his eyes, and spent the rest of his difficult night under the constant glow of the countdown.
一时间，汪淼感到自己窒息了，不由发出一声低沉的惊叫。面对被惊醒的妻子恐慌的探问，他努力使自己镇定下来，安慰妻子说没什么，又躺回床上，闭上眼睛，在幽灵倒计时的照耀下艰难地度过了剩下的夜晚。
A nameless terror made Wang sit up. The countdown clung to him. He jumped off the bed, tore the curtains apart, and pushed the window open. The city, deep in sleep, was still brightly lit. The countdown hovered before this grand background like subtitles on a movie screen.
一股莫名的恐惧使汪淼猛地坐起来，倒计时死死跟随着他。他跳下床，冲到窗前，扯开窗帘，推开窗。外面沉睡中的城市仍然灯光灿烂，倒计时就在这广阔的背景前显现着，像电影画面上的字幕。
After breakfast, Wang called the Research Center and asked for the day off. He drove to the hospital. Along the way, the countdown mercilessly hovered in front of the real world. It was able to adjust its brightness so that, no matter what the background, it showed up distinctly. Wang even tried to temporarily overwhelm the display by staring into the rising sun. But it was useless. The infernal numbers turned black and showed up against the orb of the sun like projected shadows, which made them even more frightening.
早饭后，汪淼向纳米中心请了假，开车去医院。一路上，幽灵倒计时无情地横在他眼中的现实世界前面，这东西会自动调节自己的亮度，在不同的背景上都清晰地显现出来。汪淼甚至盯着初升的太阳，试图使倒计时被强光暂时隐没一会儿，但没有用，那串魔鬼数字竟在日轮上显现出来，这时它不是增加亮度，而是变成黑色，更加恐怖。
In the morning, he tried to act normal in front of his family, but he could not fool his wife. She asked him whether his eyes were all right, whether he could see clearly.
清晨起床后，汪淼努力使自己在家人面前显得正常些，但妻子还是看出了异样，问他的眼睛怎么了？是不是看不清东西？
1175:11:34, 1175:11:33, 1175:11:32, 1175:11:31…
1175：11：34、1175：11：33、1175：11：32、1175：l1：31……
“There’s something stuck in my vision. No matter where I look, it’s always there.” As Wang said this, the numbers hovered in front of the doctor’s face.
“我的眼睛总是看见一个东西，不管你看哪里，这东西都在。”汪淼说。同时，那串数字就横在医生脸前。
Tongren Hospital was very busy, but Wang was able to see a famous ophthalmologist who had gone to school with his wife. He asked the doctor to test him, without describing the symptoms. After careful examination of both eyes, the doctor told him they were functioning normally with no signs of any disease.
同仁医院很难挂号，汪淼直接找了妻子的一个同学，一位著名的眼科专家。他没有说病情，而是先让医生检查自己的眼睛。仔细检查了汪淼的双眼后，医生告诉他没有发现什么病变，眼睛一切正常。
“Oh, you’re talking about floaters.” The doctor took out a prescription pad and began to write. “They’re common at our age, the result of clouding in the lens. They’re not easy to cure, but they’re also not a big deal. I’ll give you some iodine drops and vitamin D — it’s possible that they’ll go away, but don’t get your hopes up too much. Really, they’re nothing to worry about, as they don’t affect your vision. You just have to get used to ignoring them.”
“飞蚊症。”医生说，同时抽出处方签开始写， “我们这年纪的常见眼病，晶状体混浊。不太好治，但没什么要紧的，开些碘药水和维D吧，也许能吸收掉，但希望不大。不过，这确实没什么要紧的，只要你习惯了忽略视野里的那些杂物，对视力没什么影响。”
“Floaters… Can you tell me what they look like?”
“你说的飞蚊症，那些……东西看上去是什么样子？”
“There’s no real pattern. It differs by person. For some, they appear as tiny black dots; for others, like tadpoles.”
“不规则，因人而易，有时是小黑点儿，有时像蝌蚪。”
The doctor nodded. “If it was anyone else, I’d suggest you go see a psychiatrist. But it’s nothing serious, just exhaustion. Why don’t you rest for a few days? Take a vacation. Go be with Yao and your kid — what’s his name… Dou Dou, right? No worries. They’ll go away soon.”
医生点点头， “要是一般的病人，我就建议他去精神科了，其实没必要，没什么要紧的，就是太累了。休息几天吧，去度几天假，和李瑶、孩子，叫什么来着，豆豆吧，一起去。放心，很快会恢复的。”
The doctor’s pen stopped. “You see numbers?”
医生写处方的笔停了。“你看到一串数字？”
“Yes, right in the middle of the visual field.”
“是的，横在视野中心。”
“You are saying this is due to psychological factors?”
“你是说，我这是精神因素所致？”
1175:10:02, 1175:10:01, 1175:10:00, 1175:09:59…
1l75：10：02、1l75：10：01、ll75：10：00,1175：09：59……
The doctor pushed his pen and paper away, and looked at him sympathetically. “As soon as you came in, I could tell you’d been working too much. At the last class reunion, Li Yao told me you were under a lot of pressure at work. We have to be careful at our age. Our health is no longer what it used to be.”
医生推开纸和笔，关切地看着他， “一进来我就看出，你过度劳累。上次同学聚会，李瑶向我提起你，说你的工作压力很大。到我们这岁数，应该注意了，健康可透支不起了。”
“What if someone sees a series of numbers?”
“如果看到的是一串数字呢？”
“Let me tell you what I see. It’s a countdown! One second after another, it keeps on ticking precisely. Are you saying this is all in my head?”
“我告诉你我看到的是什么，一个倒计时！一秒一秒，在精确地走！这会是精神因素？”
The doctor gave him a tolerant smile. “You know how much the mind can affect vision? Last month we had a patient — a girl, maybe fifteen, sixteen. She was in class when she suddenly lost the ability to see, went completely blind. But all the tests showed that there was nothing wrong with her eyes physiologically. Finally, someone from the Department of Psychiatry treated her with psychotherapy for a month. All of a sudden, her vision returned.”
医生宽容地笑笑， “想知道精神因素能对视力影响到什么程度吗？上个月我们收治了一个女孩儿，十五六岁吧，她在教室里突然间什么都看不见了，完全失明。可经过所有检查，眼睛在生理上完全正常。后来精神科的专家对她进行了一个月的心理治疗，又是突然间，她的眼睛恢复到正常的视力。”
The doctor gave this some thought. “Yes, I do. A while ago I was part of the medical team for the Shenzhou 19 spacecraft. Some taikonauts engaged in extravehicular activities reported seeing flashes that didn’t exist. The astronauts on the International Space Station reported similar experiences. It was because during periods of intense solar activity, high-energy particles struck against the retina, causing them to see flashes. But you’re talking about numbers — a countdown, even. Solar activity can’t possibly cause that.”
医生想了想说：“有，我前一阵儿参加神舟l 9号的医疗组，曾有航天员报告说，他们在舱外工作时看到了并不存在的闪光。以前国际空间站上的航天员报告过类似情况，都是在太阳活动剧烈的时候，太空中的高能粒子打到视网膜上，人就看到闪耀。不过你说的看到数字，还是倒计时，绝无可能是这个原因。”
Wang walked out of the hospital in a daze. The countdown continued to hover in his eyes, and he seemed to be following the numbers, following a ghost that would not leave him. He bought a pair of sunglasses and put them on so that others would not see his eyes wandering around as though he were sleepwalking.
汪淼恍惚地走出医院，倒计时就在他眼前，他似乎在跟着它走，跟着一个死死缠着他的鬼魂。他买了一副墨镜戴上，仅仅是为了不让别人看到自己梦游般迷离的眼神。
Wang knew that he was wasting his time here. He got up. “All right, let’s not talk about my eyes anymore. I have one last question: Do you know of any physical phenomenon that can operate from a distance and make people see visions?”
汪淼知道在这里是浪费时间，他起身要走，最后说：“好吧，不管我的眼睛，我只有一个问题想请教你：有什么外力，能通过远程作用使人看到什么吗？”
Wang saw that the main reaction chamber in the middle of the lab was still in operation. The main compartment of the gigantic apparatus was a sphere with many pipes connected to it. They had made small quantities of a new, ultrastrong nanomaterial that they’d given the code name “Flying Blade.” But the samples so far were all made with molecular construction techniques — that is, using a nanoscale molecular probe to stack the molecules one by one, like laying out bricks for a wall. This method was very resource-intensive, and the results might as well have been the world’s most precious jewels. It was impractical to produce large quantities this way.
在实验大厅中央，汗淼看到反应黑箱仍在运行中。这台巨型设备的主体是汇集了大量管道的一个球体。代号叫“飞刃”的超强度纳米材料已经生产出来，但是用分子建筑术制造的，就是用分子探针将材料分子像砌砖那样一个个垒砌起来，这样的工艺要耗费大量的资源，那些产品可以说是世界上最贵重的珍宝了，根本无法进行量产。
At the moment, the lab was attempting to develop a catalytic reaction as a substitute for molecular construction so that large numbers of molecules would stack themselves into the right arrangement. The main reaction chamber could rapidly run through a large number of reactions using different molecular combinations. There were so many combinations that normal manual testing methods would have taken more than a hundred years. In addition, the apparatus augmented actual reactions with mathematical simulations. When the reaction reached a certain stage, the computer would build a mathematical model of it based on intermediate products and finish the remainder of the reaction via simulation. This greatly boosted the experimental efficiency.
实验室现在做的，就是试图通过一种催化反应来代替分子建筑法，使巨量的分子在反应中同时完成筑砌。试验就是在反应黑箱中进行的，这台设备可以在数量庞大的成分组合上进行反应试验，这样数量的组合如果用传统的人工操作可能上百年也做不完，但在反应黑箱中可以快速自动进行。同时，这是一种集现实反应与数字模拟一体化的设备，当合成进行到一定程度时，计算机会根据反应的阶段性结果建立起合成反应的数字模型，将剩下的反应进程用数字模拟代替，大大提高了实验效率。
Before entering the main lab at the Nanotechnology Research Center, Wang took off his sunglasses. Even so, his colleagues noticed his apparent mental state and gave him concerned looks.
汪淼走进纳米中心的主体实验室，进门之前没忘记把墨镜摘下来，尽管这样，遇见他的同事都对他的精神状态露出担心的神色。
When the lab director saw Wang, he hurried over and began to report a series of malfunctions with the main reaction chamber — a recent ritual whenever Wang arrived at work. By now the main reaction chamber had been in continuous operation for more than a year, and many sensors had lost sensitivity, resulting in measurement errors that required shutting down the apparatus for maintenance. But as the lead scientist on the project, Wang insisted that the machine would not be shut down until the third set of molecular combinations was finished. The technicians had no choice but to jury-rig more and more kludges onto the main reaction chamber to compensate. And now those kludges required their own kludges, a state of affairs that exhausted the project staff.
实验主任见到汪淼后，急匆匆走过来，开始汇报反应黑箱刚出现的一系列故障。这是近来汪淼上班就遇到的事。现在，反应黑箱连续运行了一年多，许多传感器灵敏度下降，误差增大，急需停机维护。但身为项目首席科学家的汗淼坚持做完第三批合成组合再停机，工程师们只好在反应黑箱上加入越来越多的补偿修正装置，到现在这些装置本身也需要补偿修正，搞得整个项目组疲惫不堪。
But the lab director carefully avoided the topic of shutting down the machine and temporarily halting the experiment, as he knew that such discussions tended to enrage Wang Miao. He just laid out the difficulties before Wang, though his unspoken desire was clear.
但主任小心翼翼地没提停机和暂停试验的事，怕汗淼又像上几次那样大发雷霆。他只是把困难都摆出来，意思也很明白。
Just stop. Try it. Shen’s words came to Wang.
停下来试试。汪淼脑海中突然响起申玉菲的话。
1174:21:11, 1174:21:10, 1174:21:09, 1174:21:08…
1174：21：11、ll74：2l：10、ll74：21：09、ll74：2l：08……
The lab director stared at him in disbelief, but soon he was excited again, as if afraid to lose this opportunity. He picked up the phone and issued the order to stop the reaction. All the exhausted researchers and technicians grew excited, too. They immediately began the procedures to shut down the main reaction chamber, flipping a hundred complex switches. The various control screens became dark one after another, until finally, the main screen reflected the main reaction chamber’s halted status.
主任像不认识似的看着汪淼，但旋即恢复了兴奋状态，好像生怕失掉这个机会似的。他拿起电话下了停机命令，项目组里那些疲惫的研究员和工程师一下子都兴奋起来，开始按程序扳动上百个复杂的开关，众多的监控屏一个接一个地黑了下来，最后，主监控屏上显示了停机状态。
“Four or five days.” Now that the lab director saw a ray of hope, he quickly added, “If we work fast, it will take only three days. I guarantee it, Chief Wang!”
“四五天吧，”实验主任突然看到了希望，赶紧加一句，“快些干，三天就行，汪总，我保证！”
“How long would it take to completely overhaul the sensors?” Wang asked.
“全面更新外围传感系统需要多长时间？”他问。
Engineers rushed around the main reaction chamber like doctors around a critical patient, trying to keep it going for a little longer. In front of the whole scene, the countdown appeared.
汪淼抬头看看反应黑箱，觉得它像一个子宫，工程师们正围着它忙碌，艰难地维持着正常的运行。在这场景前面，叠现着幽灵倒计时。
I’m not giving in, Wang thought. The equipment really needs maintenance, so the experiment must be temporarily stopped. This has nothing to do with anything else. He turned to the lab director and focused on him through the hovering countdown. “Shut down the experiment and perform the maintenance. Follow the schedule you gave me.”
我并没有屈服，设备确实需要维修，因而试验必须暂停，与别的无关。汪淼在心里对自己说，然后转向主任，透过倒计时的数字看着他，“把试验停下来吧，停机维修，就照你说的时间表。”
“You can stop it right now.”
“现在就停吧。”
“Absolutely, Chief Wang. I’ll give you an updated schedule right away. We can stop the reaction this afternoon!”
“好的汪总，我会很快给你一份更新方案，下午就能停机了！”主任兴奋地说。
“Chief Wang, you’re tired, too. Chief Engineer Zhang can take care of things here. Why don’t you go home and rest as well?”
“汪总，你也太累了，这里有张总工程师盯着，你也回家好好休息一下吧。”
He turned to the lab director. “System maintenance is the responsibility of the Equipment Division. Why don’t all of you in the research group take a break for a few days? I know everyone’s been working hard.”
他对实验主任说：“系统更新是设备部的事，你们实验组的人好好休息几天吧，这一阵大家都辛苦了。”
As the world reemerged, free of the ghostly numbers, Wang let out a long breath, as though he had just struggled up from underwater. He sat down, drained, and realized that others were still watching him.
当没有幽灵倒计时覆盖的现实重现眼前时，汪淼长出了一口气，像刚从水底挣扎出来一样。他无力地坐下，很快意识到旁边还有人在看着他。
Almost simultaneously, the countdown before Wang’s eyes also stopped. The final number was 1174:10:07. A few seconds later, the numbers flickered and disappeared.
几乎与此同时，汪淼眼前的倒计时停止了走动，数字固定为1l74：10：07。 几秒钟后，数字闪动了几下，消失了。
“Who or what is behind this?” Wang asked. He tried to make his voice calm, but failed.
“你们背后是什么？”汪淼问，尽量使自己的声音冷静一些，但没有做到。
“Yes, I am tired,” Wang said. After the lab director left, he picked up the phone and dialed Shen Yufei’s number. She picked up after one ring.
“是啊，太累了。”汪淼无力地说，待他离开后，拿起电话，拨了申玉菲的号码，只响了一声铃她就接了。
Silence.
沉默。
“What will happen at the end of the countdown?”
“倒计时的尽头是什么？”
More silence.
沉默。
“Are you listening?”
“你在听吗？”
“Why nanomaterials? This is not a particle accelerator. It’s just applied research. Is it worth your attention?”
“高强度纳米材料怎么了？这不是高能加速器，只是一项应用研究，值得这样关注么？”
“Whether something is worth the attention is not for us to decide.”
“什么值得关注，不应由我们来判断。”
“Yes.”
“在。”
“That’s enough!” Wang shouted into the phone. The terror and desperation of the last few days suddenly turned into uncontrollable rage. “Do you think these cheap tricks can fool me? Can stop technological progress? I admit that I can’t, for now, explain how you’re doing it. But that’s only because I haven’t been able to peek behind the curtain of your shameful illusionist.”
“够了！”汪淼大吼一声，心中的恐惧和绝望突然化为疯狂的怒气， “你们以为这点小魔术就能骗得了我？就能阻止技术进步！？我承认一时无法做出技术上的解释，但那是因为我还没有绕到那个可耻魔术师的背后！”
“You’re saying you want to see the countdown on an even greater scale?”
“你的意思，是想在更大的尺度上看到倒计时？”
Shen’s question stunned Wang for a moment. He forced himself to be calm so he wouldn’t fall into a trap. “Put away your set of tricks. So what if you show it at a bigger scale? It’s still only an illusion. You can project a hologram into the sky, like what NATO did during the last war. With a powerful enough laser you can project an image onto the surface of the moon! The shooter and the farmer should be able to manipulate matters at a scale that humans cannot. For example, can you make the countdown appear on the surface of the sun?” Wang’s mouth hung open. He had shocked himself with his own words. Unconsciously, he had named the two hypotheses that he ought to have avoided. He felt on the verge of falling into the same mental trap that had claimed the other victims.
申玉菲的话让汪淼愣了一下，他对这个问题没有准备，于是强迫自己冷静下来，以免落人圈套。“收起你那套把戏吧。大尺度又怎么样，你们同样可以玩魔术！可以向天空投映全息图像，就像上一次战争中北约做的那样，强力激光甚至可以将图像映满整个月球表面！射手和农场主应该能够玩弄人类力不能及的更大尺度，比如，倒计时能够显示到太阳表面吗？”话刚说完，汪淼吃惊地张大了嘴，他竟在下意识中说出了那两个这时应十分忌讳的名词，还好，没有说出更忌讳的那个。
“The question is whether you can take it,” Shen said. “We’re friends. I want to help you avoid Yang Dong’s fate.”
“问题是你能承受得了吗？我们是朋友，我想帮你，别走杨冬的路。”
The mention of Yang’s name made Wang shudder. But another surge of anger made him reckless. “Will you take up my challenge?”
听到这个名字，汪淼不由打了个寒战，但随之而来的愤怒又使他不顾一切了：“能接受这个挑战吗？”
Trying to seize the initiative, he continued, “I can’t anticipate all your tricks, but even with the sun, perhaps your despicable illusionist can still somehow make the deception seem real. To give a demonstration that will really be convincing, you have to display it at an even larger scale.”
他想争取更多的主动性，于是接着说，“考虑到某种我还没想到的可能性，即使在太阳的尺度上，你们那个可耻魔术师仍有可能耍魔术，那种力量要真正令人信服，显示的尺度还需更大些。”
“Of course.”
“能。”
“What are you going to do?”
“你想怎么样？”汪淼的声音变得无力了。
“During the next two days, please find a place where you can observe the cosmic microwave background. For specifics, please check the e-mail I’ll send you.”
“在以后的两天内，设法找到一个能够观测宇宙背景辐射的地方。具体的请看我随后发给你的电子邮件。”
“Do you have a computer connected to the Internet? Okay, enter the following Web address: http://www. qsl. net/bg3tt/zl/mesdm. htm. You got it open? Now, print it out and keep it with you.”
“你旁边有上网的电脑吗？好，进这个网址：http：//www.qsl.net/bg3tt/zl/mesdm.htm，打开了吗？把网页打印出来，随身带着。”
Wang saw that the page was nothing more than a Morse code chart.
汪淼看到网页上显示的只是一张莫尔斯电码对照表。
“I don’t understand. This –“
“我不明白，这是……”
“What… are you going to do?”
“这是……干什么呢？”
“Of course. Three days from now.”
“当然，三天以后。”
“I know that your nanomaterial project has been stopped. Do you plan on restarting it?”
“我知道纳米研究项目已经停了，你打算重新启动它吗？”
“Then the countdown will continue.”
“那倒计时将继续。”
“At what scale will I see it?”
“我将在什么尺度上看到它？”
A long silence followed. This woman, who was acting as the spokesperson for some force beyond human understanding, blocked every exit Wang had.
沉默良久，这个为某种超出人类理解力的力量代言的女人，冷酷地封死了汪淼的一切出路。
“Three days from now — that’s the fourteenth — between one and five in the morning, the entire universe will flicker for you.”
“三天后，也就是十四日，在凌晨一点钟至五点钟，整个宇宙将为你闪烁。”
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