Chapter 7

chapter seven As I'm dragged through the rip-tear, I half-expect to see something like that cockpit view of the Millennium Falcon blasting into hyperspeed—a million tiny pinpricks of light all suddenly stretching into infinity. But I don't. And to my happy surprise, I don't see the tentacle either—it's vanished. What I do see is so much worse. I see myself, tumbling through cosmic nothingness. It's like I'm watching myself on-screen in real time. This out-of-body weirdness turns into an out-of-body nightmare as, from my disembodied view, I see my arms and my legs and my torso begin to stretch...

当我被拖着穿过撕裂的缝隙时，我有点期待看到像千年隼号座舱里的景象一样的东西，那是一种高速爆炸的景象——一百万个小光点突然延伸到无限远处。 但我没有。令我惊喜的是，我也没有看到触角——它消失了。 我看到的更糟糕。 我看见我自己，在宇宙的虚无中翻滚。 就像我在屏幕上实时看到自己一样。 这种灵魂出窍的怪异变成了一场灵魂出窍的噩梦，因为从我脱离肉体的视角来看，我看到我的手臂、腿和躯干开始伸展……

You know when you chew up a huge wad of bubble gum, grab it, and stretch to see how far it can go? Well, it turns out that me and gum have more in common than I thought, 'cause that's what's happening. Finally, when my noodle-y limbs can stretch no farther, I watch my body explode into pieces. I want to reach into this tornado and grab every piece of ME I can. It's like that carnival game where some sucker stands in a glass booth while cash whirls around them, trying to grab as much as they can in thirty seconds. Only here? I'm the sucker and I'm the cash. I can't grab anything, because my arms are out there, floating

你知道当你嚼着一大团泡泡糖时，抓住它，伸展一下，看看它能走多远吗？ 事实证明，我和口香糖的共同点比我想象的要多，因为事实就是这样。 最后，当我的面条般的四肢无法再伸展时，我看着我的身体爆炸成碎片。 我想进入这场龙卷风，尽可能地抓住我的每一块碎片。 这就像一个嘉年华游戏，一些傻瓜站在一个玻璃摊位上，现金在他们周围旋转，试图在30秒内尽可能多地抓住他们。 只有吗?我是笨蛋，我是现金。 我抓不到任何东西，因为我的手臂在外面，漂浮着

around in the abyss. But if every part of me is in pieces, how am I even thinking right now? How am I conscious? Am I conscious? WHAT DOES ALL OF THIS MEAN? I can feel my brain-scrambling panic spike, and then my mind, mercifully, seems to shut down. It can't handle what's happening right now—and so it won't. Instead, I find myself thinking about what I saw moments before... Quint's face, just before I stepped through the rip- tear. My best friend—the first real friend I ever had— watching me walk into the unknown.

在深渊中徘徊。但如果我身体的每一部分都碎了，我现在还能怎么思考？ 我是怎么意识到的？我有意识吗？ 这一切意味着什么？ 我能感觉到我的大脑混乱的恐慌，然后我的大脑，幸运的是，似乎关闭了。 它不能处理现在发生的事情，所以也不会。 相反，我发现自己在想我刚才看到的…… 昆特的脸，就在我跨过那道裂缝之前。 我最好的朋友——我第一个真正的朋友——看着我走向未知。

I wonder if that's the last time I'll ever see him. I wonder if that's the last time I'll ever see anything. A faint, distant voice causes my eyelids to snap open, like window shades yanked too hard. Which means: woo-hoo, I have eyelids! And my other body parts, too! I'm in free fall, tumbling though cosmic nothingness, toward a pinprick of light that's rapidly growing as I plummet toward it. I hear the voice again. It's calling, "I got him! I got him!" Suddenly, an explosion of colors and then... FLOOP! I'm in... a net. I kick and thrash in confusion. My hands thrust out, pawing at the netting, pulling myself upright. And then I see... Wait. What??

我在想这是不是我最后一次见到他。 我在想这是不是我最后一次看到什么。 一个微弱而遥远的声音使我的眼皮猛地张开，就像窗帘被用力拉得太猛。 这意味着：哇，我有眼皮了！还有我身体的其他部位！我在自由落体，在宇宙的虚无中翻滚，朝着一束光的方向坠落，而这束光在我坠落的同时也在迅速增长。 我又听到了那个声音。它在喊：“我抓到他了！”我抓到他了！”突然，色彩爆发，然后…… 软区!我在……净。我乱踢乱踢。 我伸出双手，抓着网，把自己拉直。 然后我看到……等待。什么? ?

Goon platoon? I DO Not LIKE THAT. You REFER TO Us As Gos. I dig it. The net splits, and I flop to the floor like a fifty- pound tuna. On the ol' scale of confusion, I'm somewhere around a billion. Less confused than when my body was bubble gum—but only barely. "It's OK. You're home, buddy," Dave says soothingly. "Now give us a hug." "This is not his home!" Peaches barks. "Home is where the hugs are," Dave says. "You're safe now."

呆子排?我不喜欢那样。 你们称我们为Gos。我喜欢。 网裂开了，我像一条50磅重的金枪鱼一样扑倒在地。 在混乱的规模上，我大约有10亿。 比起我的身体还是泡泡糖的时候，我没那么困惑了——但也只是勉强。 “这是好的。你回家了，伙计，”戴夫安慰地说。 “现在给我们一个拥抱。”“这不是他的家！”桃子吠叫。 “家就是拥抱的地方，”戴夫说。 “你现在安全了。”

"He is not safe," Peaches says. "Stop telling lies!" "I'm trying to ease him into this," Dave whispers. "Remember how scrambled our brains were after we got sucked through?" Peaches scowls. "Your brain is always scrambled, Dave." "What are you guys doing here?" I ask. My own words sound faint and distant, like I'm underwater. Great. On top of everything else, my ears are all plugged up. I try yawning. No luck. "We're here to rescue you," Cannonhead Johnson grunts. "Caught up to ya just in time." That's when I realize: we're moving. Everything is bucking and swaying. Wind stings my cheeks. A wet- dog odor comes from somewhere. I follow the smell to the trembling deck beneath my feet. "Mamooph," Dave says, apparently indicating the creature we're riding. Suddenly, Cannonhead whirls, swinging a hunk of artillery the size of a refrigerator. "Strayfurs are back! TIME FOR MORE FUN!" he barks, lifting and firing the cannon. BOOM!

“他不安全，”桃子说。 “别说谎了！”“我正试着让他慢慢适应，”戴夫低声说。 “还记得我们被吸进去后脑子有多乱吗？”桃子皱眉。 “你的脑子总是乱糟糟的，戴夫。” “你们在这里做什么？”我问。 我自己的话听起来模糊而遥远，就像我在水下一样。 好了。最重要的是，我的耳朵都被堵住了。 我试着打哈欠。没有运气。“我们是来救你的，”大炮手约翰逊咕哝道。 “正好赶上你。” 这时我意识到：我们在移动。 一切都在摇摆。 风刺痛我的脸颊。一股湿狗的气味从某处传来。 我循着气味来到我脚下颤抖的甲板上。 “Mamooph，”Dave说，显然指的是我们骑着的动物。 突然，加农海德旋转起来，摇晃着一架冰箱大小的大炮。 “流浪动物回来了！”是时候玩了！”他咆哮着，举起并发射了大炮。 繁荣!