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【R&G】生死存亡章首故事,p144
« 于: 2019-10-16, 周三 12:48:18 »

看着AR显示屏上的温度数字下降,坐在他那温暖舒适的“MCT环境情报”极端环境帐篷,让协助开发高端温度调节系统的格兰特·寿(Grant Toshi)得意洋洋。终于走出了实验室,来到了实地,真是令人激动。虽然一开始他对利用宝贵假期时间做一些私人实地测试有些怀疑,但现在他已经真香了。

外面的风还在呼啸,他看着显示屏滑过零下30摄氏度,他脱掉最后一件外衣,真切地享受着帐篷内舒适的24摄氏度空气。他考虑了一下呼啸声,然后在 AR视觉拉起另一个窗口,记下了升级建议的笔记——该款机型的需要更好的消音效果。笔记上很快又出现了一些关于如何在不影响其他系统的情况下提升它的说明。

正当他在计算MCT新高级消音材料“寂静TM”的吸热方程式时,诗恩(Shiyonin)——他的代理程序——通知他刚刚收到了一条消息。

<穿上衣服,退出帐篷,离开这里。>没有辨识。也没有传输身份验证码。

寿思考他的选择。按照留言说的去做不是其中之一。他是在向导单君(Shan-jun)的帮助下才到达现在的位置的,他目前正在帮助另一名登山者处理他们一小时前接到的求救电话。没有向导他活不了多久,他自己也很清楚。寿认为最好的办法就是谈判。

他点击AR回复图标,开始在AR键盘上打字,<我明白你的意思,也不要争论或侮辱,但我不认为我可以退出……>

只听到啪的一声响,寿停止了打字。他立即感到一阵寒意在空气中弥漫,他抬头看到帐篷顶部附近有两个洞,随着狂风吹拂,两个洞越吹越大。寿点击语音操作命令进行输入,他一边抓起修理工具,一边开始讲剩下的信息,并赶紧去修补那些洞。

“……这个帐篷和生存,句号,我想另作安排,句号,你的意图是不是打算把这个帐篷给除了MCT以外的公司雇主,问号,结束信息,发送。”他的声音相对平静而单调,双手疯狂地将“密封印章TM”修复液喷在洞上。消息发出后不久,帐篷就重新封好了。

回复来得很快。

紧接着又是啪的一声,几乎是在一瞬间,一个又小又快的东西猛地穿过了他的肚子,然后从帐篷的另一边穿了出去。

寿懒得低头往下看;他知道自己中枪了。并没有他想象的那么痛苦。他的膝盖很快就瘫了下来,倒在他为了享受帐篷的温暖而丢弃的那堆衣服上。他试图坐起来,但发现腹部肌肉没有反应。他伸长脖子,看到子弹射进来的那干净的洞,看到一泊鲜血在帐篷出口的创伤上胡乱泼洒着。

从出口洞吹进来的冷风掠过他的脸庞,将他呼出的气化为了冷雾。刺骨的寒风冻结了他被撕碎的腹部。他终于低下头,看到蒸汽从他温暖的血液中升腾。血液冻结得很快,形成了一条冰冻绷带代替凝固来封住伤口。

冷静突然离他而去,取而代之的是恐慌和恐惧。“救命!”寿一遍又一遍地尖叫。他心里有一小部分承认,风的呼啸声比他受伤的尖叫声要嘹亮得多,而且随着他把冰冷的空气吸进肺里,尖叫声变得越来越轻,越来越微弱。

没过多久,帐篷里的空气让人呼吸困难,寿的意识边缘开始恍惚。

他记得,看见那帐篷被撩开出现的单君;他记得当他被拖到雪山边时凛冽的寒意;他记得体感完全失控,没有感觉的感觉;他记得雷鸣般的爆炸和雪崩,光芒、呼啸,营养舱中的暖意;他记得单君的脸,和他留下的,冰冷的死亡。



剧透 -   :
Watching the temperature numbers drop on the AR display while sitting in the cozy warmth of his MCT EnviroGen extreme environment tent made Grant Toshi beam with pride over the advanced temperature regulation systems he had helped to develop. It was thrilling to finally be out of the lab and in the field. Though he had some doubts in the beginning about using his precious vacation time to do some private field testing, he was past all that now.
As the wind outside continued to howl and he watched the display slide past –30° Celsius, he slipped off the last of his garments to truly enjoy the cozy 24° C air inside the spacious tent. He considered the howling and pulled up another window in the AR field to jot down notes for a proposed upgrade, a model with more sound dampening. That note was quickly followed by a few more notes on how to develop that without compromising the other systems.
He was in the middle of a heat absorption equation for MCT’s new Sairento™ advanced sound dampening material when Shiyonin, his agent program, informed him of a message he had just received.
<Get dressed, exit the tent, and walk away.> No signature. No transmission authentication code.
Toshi considered his options. Doing as the message said was not one of them. He had only reached his current location with the help of his guide, Shan-jun, who was currently assisting another climber on a distress call the pair had received about an hour earlier. He wouldn’t survive long without the guide, and he knew it. Toshi thought it best to simply negotiate.
He tapped the AR reply icon and began to type on the AR keypad. <I understand the nature of your message and don’t wish to argue or insult, but I do not think I can exit…>
At the sound of a pair of quick slapping pops, Toshi stopped typing. He felt a chill immediately start to fill the air and looked up to see two holes near the top of the tent, which were flapping and growing larger with the gusting wind. Toshi tapped the voice operation command for typing and began to speak the rest of the message as he grabbed the repair kit and hurried to work on the holes.
“… this tent and survive, period, I would like to make an alternate arrangement, period, is your intention to get this tent for a corporate employer other than MCT, question mark, end message, send.” His voice was relatively calm and monotone while his hands frantically sprayed the InstaSeal™ repair fluid over the holes. The tent was resealed only a moment after the message was sent.
The reply came quickly.
Another slapping pop was followed almost instantly by something small and fast slamming into, and through, his gut before proceeding out the other side of the tent.
Toshi didn’t bother to look down; he knew he’d been shot. It wasn’t as painful as he had always imagined it would be. His knees gave out quickly and he fell back onto the pile of clothes he had discarded to enjoy the warmth of the tent. He tried to sit up but found the muscles of his abdomen unresponsive. He craned his neck up and down and saw the clean hole where the bullet had come in and then the blood spattered mess around the tent’s exit wound.
The cold air blowing in from the exit hole passed over his face and turned his breath to an icy mist. A freezing wind iced his shredded abdomen. He finally looked down and saw the steam rising from his warm blood. The blood was freezing fast, and instead of coagulating to seal the wound, the blood was forming an icy bandage.
The calm suddenly left him, replaced by a rush of panic and fear. “Help!” Toshi screamed, again and again. A small part of his mind knew that the howling of the wind was much louder than his injury-hampered screams, and the screams grew quieter and less frequent with each breath of freezing air he drew into his lungs.
It wasn’t long before the air in the tent was painful to breathe and Toshi began to waver on the edge of consciousness.
He remembered seeing the tent open and Shan-jun appear. He remembered the frigid chill as he was dragged out onto the snowy mountainside. He remembered the feeling of not-feeling, the complete loss of physical sensation. He remembered the thunderous explosion and the avalanche. He remembered the light, the voices, the warmth of the nutrient tank. He remembered the face of Shan-jun and the icy death to which he was left.   
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