38 Hide!

38 "Hide!" "This way!" yelled Josephine. Rockwell and 72 followed her as she ran down the stairs and out of the tower. "PLAY YOUR LITTLE GAMES IF YOU WANT TO," said the tinny voice blaring from the speakers. "BUT YOU SHOULD BE AWARE OF THE FACT THAT I CAN PLAY GAMES TOO. AND THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVOURITES. IT'S CALLED... PERSUASION." "Persuasion?" shouted a breathless Rockwell as they all dashed towards the crayon fence. "What the heck are they talking about?" RAZERS 19 AND 33, CHOOSE," continued 67. "Choose what?" said a confused Rockwell to 72.

38 “躲起来！” “这边走！”约瑟芬喊道。 洛克威尔和72跟着她跑下楼梯，走出了高塔。 “尽管玩你们的小游戏 想玩就尽管玩”，扬声器里传出尖锐的声音说道。 “但你们要清楚，我也会玩游戏。 这可是我最喜欢玩的游戏之一。 它叫做……劝诱。” “劝诱？”洛克威尔跑得气喘吁吁，在众人冲向蜡笔栅栏时大喊道。 “他们到底在说些什么啊？” “19号和33号剃刀，做出选择”，67继续说道。 “选择什么？”洛克威尔一脸困惑地问72。

"Apologies. I am unable to provide an answer for you," replied the robot, politely. Then, just before they got to the opening in the fence, Josephine stopped so suddenly that Rockwell ran right into the back of her and fell over. "What the—!" he exclaimed, standing up and dusting himself down. "Shh," she whispered. "Something's happening." All three of them watched as the RAZERs closest to the gateway started to move. In unison, they turned one hundred and eighty degrees to face away from the lake. Then they slowly started to glide towards the opening... straight towards Josephine, Rockwell and 72! "Quick," said Rockwell, urgently. "We need to hide!"

“抱歉。 我没法回答你的问题”，机器人礼貌地答道。 接着，就在他们快要跑到栅栏开口处的时候，约瑟芬猛地停步，洛克威尔没刹住，直直撞到她后背摔了一跤。 “搞什——！” 他叫了一声，站起身拍掉身上的灰。 “嘘，”她轻声说。 “有动静。” 三个人一齐望去，离出口最近的剃刀开始动了起来。 它们步调一致地转了一百八十度，转过身背对湖泊。 接着它们慢慢朝着开口滑过来……直直冲向约瑟芬、洛克威尔和72！ “快，”洛克威尔急切地说。 “我们得赶紧躲起来！”

"Yes, but... where?" asked Josephine, looking at the wide, featureless expanse of concrete they were currently standing on. "I've got an idea," replied Rockwell. "This way!" He ran over to a pile of discarded paint tins left over from the fence's recent technicolour refurbishment. He started to pick them up, one by one, and shake them. "Yes!" he said when he got to the third tin. "This one's almost full!" He prised the lid off and lifted the tin high above his head. "Er, what are you doing?" asked Josephine. "Lord knows I'm no Marcel Duchamp," Rockwell said, "but I think it's time we made a little art installation of our own.

“是啊，可是……躲哪儿呢？”约瑟芬边问边看着他们脚下这片宽广空旷、毫无遮蔽的水泥地。 “我有个主意，”洛克威尔答道。 “这边走！” 他跑到一堆丢弃的油漆桶旁，这些桶是栅栏翻新刷彩漆剩下的。 他开始把桶一个个拿起来摇晃。 “对了！” 拿到第三个桶的时候，他开口说道。 “这个差不多还是满的！” 他撬开桶盖，把油漆桶高高举过头顶。 “呃，你这是要干嘛？”约瑟芬问道。 “我知道我可不是马塞尔·杜尚，”洛克威尔说，“不过我觉得咱们该做个属于咱们自己的小装置艺术了。”