荒野机器人 · 2 The Wild Robot Escapes

70 THE MARCH THROUGH THE CITY

CHAPTER 70 THE MARCH THROUGH THE CITY The main hall of Center City Station was enormous. Wide columns stretched up to an arched ceiling. A huge electronic screen flickered with train schedules. The whole place was bustling with humans and robots, and everyone seemed to know exactly where they were going. Everyone except Roz. There was our robot, standing still in the station while commuters hurried past. She was trying to calculate her next move, and she had to think quickly. You see, a normal robot would never loiter there for long. Roz needed to do something, anything, and when a crew of ROZZUM robots marched past in single file, she could think of no better plan than to join the end of the line and pretend to be one of them. She followed the crew through a set of doors, and suddenly they were outside. The city was a blur of activity. Automobiles hummed down the streets. Robots marched along the sidewalks. Humans talked

第七十章穿过城市市中心车站的大厅很大。 宽大的柱子一直延伸到拱形的天花板。 一个巨大的电子屏幕上闪烁着火车时刻表。 整个地方都挤满了人和机器人,每个人似乎都很清楚自己要去哪里。 除了罗兹。我们的机器人一动不动地站在车站,而通勤者匆匆经过。 她在盘算下一步该怎么走,她必须迅速思考。 你看,一个正常的机器人是不会在那里逗留太久的。 罗兹需要做点什么,任何事情,当一群ROZZUM机器人排成一列纵队走过时,她想不出更好的计划,只好加入队伍的最后,假装自己是其中的一员。 她跟着机组人员穿过一扇门,突然他们就出来了。 这座城市一片混乱。 汽车嗡嗡地驶过街道。 机器人沿着人行道行进。 人类说话

and laughed and shouted. Buildings towered overhead, and above them, airships buzzed across the sky. Airships. For a moment, Roz was dreaming again about how easily she could get home with an airship. But reality came crashing back when a white triangular ship darted over. It was gone in an instant, disappearing behind the rooftops, but that was all it took for the robot's Survival Instincts to flare. Were the RECOs searching for Roz, or going about some other business? Roz tried to focus on her immediate surroundings.

又笑又叫。高楼耸立在头顶,飞艇在头顶上嗡嗡作响。 飞艇。有那么一会儿,罗兹又在做梦,想象着她坐着飞艇回家是多么容易。 但是当一艘白色的三角形船冲过来时,现实又回到了眼前。 它瞬间消失了,消失在屋顶后面,但这是机器人的生存本能爆发的全部时间。 侦察队是在找罗兹,还是在干别的事? 罗兹试图把注意力集中在她周围的环境上。

She was still marching behind that crew of robots. With each step, she grew more nervous that they'd notice her tagging along. She wanted to break away. And as they started weaving and shuffling through a crowd of tourists, Roz slowed and stopped, and the robot crew continued on without her. Now Roz was on her own, but she didn't know what to do or where to go. When in doubt, Brightbill had always guided her north. So our robot set off through the city in that direction. While marching northward, Roz passed beautiful boulevards and architecture and gardens and art. And yet she had to ignore it all. She had to act like a normal robot, and a normal robot would never wander the city admiring beautiful things. Wherever Roz looked she saw normal robots concentrating on their tasks and on nothing else. They ran errands, delivered food, swept sidewalks, cleaned windows, fixed machines, built glorious structures, and did more jobs than you can possibly imagine. Most walked on two legs, but some rolled on wheels, or slid up and down the sides of buildings on tracks. The city was a glittering modern metropolis, where humans lived in luxury, all thanks to the tireless work

她仍然跟在那群机器人后面。 每走一步,她都越来越紧张,生怕他们会注意到她跟在后面。 她想挣脱。当他们开始在一群游客中穿梭时,罗兹放慢了速度,停了下来,机器人工作人员继续前进,没有她。 现在罗兹独自一人,但她不知道该做什么,也不知道该去哪里。 当她心存疑虑时,布莱特比尔总是指引她向北走。 所以我们的机器人从那个方向出发穿过城市。 在向北行进时,罗兹经过了美丽的林荫大道、建筑、花园和艺术。 然而,她不得不忽略这一切。 她必须表现得像一个正常的机器人,而一个正常的机器人永远不会在城市里闲逛,欣赏美丽的事物。 无论罗兹看向哪里,她都看到正常的机器人专注于自己的任务,而不是其他事情。 他们跑腿,送食物,扫人行道,擦窗户,修理机器,建造辉煌的建筑,做的工作比你想象的要多。 大多数人用两条腿走路,但也有一些人在轮子上滚动,或者在轨道上的建筑物侧面滑上滑下。 这座城市是一座闪闪发光的现代化大都市,人们生活在奢华之中,这一切都要归功于不知疲倦的工作

of robots. Roz was marching when the sunlight faded and the city lights brightened. She was marching when the humans went in for the night and the robots continued to work. She was marching when the sun came up and the humans filtered out of their buildings. A new day began in the city, and there was Roz, marching north, blending in, anxiously hoping her son would appear.

的机器人。当阳光渐暗,城市灯火渐亮时,罗兹正在行军。 当人类进入夜晚,机器人继续工作时,她正在行军。 太阳出来的时候,她正在行军,人类从他们的建筑物里出来了。 城市里新的一天开始了,罗兹向北行进,融入其中,焦急地期待着儿子的出现。

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