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A Gatchaman Fanfic by Ennien Ashbrook / ³Q Ennien Ashbrook ªº Gatchaman Fanfic
She was never there when you needed her. Or rather, when you *thought*
you needed her, he corrected himself. If it wasn't something that only
she could accomplish, you had to find someone else. / ·í§A»Ýn¤F¦oªº®ÉÔ¡A¦o±q¤£¦b¨º¸Ì¡C
©Î¹ç¥i, ¦ó®É§A *·Qªk*§A»Ýn¤F¦o,¥L§ï¥¿¤F¥L¦Û¤v¡C ¦pªG¥¦¤£¬O¬Y¨Æ¡A¤£¹L¦o¥i¥H§¹¦¨, §A¥²¶·µo²{¨ä¥L¤H¡C
She was also never at her desk; again, unless you really needed her. She
had missed her cue this time though, he thought, looking around the bullpen.
The system had crashed yet again, corrupting half of the files Intelligence
had gathered. No one else had the same ability to reconstruct a damaged
file; coaxing, stroking, manipulating the bytes back together into a semblance
of order, recreating the data that had been so painstakingly gathered.
/ ¦o¤]±q¤£¦b¦oªº®Ñ®à; ¦A¤@¦¸¡A°£«D§A¯uªº»Ýn¤F¦o¡C ¦o³o¦¸¤w¸gÁöµM¿ù¹L¦oªº¶}ºÝ,¥L·Q,¥|³B¬Ý¬Ý¤ûÄæ¡C ¨t²Î¤w¸g¦A¤@¦¸¤´µM¼Y·´,¨Ï¤@¥bªºÀÉ®×´¼¤O»GÄê¤w¸g»E¶°¡C
¨S¦³¤H§Oªº¦³¤F¬Û¦Pªº¯à¤O««Ø¤@Ó³Q·lÃaªºÀÉ®×; «¡¡A¦E§À¼Õ¡A¶i¤J¤@Ó¦¸§Çªº¥~Æ[¤§¤º¤@°_§â¦ì¤¸²Õ¾ÞÁa¦^¨Ó¡A¦A³Ð³y¤w¸g¦p¦¹ªº¨¯W³Q»E¶°ªº¸ê®Æ¡C
He looked back at the desk and jumped out of his skin. She sat there,
looking up at him with a sardonic grin. / ¥L¦^¬Ý®Ñ®à¦Ó¥B¸õÅDÂ÷¥Lªº¥Ö½§¡C ¦o¦b¨º¸Ì§¤, ¬Ý¦b¥L¥H¼J¯ºªºÅS¾¦¯º¤W±¡C
"Looking for me, Katze-sama?" As usual, she seemed to drop the
'ze', leaving only 'Cat-sama'. / "§ä´M§Ú,Katze-sama"? ¹³©¹±`¤@¼Ë¡A¦o¦ü¥G°§C
'ze', Â÷¶}¥u¦³ '¿ß - sama'.
"How do you do that??" he shouted. She grinned wider, "I
had a good teacher." / "§A¦p¦ó°µ¨º??"¥L©I³Û¡C ¦oÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¤ñ¸û¼eªº,"§Ú¦³¤F¤@¦ì¦n¦Ñ®v"
¡C
He ignored that. Explaining the problem at hand was much more important
than discovering her methods (and reasons!) for her dis/appearing acts.
She listened, looked, silent as ever. She wasn't much for talking. Finally
she nodded. / ¥L©¿²¤¤F¨º¡C ¸ÑÄÀ°ÝÃD¦b¤âÃä¤ñµo²{¦oªº¤èªk§ó«n«Ü¦h ( ©M²z¥Ñ!) ¹ï©ó¦oªº dis/¥X²{¦æ¬°¡C ¦oÅ¥,¬Ý,
¨HÀqªº·í°µ´¿¸g¡C ¦o¹ïÁ¿¸Ü¤£¬O«Ü¦hªº¡C ³Ì«á¦oÂIÀY¡C
He could leave now; she would take care of it. If she couldn't, then it
couldn't be done. While she was at it, she'd added, she'd check out the
hardware on the mainframe, find out why it was crashing so often. Then
she turned her back to him, shutting him out as effectively as she shut
out the rest of the world. / ¥L²{¦b¥i¥HÂ÷¶}; ¦o±N·|·ÓÅU¥¦¡C ¦pªG¦oµLªk,µM«á¥¦µLªk³Q°µ¡C ¦o¬O¦b¥¦¡A¤£¹L¦o¦³¼W¥[,¦o±N·|Àˬd¦b¹q¸£¥D¾÷¤WªºµwÅé,
µo²{¦b¥~¥¦¬°¤°»ò¥¿¦b¼²¸H¦p¦¹ªº®É±`¡C µM«á¦o±N¦oªºI³¡Âà¦V¥L,¹³¦oÃö¤W¥X¥@¬Éªº¨ä¥¦³¡¤À¤@¼Ëªº¦³®Ä¦aÃö¤W¥X¥L¡C
Ci\rean Mo\rag Mharagorm. She had been of fairly low rank in / Ci\¦A
Mo\Ù^Ùg Mharagorm¡C ¦o¤w¸g¬O«D±`§Cªº±Æ¦W¦b
Intelligence, until she caught Berg Katze's attention. Ironically, that
was what she had least wanted to do, since she had treated the Galactor
leader with the same chill aura of distrust with which she faced everyone.
Katze smiled, remembering how he had first encountered her. / ´¼¤O, ª½¨ì¦o¤Þ°_¤F¦B¤s
Katze's ªºª`·N¡C ¿Ø¨ë¦a¡A¨º¬O¦o©Ò¤w¸g³Q³Ì¨S¦³·Qn°µªº, ¦Û±q¦o¤w¸g¥Î¦o±¹ï¤F¨CÓ¤Hªº¤£«H¥ôªº¬Û¦P´H§N®ð¨ý¹ï«Ý Galactor »â³S¤§«á¡C
Katze ·L¯º, °O±o¥L¦p¦ó¤w¸g³Qº¥ý¹J¨ì¦o¡C
He had been touring one of the smaller installations, truly astounded
by the level of sheer incompetance demonstrated by this base, its commander,
and its staff. He was beginning to be afraid he might have to have them
all eliminated. / ¥L¤w¸g¹CÄý¸û¤pªº¦w¸Ë¤§¤@, ³Q³Q³o¤@Ó°ò¦¡A¥¦ªº«ü´§©x , ©M¥¦ªºÂ¾û¥Ü½dªºµ´¹ï incompetance
ªº¤ô·Ç¯u¹ê¦aÅåÀb¡C ¥L¥¿¦b¶}©l«Ü®`©È¥L¥i¯à¥²¶·¦³¥þ³¡³Q°£¥hªº¥LÌ¡C
The commander led him into the telecommunications building, where the
nexus of the base's computer network lay. They passed into the bullpen
area, where the programmers and techs were hard at work. / «ü´§©x¤Þ¾É¥L¶i¹q¸£ºô¸ô©ñ¸mªº°ò¦³sµ²ªº¹q¶Çµø°T«Ø¿vª«¡C
¥L̳q¹L¶i¤J¹q¸£µ{¦¡³]p®v©M¬ì§Þ¦b¤u§@¤¤¬OÃøªº¤ûÄæ°Ï°ì¡C
"Ohayo gozaimasu, taicho-sama!" cried a voice. Several others
took up the call, "Ohayo gozaimasu!" "Ohayo gozaimasu!"
"Ohayo gofuckyourself..." / "Ohayo gozaimasu,taicho-sama"!
¤@ºØÁnµú¡C ¤@¨Ç¨ä¥¦µÛ¤â¶i¦æ©I¥s,"Ohayo gozaimasu"! "Ohayo gozaimasu"!
"Ohayo gofuckyourself¡C¡C¡C"
Katze looked 'round in surprise. That last had been muttered, / Katze
¬Ý '·N¥~ªº¦^¦X¡C ¨º³Ì«á¤w¸g³Q³ä³ä¦Û»y,
English following the Japanese, by a female voice from the rear of the
bullpen. He glanced back at the taicho, amused by the man's obvious discomfiture.
The man misinterpreted Katze's glance, and began to name off the people
present. / ¦b¤é¥»¤H¤§«áªº^°ê¤H,Âǵۤ@¦ì¤k©Ê±q¤ûÄ檺«á±«Åz¡C ¥L¦V«á¦a¦b taicho ¿h°{, ´r§ÖªºÂǵۨk¤Hªº©úÅã discomfiture¡C
¨k¤H»~¸Ñ¤F Katze's ªº¤@¿h, ¦Ó¥B¶}©l¨«¶}©R¦W¤H§ª«¡C
"..Yamado-san to Maragoramu-san to.." He was cut off by a screech
of rage; the woman at the back of the bullpen, again. Katze watched as
the black-haired female stalked up the walkway, bizarre cape billowing,
to stand glaring before the commander. She barely reached the clasp of
Katze's cloak. / ".¡CYamado-¹ï Maragoramu ªº san- san ¨ì¡C¡C"¥L³Q¤@Ó¼««ãªº¦yÁn³Û¥s¤ÁÂ_¤F;
¦b¤ûÄ檺I±¤k¤H,¦A¤@¦¸¡C ·í¶Â¦âÀY¾vªº¤k©Ê¦b¨«¹D¡A©_²§ªºÌa¬¤´é¤W±®¨®¨¾aªñªº®ÉÔ¡A Katze ¬Ý, ¦b«ü´§©x¤§«e¯¸°{Ä£¡C ¦o´X¥G¨ì¹F¤F
Katze's ªº¤æ½´³§¤l¡C
"Ore wa, bean Mharagorm da!!" the little woman corrected vehemently.
/ "Äq¥Û wa,¨§¤l Mharagorm da!!"¤p¤k¤H¿E¯P¦a§ï¥¿¡C
Katze's lip twitched, a half-smile forming. "'S e ban-Gha\idheal
a th'annad, an e?" he asked. The woman made a bizarre expression
that reminded Katze of a cat setting its ears back in surprise. He'd heard
that the Gaels were an unusual people; he was most interested in meeting
one in person. The little woman nodded. / Katze's ªº®B²r©Ô,¤@Ó¤@¥b- ·L¯ºªº§Î¦¨¡C "'S
e ¸T¤î-Gha\ idheal th'annad,e"? ¥L°Ý¡C ¤k¤H§@¤F´£¿ô¤F¤@°¦¦b·N¥~¤¤§â¥¦ªº¦Õ¦·³]©w¦^¨Ó ªº¿ß Katze
ªº©_²§ªí¹F¡C ¥L¦³Å¥¨ì¤F»\º¸¤H¬O¤£´M±`ªº¤H; ¥L¦b¤H¤¤³Ì·P¿³½ì·|ij¤@¡C ¤p¤k¤HÂIÀY¡C
"'S e. Tha Ga\idhlig agaibh. Hmm." / "'S e¡C Tha Ga\idhlig
agaibh¡C Hmm¡C"
"You're speaking Japanese like a man," Katze informed her in
her own language. Her response caused his eyebrows to rise, unseen. /
"§A¥¿¦b»¡¡A¤é¥»»y³ßÅw¤@Ó¨k¤H",Katze ¥H¦o¦Û¤vªº»y¨¥§iª¾¤F¦o¡C ¦oªº¦^À³¾ÉP¥Lªº¬Ü¤ò¤W¤É,¥¼¨£¹Lªº¡C
"Tha fios 'am. Chan eil meas air na fir seo airson boireannachan."
No indeed, Galactor men had little respect for women; / " Tha fios'¬O¡C
Chan eil meas ¼½¬M na ¼×¾ð seo airson boireannachan ¡C" ¨S¦³ªº½T¡A Galactor
¨k¤H¬°¤k¤H¤Ö¦³·q·N;
Katze had long chafed under their ridiculous prejudices. / Katze ¤w¸g³Q¤[¥Ñ©ó¥L̪º¯îÂÕ°¾¨£¦Ó´o«ã¡C
The base commander interrupted them, sternly telling the diminutive Gael
to return to her work, not to presume to speak to / ´c¦Hªº«ü´§©x¥´Â_¤F¥LÌ, ÄY®æ¦a§i¶D¤pªº»\º¸¤H¦^¨ì¦oªº¤u§@,¤£n°²©w»¡¸Ü
Katze-sama as though she were an equal. Katze turned to glare at the incompetant
fool, noting out of the corner of his eye that the woman herself had also
turned to stare. If nitrogen had a face, Katze thought, it might wear
an expression like that. Evidently she felt the pot was calling the kettle
black. She spun on her heel, however, and stalked back to her desk. Katze
followed, more to spite the commander, but very shortly he realized how
good of an idea this had been. / Katze- sama ¦n¹³¦o¬O¹ï¤â¡C Katze ·Ç³Æ¦b incompetant
·M¤Hµo¯t¥ú,ª`·NÂ÷¥Lªº²´·ú¨¤¸¨¤k¤H¦o¦Û¤v¤]¤w¸g·Ç³Æª`µø¡C ¦pªG´á¦³¤F¤@ÓÁy,Katze ·Q,¥¦¥i¯àÀ¹¹³¨º¤@¼Ëªºªí¹F¡C ©úÅã¦a¦o·Pı³ý¥¿¦b©I¥s¯ù³ý¶Â¦â¡C
µM¦Ó,¦o¦b¦oªº¸}«á¸ò¤W§Ö³t±ÛÂà, ¦Ó¥B¦V«á¦a®¨®¨¾aªñ¨ì¦oªº®Ñ®à¡C Katze ¸òÀH, §ó¦h¬G·N¤NÃø«ü´§©x,¦ý¬O«Ü§Ö¦a¥L¤F¸Ñ¤@Ó·Qªk³o¤w¬O¦h»òªº¦n¡C
She was *terribly* efficient, considerably moreso than anybody else in
this base. Katze began to think he had stumbled across the one diamond
in this heap of rhinestones as he watched her furiously debugging a program.
He stood silently behind her, watching with great interest. Finally, he
turned and decked the base commander, for daring to presume to know Katze-sama's
equals. / ¦o¬O *¥i©È¦a*¦³®Ä²vªº, «D±`¦a moreso ¤ñ¸û¨ä¥L¥ô¦ó¤H¦b³o¤@Ó°ò¦¤¤¡C Katze ¶}©l»{¬°¡A·í¥L¬Ý¤F¦o¨g¼É¦a°£¿ù¤@Ópµeªº®ÉÔ¡A¥L¤w¸g°¸µMµo²{µÜ¯ô¥Ûªº³o°ï¤@ÓÆp¥Û¡C
¥L¦b¦o«á±ÀqÀq¦a¯¸¥ß,¥H´Îªº¿³½ì¬Ý¡C ³Ì«á¡A¥LÂà¦V¨Ã¥B¸Ë¹¢´c¦Hªº«ü´§©x, ¬°¤jÁxªº°²©w»{ÃÑ Katze- sama's ªº¹ï¤â¡C
Within a short time, Katze had pulled every bit of information / ¦bµu®É¶¡¤º¡A³Q¦³ªº
Katze ©Ô¤F¨C¤@ÂIÂIªº¸ê®Æ
Galactor had been able to glean about the woman. There was precious little:
She was a Gael from the Maragorm clan of Alba and evidently held rank
there, as her plaid was slightly different from that worn by the other
Maragorm Galactors. She was an unfriendly person on the surface; cold,
distant, unassuming. She made it plain that she did not *fear* Galactor's
leader, but when she brazenly turned her back to him, he was the only
one who recognised it as a gesture of respect. She was brazen, anti-social,
creatively rude and so terribly amusing that Katze found himself talking
to her more and more. / Galactor ¤w¸g¯à°÷Ãö©ó¤k¤H¬B¸¨ÁJ¡C ¦³Ä_¶Qªº¤@ÂIÂI: ¦o¬O¨Ó¦Û Alba ªº Maragorm
¤ó±Úªº¤@Ó»\º¸¤H¨Ã¥B©úÅã¦a¦b¨º¸Ì®³µÛ±Æ¦W,¦p¦P¦oªº®æ¤lªá©O©ÜªÓÂǵۥt¤@Ó Maragorm Galactors ¨Ç·L¦a¤£¦P©ó¨ºÀ¹¤@¼Ë¡C ¦o¬O¦bªí±¤Wªº¤@¤£¤Íµ½¦a¤H;
´H§Nªº¡M»·¡M©M¤£Â\¬[¤lªº¡C ¦o¨Ï¥¦Â²³æ¦o¨S¦³ *®£Äß*Galactor's ªº»â³S, ¦ý¬O·í¦o¶À»É»s¦aÂà¦oªº¦V«á¦a¹ï¥L¡A¥L¬O¿ë»{¥X¤F¥¦¦p¤@Ó·q·Nªº¤â¶Õ°ß¤@ªº¡C
¦o¬O¶À»É»sªº, ¤ÏªÀ·|ªº¡M¦³³Ð³y¤O²Ê¾|µL§©M¦p¦¹ªº¥i©È¦³½ì¥HP©ó Katze µo²{¥L¦Û¤vÁ¿¸Ü¨ì¦oªº¶V¨Ó¶V¦h¡C
She became one of the few humans Berg Katze felt almost comfortable with.
A genius herself, she was natural-born, not engineered for an unknown
reason. She, too, shared Katze's distaste for (and frustration with) the
more "normal" humans who made up the bulk of Galactor. Her facility,
more talent than skill, with computers had caught Katze's eye; her intellect
had kept his attention, but it was her ability to keep a secret, even
from him, that had gotten her onto Katze's private escort. / ¦oÅܦ¨«Ü¤Öªº¤HÃþ¦B¤s
Katze ´X¥G¤§¤@¹ï·P¨ìµÎªA¡C ¤Ñ¤~¦o¦Û¤v, ¦o¬O¦ÛµM-¤Ñ¥Íªº, ¤£¦]¬°¥¼ª¾ªº²z¥Ñ³]p¡C ¦o¡A¤]¡A¬°§ó¦h "±`ºA" ²Õ¦¨
Galactor ªº¤j¦h¼Æªº¤HÃþ¤À¨É Katze's ªº°Q¹½¡C ¦oªº³]³Æ, §ó¦hªº¤~¯à¶W¹L§Þ³N,Âǥѹq¸£¤w¸g¤Þ°_ Katze's ªºª`·N;
¦oªº´¼¤O¤w¸gºû«ù¥Lªºª`·N¡A¦ý¬O¥¦¬O¦oªº¯à¤Oºû«ù¤@Ó¯µ±K,¬Æ¦Ü±q¥L¡A¨º¤w¸g¦b Katze's ¤Gµ¥§LÅ@°eªÌ¤§¤W±o¨ì¦o¡C
One night, while undressing (peeling off the hated mask, removing the
latex girdle, unveiling the feminine form) she had spotted the trouble.
She hadn't been expecting it for another week, and was unprepared. / ¤@Ó©]±ß,
·í¨Ï²æ¥h¦çªA (鸨³Q¼¨«ëªº°²±¨ã,°£¥h¨Å²G¸y±a,¤½¥¬¤k©Êªº§Î¦¡)ªº®ÉÔ¦o¤w¸g¬Ý¨£³Â·Ð¡C ¦o¬°¥t¤@Ó¬P´Á¨S¦³´Á«Ý¥¦, ¦Ó¥B¬OµL·Ç³Æªº¡C
"Shit!" she had whispered to herself, "Shit, shit, shit"
A search of the ajoining bathroom revealed no supplies from previous female
visitors. Nothing for it: She'd have to redress, then find one of her
personal escort. Once again, she was glad to have them, though she had
to pay them highly to keep her secret. / "©Ô«Ë"! ¦o¤w¸g¹ï¦o¦Û¤v¦Õ»y,"©Ô«Ë,©Ô«Ë,©Ô«Ë"ajoining
¯D«Çªº·j´M¨SÅã¥Ü¨Ó¦Û¥ý«eªº¤k©Ê³X«Èªº¸Éµ¹¡C ²@¤£¬°¥¦: ¦o±N·|¥²¶·ªÈ¥¿,µM«áµo²{¦oªºÓ¤HÅ@°eªÌ¤§¤@¡C ¦A¤@¦¸¡A¦o°ª¿³¦³¥LÌ,ÁöµM¦o¥²¶·°ª«×¦a¤ä¥I¥L̺û«ù¦oªº¯µ±K¡C
Her heart stopped at the soft knock on the door. "Go away!"
she said, deepening her voice. The doorknob turned, the door opening slightly.
A hand reached around; small, fine-boned, a woman's hand. / ¦oªº¤ß¦bªù¤Wªº³nºV°±¤î¡C
" ¨«¶}"! ¦o»¡,¥[²`¦oªºÁnµ¡C ªù§âÂà,¨Ç·L¦a¥´¶} ªºªù¡C ¤@°¦¤â¦bªþªñ¨ì¹F; ¤pªº,»@´Ú-°©Àfªº,¤k¤Hªº¤â¡C
The nails were long, the index finger sporting a hooked claw. The nail
of the ring finger was broken off near the quick. The hand held a box.
/ °v¤l«Üªø,³ß¦n¹B°Êªº¤@Ó¹_ª¬ªº¤ö¹«ü¡C µL¦W«üªº°v¤l¦b§ÖªÌªºªþªñ³Q¤¤Â_¡C ¤â®³µÛ¤F¤@Ó²°¤l¡C
"Need these?" a low voice said, sotto voce. No face peered around
the door. / "»Ýn³o¨Ç"? ¤@ºØ§CªºÁnµ»¡,sotto voce¡C ¨S¦³Áy¦bªùªº©P³ò¾®µø¡C
Katze took the proffered box: sanitary napkins. "Thank you,"
she said; she recognised that hand, but was unable to place where. The
hallway was darkened, and the owner's face lost in shadow. Without another
word, the hand withdrew and the door closed. / Katze ±a¤F³Q´£¨Ñªº²°¤l: ½Ã¥ÍªºÀ\¤y¡C
"ÁÂÁ§A",¦o»¡; ¦o¿ë»{¥X¤F¨º¤@°¦¤â, ¦ý¬O¤£¯à°÷©ñ¸m¦bþ¸Ì¡C ¨«´Y³Q§Ë·t¡A¦Ó¥B¾Ö¦³ªÌªºÁy¦b¼v¹³¤¤¥¢¥h¡C ¨S¦³¥t¤@Ó¦r¡A¤âºM¦^¡A¦Ó¥BªùÃö³¬¡C
The next day saw Katze back in the bullpen area of the installation, watching
the little Gael woman, who was seemingly goofing off. She was playing
a game of mah jongg on her computer, her hand deft on the trackball she
used instead of a mouse. It was her hand that had caught Katze's eye.
It was small, fine-boned and long nailed, all but the ring finger, which
was broken near the quick. Quietly, Katze informed the base's director
that she would like to see the woman privately that evening. / ¦b¦w¸Ëªº¤ûÄæ°Ï°ì¤¤ªº¹j¤Ñ¿÷¤l
Katze I±,¬Ý¤p»\º¸¤H¤k¤H,¤k¤H¥¿¦bªí±¤W¦a¨«¶}§ËÁV¡C ¦o¬Oª±¦b¦oªº¹q¸£¤Wªº¤@³õ mah jongg ªº¤ñÁÉ,±Ó±¶¼ô½mªº¦b¦o¨Ï¥Î¥N´À¤@°¦¦Ñ¹«ªº
trackball ¤Wªº¦o¤â¡C ¥¦¬O¦oªº¤w¸g¤Þ°_ Katze's ªºª`·N¤â¡C ¥¦«Ü¤pªº,¦n- °©Àfªº¦Ó¥B¤[¥Î°v°v¨c, ´X¥GµL¦W«ü, ¦b§ÖªÌªºªþªñ³Q¥´¯}¡C
¦wÀR¦a¡A Katze §iª¾¤F¦o·Qn¨º¤Ñ±ß¤W¨p¤U¨£¤k¤Hªº°ò¦«ü¾ÉªÌ¡C
Katze was still masked and garbed when the woman arrived. She was small,
though sturdy across the shoulders, and she was utterly dwarfed by the
Chief of Katze's entourage, a giant who towered even over Katze. Her face
was dour, attractive in its way, but in a morose fashion. She stared at
Katze with large eyes, made larger by the lenses she wore. She stared
levelly; only the bulging veins roping her hands betrayed her tension
at this meeting. / ·í¤k¤H¨ì¹Fªº®ÉÔ¡A Katze ¤´µM¬OÀ¹°²±¨ãªº¨Ã¥B¥´§ê¡C ¦o«Ü¤p, ÁöµM±j°·ªº¶V¹LªÓ¡A¦Ó¥B¦o§¹¥þ¦a³Q
Katze's ªºÀH±q¤Hûªº»â³S,¤@Ó°ªÁq¬Æ¦Ü¤W±ªº Katze ªº¥¨¤H¸G¤l¤F¡C ¥H¥¦ªº¤è¦¡¦oªºÁy¬O¤£·RÁ¿¸Üªº, §l¤Þ¤Hªº, ¦ý¬O¦b¤@ºØ·T¬ÜWÁyªº¬y¦æ¤¤¡C
¦o¨nµÛ¦³¤jªº²´·ú Katze ¬Ý,ÂǵۦoÀ¹ªº³zÃèÅܱo¤ñ¸û¤j¡C ¦o¦P°ª¦aª`µø; ¥u¦³¦oªº¤â¦b³o¤@Ó·|ij¤W¥X½æ¤F¦oªººò±i¥Y¥XÀR¯ß roping¡C
"What do you know of me, and how long have you known it?" Katze
demanded, without preamble. / "§Aª¾¹D§Ú¤°»ò¡A¦Ó¥B§A¤w¸gª¾¹D¥¦¦h¤["? Katze n¨D,¨S¦³«e¤å¡C
The woman smiled, a wry, sardonic expression, "I've known about you
for a long time. What you are." / ¤k¤H·L¯º,§á¬n¤S¼J¯ºªºªí¹F,"§Ú¤w¸gª¾¹D§A¦³«Üªøªº¤@¬q®É¶¡¡C
§A¬O¤°»ò¡C"
"And that is?" Katze flicked her masked eyes towards the giant,
who leaned forward imperceptibly. / "¦Ó¥B¨º¬O"? Katze ¦V¥¨¤H»´¼u¤F¦oªºÀ¹°²±¨ãªº²´·ú,¥¨¤H¦V«e¦a¤£¥iıʾa¡C
The woman shrugged, "Sometimes male, sometimes female. Right now,
you are female, disguising yourself as male. I don't know why; I imagine
you are unable to switch voluntarily. I can't imagine anyone choosing
to stay female through that." / ¤k¤HÁqªÓ," ¦³®É¨k©Êªº, ¦³®É¤k©Êªº¡C ¥ß¨è¡A§A¬O¤k©Êªº,°°¸Ë¦¨¨k¤H¡C
§Ú¤£ª¾¹D¬°¤°»ò; §Ú·Q¹³§A¤£¯à°÷¦Û°Ê¦aÂàÅÜ¡C §Ú¤£¯à·Q¹³¥ô¦ó¤H¿ï¾Ü¸g¹L¨º°±¯d¤k©Ê¡C"
"How do you know this? How is it that you know what others do not?"
/ "§A¦p¦óª¾¹D³o? ¥¦¦n¶Ü¡A§Aª¾¹D¤°»ò¨ä¥¦¤£¬O?"
Again, the sardonic smile. Wordlessly, the woman extended her arm. / ¦A¤@¦¸,¼J¯ºªº·L¯º¡C
¨HÀq¦a¡A¤k¤H©µ¦ù¤F¦oªº¤âÁu¡C
Katze felt her cheeks redden. The arms. Not many people knew there was
a structural difference in the way men's and women's arms were jointed;
few knew how, or knew what to look for. / ·Pı¦oªºÀU Katze Åܬõ¡C ¤âÁu¡C ¤£¦hªº¤Hª¾¹D¥H¨º¤è¦¡¦³¤@ºØµ²ºcªº¤£¦P¨k¤H¦Ó¥B¤k¤Hªº¤âÁu¬O¦³±µÁ_ªº;
¤Ö¼Æªºª¾¹D¦p¦ó, ©Îª¾¹D¤F¸Ó§ä´M¤°»ò¡C
"As to how I know," the woman said, "I used to be an archer."
/ " Ãö©ó§Ú¦p¦óª¾¹D",¤k¤H»¡ ", §Ú¹L¥h¤@ª½·í®g¤â".
Archery. Of course. The difference in the arms was crucial there. Many
people, when thinking of a woman archer, imagined the breasts to be the
most vulnerable spot. They were easy to compensate for; the arm, however,
required conscious correction into a position that was natural for a man,
uncomfortable for a woman. Many novice women bore severe bruises learning
from that mistake. Katze cursed herself for forgetting. / ½b³N¡C ·íµM¡C ¤âÁuªº¤£¦P¬O¨M©w©Êªº¦b¨º¸Ì¡C
³\¦h¤H,·í¤@¦ì¤k¤H®g¤âªº«ä¦Ò,·Q¹³¤F¯Ý³¡¬O³Ì©ö¨ü¶Ë®`ªº¦aÂI®ÉÔ¡C ¥LÌ®e©öÀvÁÙ; ¤âÁu¡AµM¦Ó¡A»Ýn¦³·NÃѪºq¥¿¶i¤@Ó¹ï¤@Ó¨k¤H¬O¦ÛµMªº¦ì¸m,¹ï©ó¤@Ó¤k¤H¬O¤£µÎªAªº¡C
³\¦h·s¤â¤k¤H·ÐÂZ¨Ó¦Û¨º¤@Ó¿ù»~ªºÄY®æ·ï¶Ë¾Ç°Ý¡C Katze ¬°§Ñ°O¶A©G¤F¦o¦Û¤v¡C
"How did you know I needed.." she trailed off. The woman was
grinning her sardonic grin, and shaking her head. / "§A¦p¦ó»{ÃѧڳQ»Ýn¡C¡C"¦o¨«¶}°lÂÜ¡C
¤k¤H¥¿¦bÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¦oªº¼J¯ºÅS¾¦¯º, ¦Ó¥B·nÀY¡C
After much discussion, Ci\rean Mharagorm was hired as a personal attache
to Berg Katze. She was capable, moreso than he had expected. / ¦b«Ü¦hªº°Q½×¤§«á,Ci\¦A
Mharagorm ³Q¶±¥Î¦p¹ï©ó¦B¤s Katze ªº¤@ÓÓ¤Hªº¤j¨ÏÀHû¡C ¦o¬O¦³¯à¤Oªº, moreso ¤ñ¸û¥L¤w¸g´Á±æ¡C
She could read his handwriting, for one thing, though she had to turn
the paper almost upside down to do so. He discovered why; hers was just
as bad. / ¦o¥i¥HŪ¥Lªºµ§¸ñ,¹ï©ó¤@¥ó¨Æª«¡AÁöµM¦o¥²¶·´X¥GÄAËÂà³ø¯È³o»ò°µ¡C ¥Lµo²{¬°¤°»ò; ¦oªº¥¿¦p¬O¦pÃaªº¡C
She had a preference for being alone, and would often sneak off to somewhere
secluded with her laptop. She worked in peace that way, away from the
catcalls and distractions of other Galactors. Once he had come down the
back stairs, to find her seated halfway up a rank. / ¦o¬°©t¿W¦³¤F°¾·R, ¦Ó¥B±N·|®É±`¨«¶}°½°½¦a°k¨«¨ì¬Y³B¥H¦oªº½¥¤W«¬¹q¸£¤ÀÂ÷¡C
¦o¦b©M¥¤è±¨º¼Ë¤u§@,»·Â÷¨ä¥L Galactors ªº¤£º¡¤§Án©M®T¼Ö¡C ¤@¥¹¥L¤w¸g¤U«á±ªº¼Ó±è, ¦b±Æ¦W¤W±µo²{¦o³Q§¤°_¨Ó¤¤³~ªº¡C
She wasn't talkative herself, but she listened well. Katze often found
himself talking to her, rattling off ideas for conquering / ¦o¤£¬O³ßÅw»¡¸Ü¦o¦Û¤v¡A¦ý¬O¦o«Ü¦n¦aÅ¥¡C
Katze ®É±`¹ï¦oµo²{¥L¦Û¤vÁ¿¸Ü,¬°©ºªA¨«¶}Åå·W¥¢±¹·Qªk
Earth. She seldom commented, but when something was a sure-fire loser,
she'd be sure to let him know. When he'd rail against her, going on about
his being Berg Katze, created to conquer, she'd simply respond that Einstein
couldn't dance. It took him a while to puzzle that one out. / ¦a²y¡C ¦o«Ü¤Ö§åµû¡A¦ý¬O·í¬Y¨Æ¬O½T«H-
¤õ¥¢±ÑªÌªº®ÉÔ,¦o±N·|½T©wÅý¥Lª¾¹D¡C ·í¥L±N·|¥H¾î¤ì³òÄæ¹ï§Ü¦oªº®ÉÔ,Ä~ÄòÃö©ó¥L§@¬°¦B¤s Katze ªº¨Æ³Q³Ð³y©ºªA,¦o±N·|¥u¬O¦^À³·R¦]´µ©ZµLªk¸õ»R¡C
¥Lªá¤@·|¨à¦b¥~¨Ï¨º¤@Ó§x´b¡C
He called her 'Kai', because Ci\rean was too much, and 'Kee' sounded too
flip. He was the only one to call her that. Others had tried, only to
receive the fish-cold stare and a lecture on her name. / ¦]¬° Ci\ rean ¬O¡A©Ò¥H¥LºÙ¦o¬°
'Kai' ¤Ó¦h¡A¦Ó¥B 'Kee' ¤]Å¥»²¢¿S°s¡C ¥L¬O¥´¹q¸Üµ¹¦o¨ºªº°ß¤@¤@Ó¡C ¨ä¥¦¤w¸g¹Á¸Õ,¤£®Æ³º·|±µ¨ü¦b¦oªº¦W¦r¤Wªº³½- ´H§Nªºª`µø©M¤@ÓºtÁ¿¡C
Likewise, she was the only one who could call him "Cat-sama"
and get away with it. Why, on the other hand, was anybody's guess. / ¦Ó¥B,
¦o¬O°ß¤@ªº¥i¥H¥´¹q¸Üµ¹¥L "¿ß-sama" ¦Ó¥B¥H¥¦°kÂ÷¡C ¬°¤°»ò, ¥t¤@¤è±,¬O¥ô¦ó¤H²q´ú¡C
She was often tired, claiming insomnia caused by the medications she took.
On rare occasions it interfered with her performance. It was such an occasion
that prompted Kai and Katze on a deeper road of relationship. / ¦o®É±`«Ü¯h²Ö,«ÅºÙ¥Ñ¦o®³ªºÃĪ«ªvÀø©Ò¤Þ°_ªº¥¢¯v¯g¡C
¦bµ}¨uªº³õ¦X¤W¥¦¤zÂZ¦oªºªí²{¡C ¥¦¬O¤@Ó¦p¦¹«P¨Ï¤F¦b¤@±øÃö«Yªº¸û²`¹D¸ô¤Wªº Kai ©M Katze ªº³õ¦X¡C
She was practically falling asleep at her desk and her typing was suffering
from more errors than usual. While editing a file, she missed several
errors. Her eyes were bloodshot and her face was pale. / ¦o¥¿¦b¹ê»Ú¦a¦b¦oªº®Ñ®à©M¦oªº¥´¦r¸ÌºÎµÛ¥¿¦b»X¨ü§ó¦hªº¿ù»~¶W¹L¥±`ªº¡C
·í½s¿è¤@ÓÀɮתº®ÉÔ,¦o¿ù¹L¤F¤@¨Ç¿ù»~¡C ¦oªº²´·ú¬O¥R¦åªº¡A¦Ó¥B¦oªºÁy¬O»a¥Õªº¡C
Berg Katze was not known for his compassion. Thus, it surprised everybody
in the bullpen when he shook Kai gently, telling her to go to his office
and take a nap. He would wake her in a few hours. She protested, but he
was firm. Five minutes later, she was out like a light on the comfortable,
upholstered chesterfield in Katze's office. / ¦B¤s Katze ¤£³Q¥H¥Lªº¦P±¡»D¦W¡C ¦]¦¹¡A·í¥L³vº¥¦a·n°Ê¤F
Kai ªº®ÉÔ¡A¥¦¦b¤ûÄ椤¨Ï¨CÓ¤H¦YÅå, §i¶D¦o¥h¥Lªº¿ì¤½«Ç¦Ó¥B¤pºÎ¤@¤U¡C ¥L¦b´XÓ¤p®É¤§¤º±N·|¥s¿ô¦o¡C ¦o¤Ï¹ï¡A¦ý¬O¥L¬O°í©wªº¡C ¤¤ÀÄÁ¤§«á¡A¦o¹³¦bµÎªAªÌ¤Wªº¤@Ó¥ú¤@¼Ë¥~¥X,¦b
Katze's ªº¿ì¤½«Ç¤¤¥Hî¹õ·t³§µ³»â¨k¥Îªø¤j¦ç¡C
His work was mostly mouse-driven at this point, so there was little chance
of waking the woman. Something made him look up, and what he saw made
him stop and contemplate her. / ¥Lªº¤u§@¦¹®É¤j³¡¥÷¦Ñ¹«ÅX°Ê , ¦]¦¹¥s¿ô¤k¤H¦³«Ü¤Öªº¾÷·|¡C ¬Y¨Æ¨Ï¥L¬Ý¦b,¤W±¦Ó¥B¥L¬Ý¨£ªº¨Ï¥L°±¤î¦Ó¥Bª`µø¦o¡C
She was curled into a tight fetal position. She had mangled the cushions
of the couch: One was clutched between her thighs, wrapped in her arms.
The other was mushed up beneath her neck. Her face was tight, and she
made soft whines in her sleep. / ¦o¶i¤J¤@ÓºòªºL¨à¦ì¸m¤§¤º³Q§Ë±²¡C ¦o¤w¸g¶Ã¤Áªø´Èªº¹Ô¤l: ¤@¦b¦oªº¤j»L¤§¶¡³Q§ì¨c,¦b¦oªº¤âÁu¤¤¥]¸Ë¡C
¥t¤@Ó³Q¯»¸H¦b¦oªº²ä¤l¤§¤U¤W±¡C ¦oªºÁy¬Oºòªº¡A¦Ó¥B¦o¦bºÎ¹Ú¤¤§@¤F³nªº©ê«è¡C
Thinking she was chilled, he took off his cloak, laying it like a blanket
over the huddled woman. Her hand reached out blindly, fumbling for the
cape. She pulled it over her head, burrowing down further until hardly
any of her was visible at all. / ·Q¦o¬O¤w§Nªº,¥L²æ±¼¥Lªº¤æ½´,¹³¦b³Q±ÀÀ½ªº¤k¤H¤Wªº¤@±ø¤ò´à©ñ¸m¥¦¡C ¦oªº¤âª¼¥Ø¦a¨ì¹F¥X,¬°ÌaºN¯Á¡C
¦o¦b¦oªºÀY¤§¤W©Ô¤F¥¦, ±¸¬}¥Þ¤U¨Ó«P¶iª½¨ì¤@ÂI¤]¤£¦o¤§¤¤ªº¥ô¦ó¤@Ó¬O¬Ý±o¨£ªº¡C
It was nearing dusk when Katze reached to shake the sleeping woman awake.
She had tossed and turned in her sleep, but hadn't come out from beneath
the cloak, nor had she released her mad grip on the cushions. She started
awake, her voice crying out indistinctly, making noises of fear or dread.
Slowly her eyes focussed, sighting on his masked face. She blinked in
confusion, then memory reinstated itself. / ¥¦¥¿¦bªñªº Katze ¨ì¹F·n°ÊºÎ¯v¤k¤HªºÁ¡¼Ç¿ôªº¡C
¦o¦bºÎ¹Ú¤¤¤w¸g§ëÂY¦Ó¥BÂà, ¦ý¬O¨S¦³¦b¤æ½´¤§¤U¥X¨Ó, ¦o¤]¨SÄÀ©ñ¦b¹Ô¤l¤Wªº¦oºÆ¨gªººò´¤¡C ¦o¶}©l¿ôªº,¦o¤£©úÁA¦a¤j¥s¡A»s³y®£Äߩή£Äߪº¾¸µ
ªºÁnµ¡C ºCºC¦a¦oªº²´·ú focussed,¦b¥LªºÀ¹°²±¨ãªºÁy¤W¬Ý¨£¡C ¦o¦b²V¶Ã¤è±¯w²´,µM«á°O¾Ð¨Ï´_ì¤F¥¦¥»¨¡C
"How do you feel?" Katze asked. / "§A·Pı¦p¦ó"? Katze °Ý¡C
She nodded, "Much better. Thank you. You're very kind." / ¦oÂIÀY,"§ó¦nªº¡C
ÁÂÁ§A¡C §A«D±`¿Ë¤Á¡C"
He shrugged, "There were those who bade me demote you, or even kill
you, for incompetance." / ¥LÁqªÓ,"¦³§Ú°§C§Aªº¦a¦ì, ©Î¬Æ¦Ü±þ§Aªº¨º¨Ç§h©Jªº¤H,¹ï©ó incompetance".
"So why didn't you?" / " ¦p¦¹¬°¤°»ò¨S¦³§A"?
"Who else can handle that damned computer?" / " ½Ö§Oªº¯à³B²z¨º¶A©G¤F¹q¸£"?
"Speaking of which, I should get some work done." / " »¡¨ì
,§ÚÀ³¸Ó±o¨ì¤@¨Ç¤u§@§¹¦¨¤F".
He shook his head, "Don't bother. Green did something to the terminal,
no one knows what -- probably sneezed on it or something equally stupid.
Anyways, the files have gotten corrupted. It's a real mess, you'll need
all of your wits to fix it, if it can be fixed. No, go home and get some
real sleep." / ¥L·nÀY,"¤£·ÐÂZ¡C ®æªL°µ¤F¬Y¨Æ¨ì²×ÂI, ¨S¦³¤Hª¾¹D¤°»ò -- ¥i¯à¦b¥¦©Î¬Ûµ¥·MÄøªF¦è¤W¥´¼QÀ¡¡C
µL½×¦p¦ó¡AÀɮפw¸g±o¨ì»GÄê¡C ¦pªG¥¦¯à³Qײz¡A¥¦¬O¯u¥¿ªºÂø¶Ã,§A±N»Ýn§Aªº¥þ³¡¾÷´¼©T©w¥¦¡C ¤£,¦^®a¦Ó¥B±o¨ì¤@¨Ç¯u¥¿ªººÎ¯v¡C"
"What about you?" / " ¤°»òÃö©ó§A"?
"What about me?" / " ¤°»òÃö©ó§Ú"?
"Are you working all night again?" She was always interested
in this. He supposed it was part of what made her a good attache. As it
happened, he was -- well, not all night, but he would have to be in by
around four thirty in order to catch up. She nodded, looking thoughtful.
/ " §A¥¿¦b¦A¤@¦¸¾ã©]±ß¤u§@"? ¦oÁ`¬O¹ï³o·P¿³½ì¡C ¥L±À·Q¥¦¬O¨Ï¦o¦¨¬°¤@Ó¦n¤j¨ÏÀHûªºªF¦è³¡¥÷¡C ¸I¥©¡A¥L¬O --
¦n§a¡A¤£¾ã©]±ß¡A¦ý¬O¥L±N·|¥²¶·¬O¦bÂǵۤT¤Q¥|¥ª¥k¦b¦¸§Ç°l»°¡C ¦oÂIÀY,¬Ý°_¨Ó²`«ä¡C
"Do you always sleep like that?" he asked, indicating the mangled
cushions. / "§AÁ`¬O¹³¨º¤@¼ËºÎı¶Ü"? ¥L°Ý,«ü¥X³Q¶Ã¤Áªº¹Ô¤l¡C
She stared at it as though seeing it for the first time. / ¦n¹³²Ä¤@¦¸¬Ý¨£¥¦¡A¦o¨nµÛ¥¦¬Ý¡C
Finally she nodded, "Yes, I do." / ³Ì«á¦oÂIÀY,"¬Oªº" ¡C
"Interesting. You sleep like I do, only I get myself so wrapped up
in the blankets I can't get out." "I thought I was the only
one who slept like that," she smiled, / "¦³½ìªº¡C §AºÎı¡A¹³§Ú°µ,¤£¹L§Ú±o¨ì§Ú¦Û¤v¦p¦¹¦b§Ú¤£¯à°k¶]ªº¤ò´à¤¤§¹¦¨¡C"
" §Ú·Q¡A§Ú¬O°ß¤@ªº¹³¨ººÎ",¦o·L¯º,
"Can you wear nightclothes? Once I tried sleeping in a t-shirt. I
had a dream that someone was trying to choke me to death, and I woke up
and found I had strangled myself with the t-shirt" / "§A¯à¬ïµÛºÎ¦ç¶Ü?
¤@¥¹§Ú¹Á¸Õ¦b¤@Ó T«ò¤¤ºÎı¡C §Ú¦³¤F¤@Ó¬Y¤H¥¿¦b¹Á¸Õ¹ï¦º¤`²¿®§§Úªº¹Ú¡A¦Ó¥B§Ú¿ô¨Ó¦Ó¥Bµo²{¤F§Ú¤w¸g¥Î T«ò°Ç¦º§Ú¦Û¤v"
Katze laughed and agreed, "I'm a violent sleeper. I always steal
the sheets, too. Nobody can stand to sleep with me." "I always
sleep better if there's someone else in the bed with me," she said
wistfully. He looked at her. / Katze ¯º¦Ó¥B¦P·N,"§Ú¬O¤@ӼɤOªº¤p¦ÕÀô¡C §ÚÁ`¬O¤]°½±i¡C ¨S¦³¤H¯à¯¸©M§ÚºÎı¡C"
" §ÚÁ`¬O§óºÎı¦pªG©M§Ú¦b§É¤¤¦³¨ä¥L¤H",¦o´÷±æ¦a»¡¡C ¥L¬Ý¦o¡C
"Why don't you, then?" / " ¬°¤°»ò¤£§A,µM«á"?
She fixed him with a 'look', "Would *you*?? With *these* people?"
/ ¦oײz¥L¤@ '¯«±¡'," ±N·| *§A*?? ¥Ñ©ó *³o¨Ç*¤H?"
"Um." / "Um".
Four o'clock rolled around, finding Berg Katze in his office, poring
over reports. The radio was on, tuned to an underground station. / ¥|ÂIÄÁ¦bªþªñ±²,¦b¥Lªº¿ì¤½«Ç¤¤µo²{¦B¤s
Katze ¡A¥J²Ó¾\Ū³ø§i¡C ¦¬µ¾÷¬O¶}ªº, ½Õ¿Óªº¨ì¤@Ó¦a¤Uªº¨®¯¸¡C
He, and many other night workers, liked listening to the deejays. / ¥L,
©M³\¦h¨ä¥Lªº©]±ß¤u¤H,³ßÅwÅ¥¼½©ñµ¼Öªº¤H¸Ü¡C
"Good morning I'm Unicorn Progress, I'm two inches tall and live
in your radio.." That was the female deejay. She was weird. Katze
wondered what she was like in person -- he was certain he'd like her.
/ " ¦¦w§Ú¬O¿W¨¤Ã~¶i¨B, §Ú¬O¤G¦T°ª¦Ó¥B¦í¦b§Aªº¦¬µ¾÷¡C¡C"¨º¬O¤k©Êªº¼½©ñµ¼Öªº¤H¡C ¦o¬O©Ç²§ªº¡C Katze ÃhºÃ¦b¤H¤¤¦o¬O«ç¼Ëªº¤H
-- ¥L¬O½T©wªº¥L·Qn¦o¡C
"..'m Errol Flynn.." said the male deejay / ".¡C'm Errol
¥±ªL¡C¡C"¨k©Êªº¼½©ñµ¼Öªº¤H»¡
"You are not Errol Flynn," Unicorn responded / "§A¤£¬O Errol
¥±ªL",¿W¨¤Ã~¦^À³
"Am too" / " ¤]"
"You were never Errol Flynn" "I was last Tuesday"
/ "§A±q¤£¬O Errol ¥±ªL" "§Ú¬O¤W¬P´Á¤G"
"Oh.. That's okay then. Anyways its four in the bloody morning on
an absolutely miserable Thursday morning and we've got lots of stupid
music for you to listen to. Yes, that's right, we've gone dragging through
the vaults again, dredging up every horrid oldie we could possibly think
of.." / "®@¡C¡C ¨º·í®É¬O¦n¡C µL½×¦p¦ó¥¦ªº¥|¦b¤@Ó§¹¥þ´dºGªº¬P´Á¥|¦±á¤è±ªº¦å¸{¦±á¤¤©M§Ṳ́w¸g¬°§A±o¨ì³\¦h·MÄøªºµ¼ÖÅ¥¨ì¡C
¬Oªº¡A¨º¬O¥¿½Tªº,§Ṳ́w¸g¥h¦A¤@¦¸©ì©Ô¹L¤ÑªÅ, ¦b¨C¤@¥i©Èªº oldie ¤W±¥Î«õªd¾÷²¨¯C§ÚÌ¥i¥H¥i¯à¦a·Q¨ì¡C¡C"
"We've even got some rap" / "§Ú̬Ʀܤw¸g±o¨ì¤@¨Ç»´ºV"
"Shut up, we do not. At least I hope not." / "³¬¼L, §Ṳ́£¡C
¦Ü¤Ö§Ú§Æ±æ¤£¡C"
"We do, its true, its from the loo." / "§ÚÌ°µ, ¥¦ªº¯u¹ê, ¥¦ªº±q¿cµPÀ¸".
"It would be.." / "¥¦±N·|¬O¡C¡C"
He smirked. They usually bickered like this. They were fun. / ¥L¼H¼H°µ¯º¡C ¥L̳q±`¹³³o¤@¼Ë°«¼L¡C
¥L̬O¦³½ìªº¡C
Highly irreverent though. He thought they might be Galactors, since they
broadcast on a Galactor frequency, but it was hard to say. / °ª«×¤£·qÁöµM¡C ¥L·Q¤F¥LÌ¥i¯à¬O
Galactors,¦]¬°¥L̦b Galactor ÀW²v¤W¼s¼½¡A¦ý¬O»¡¬O§xÃø¡C
Certainly no one was safe from their ribald parodies -- not even himself.
/ ½T©w¨S¦³¬O¨Ó¦Û¥L̪º»¡¸ÜµTÁ¶ªº¥´ªo¸Ö¤åªº«OÀI½c -- ¤£¬Æ¦Ü¥L¦Û¤v¡C
"..ze appears to be dead.. again. This time however, the ISO is adamant
about his ending, as emphasized by Director Nambu:" Someone had been
playing with a vocoder again. A good synthesization of Nambu's voice grated
out of the speaker, "Berg Katze wouldn't go 'voom' if you put a thousand
volts through him! He's bloody demised! <a shouted 'no he's not, he's
pining for the fjords!'> Pining for the fjords?? He's not pining, he's
passed on! Berg Katze is no more! He has ceased to be! He's gone to meet
his maker! He's a stiff! Bereft of life, he rests in peace!" / ".¡Cze
¦ü¥G¦º¡C¡C ¦A¤@¦¸¡C ³o¦¸µM¦Ó¡A°ê»Ú¼Ð·Ç²Õ´¬OÃö©ó¥Lªº²×¤î°í¥Û,¦p«ü¾ÉªÌ Nambu ©Ò±j½Õ:"¬Y¤H¤w¸g¦A¤@¦¸©M¤@ÓÁnµ¶Ç¼½¾÷ª±¡C
Nambu's ªºÁnµ¦n synthesization Äl¿{Â÷»¡ªÌ,"¦pªG§A©ñ¬ï¹L¥L¤d¥ñ¯S¡A¦B¤s Katze ±N¤£¥h 'voom'!
¥L¬O¦å¸{ªºÅý´ç! < ¤@©I³Û ' ¨S¦³¥L¬O¤£¡A¥L¥¿¦b¬°®lÆW®ø½G!'>¬°®lÆW®ø½G?? ¥L¤£¦³®ø½G,¥L³Q³u¥@ ! ¦B¤s Katze
¬O¨S¦³§ó¦h! ¥L¤w¸g°±¤î¬O! ¥L¤w¸g¥h¹J¨£¥Lªº»s³yªÌ! ¥L¬O»øµw! ³Qé¹Üªº¥Í¬¡¡A¥L¦b©M¥¤è±¥ð®§!"
He was giggling, was what he was doing. Giggling and shaking his head.
Outside, he could hear the titters of the other night staff. / ¥L¥¿¦b¦Y¦Y¦a¯º,¬O¥L©Ò¥¿¦b°µªº¡C
¦Y¦Y¦a¯º©M·nÀY¡C ¥~±¡A¥L¥i¥HÅ¥¨ì¥t¤@Ó©]±ß¾ûªº¶á¯º¡C
The station was like this. Now they were playing an old song, from the
21st century. He shook his head, still smiling. / ¨®¯¸¹³³o¡C ±q 21 ¥@¬ö°_²{¦b¥LÌ¥¿¦bª±¤@ºÂªººq¡C
¥L·nÀY, µM¦Ó·L¯ºªº¡C
"You don't look like you've gotten much sleep at all," Katze
said as Kai walked in. She shook her head, claiming insomnia again. /
" §A¤@ÂI¤]¤£¬Ý°_¨Ó¹³§A¤@¼Ë¤w¸g±o¨ì«Ü¦hªººÎ¯v",·í Kai ¨«¤Jªº®ÉÔ¡A Katze »¡¡C ¦o·nÀY,¦A¤@¦¸«ÅºÙ¥¢¯v¯g¡C
He clucked in sympathy. She was working her usual magic with the computer
though, and he offered her another nap when she began to lose efficiency.
It was a small price to pay for a functional workplace. / ¥L¦b¦P±¡¤è±«£«£¥s¡C ·í¦o¶}©l¥¢¥h®Ä²vªº®ÉÔ¡A¦o¥¿¦bÁöµM¥Î¹q¸£¤u§@¦oªº¥±`Å]³N¡A¦Ó¥B¥L´£¨Ñ¤F¦oªº¥t¤pºÎ¡C
¥¦¬O¤pªº»ù®æ¤ä¥I¤@Ó¥\¯àªº¤u§@³õ©Òªº¶O¥Î¡C
Eventually he started keeping a blanket and pillow in the office cupboard.
He found use for them himself, sometimes. / ³Ì«á¥L¶}©l«O¦s¿ì¤½«Ç¹Ãoªº¤@Ó¤ò´à©MªEÀY¡C ¥L¬°¥L̵o²{¨Ï¥Î¥L¦Û¤v,¦³®É¡C
The radio station continued to pump out its amusing, line-toeing material.
This morning, the running gag was 'fags'. / ¼s¼½¹q¥xÄ~Äò¥Î®Aµ©©â¤ô¥X¥¦ªº¦³½ì¤S¥H³k½ñIJ½uªº§÷®Æ¡C
¤µ¤Ñ¦±á¡A¬y°Êªººã¤fª«¬O '¦Y¤Oªº¤u§@'.
A couple of men with pseudo-British accents talked about 'fags', as in
cigarettes. It was supposed to be a gourmet's guide, but it was rife with
innuendo. "Remember," the office staff called out to each other,
"Smell your fags before you suck them!" Smokers would take their
cigarettes out of their mouths and announce "I really like to suck
this fag" It was all Katze could do to keep a straight face. Kai
just grinned her sardonic grin. / ¥Ñ©ó°²- ^°êªº¤fµ¨âÓ¨k¤H½Í½× '¦Y¤Oªº¤u§@', ·í°µ¦b»·Ï¤¤¡C ¥¦¬O±À·Q·í¬ü¹ªÌªº«ü¤Þ,¦ý¬O¥¦¹ï¿Ø¨ë·P¨ì¤j¶q¡C
"°O±o", ¤½¥q¾û¹ï©¼¦¹¤j¥s ", »D§Aªº¦Y¤O¤u§@¦b§A§l¥L̤§«e"! §l·ÏªÌ±N·|±q¥L̪º¼L¨ú¥X¥L̪º»·Ï¦Ó¥B«Å§G
"§Ú¯uªº³ßÅw§l³oÓ¦Y¤Oªº¤u§@" ¥¦¥þ³£¬O Katze ¥i¥H°µ¤£¯º¡C Kai èèÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¤F¦oªº¼J¯ºÅS¾¦¯º¡C
"Wanna sneak out for some lunch?" / " ·Qn¬°¤@¨Ç¤ÈÀ\°½·È"?
"GAHHHHHH!!!" / "GAHHHHHH!!!"
The voice had floated up from between Katze's legs, scaring the daylights
out of him. Beneath his desk, peering up from the trapdoor that led to
his escape tunnel, was Kai. / Ánµ¤w¸gÄƯB¦b±q¤W±¦b Katze's ªº»L¤§¶¡,±q¥LÅåÀ~¥Õ±Þ¡C ¦b¥Lªº®Ñ®à¤§¤U,
¾®µø¦b±q³q©¹¥Lªº°k¤`ÀG¹Dªº¦aªOªù¤W±,¬O Kai¡C
"What the hell are you doing down there??" / "§A¥¿¦b¨º¸Ì°µ¤U¨Ó¤°»ò??"
Kai just looked at him as though the answer were obvious. / ¦n¹³µª®×¬O©úÅ㪺¡A
Kai èè¬Ý¥L¡C
"You look like you need an out," she said finally. / "
§A¬Ý°_¨Ó¹³§A¤@¼Ë»Ýn¤@¥~±ªº",¦o³Ì«á»¡¡C
As it happened she was right. He was incredibly frustrated, mindlessly
bored, hungry, and would like nothing better than to sneak away somewhere.
The girdle itched and was cutting into him and his hair felt like it was
becoming a solid mass. He looked at his daytimer, looked at the door,
looked at the crystal that conveyed Sosai's summons. / ¸I¥©¦o¬O¥¿½Tªº¡C ¥LµLªk¸m«H¥¢±æ,¤£¤p¤ß¦a·ÐÂZ,ÄȾjªº,
¦Ó¥B¤°»ò¤]¤£·Qn§ó¦h¶W¹L¬Y³B°½·È¡C ³QÄo¨Ã¥B¥¿¦b°Åªº¸y±a¶i¤J¥L©M¥LªºÀY¾v¤§¤º·Pı¹³¥¦¥¿¦bÅܦ¨°íµwªº¤j²³¡C ¥L¬Ý¥Lªº daytimer,¬Ýªù,¬Ý¶Ç¹F¤F
Sosai's ªº¥l³ê¤ô´¹¡C
He could think of no reason why he *shouldn't* sneak off, and plenty of
why he should. / ¥L¥i¥H·Q¨ì¨S¦³²z¥Ñ¬°¤°»ò¥L * À³¸Ó¤£*¨«¶}°½°½¦a°k¨«, ©M³\¦h¥L¬°¤°»òÀ³¸Ó¡C
"Ah.. clothes. I can't wander around in..." he trailed off as
/ "°Ú¡C¡C ¦çªA¡C §Ú¯à¤£¦bªþªñ¹C¿º¦b¡C¡C¡C" ¥L¨«¶}°lÂÜ·í°µ
Kai indicated the kitbag she had with her. Right... / Kai «ü¥X¤F kitbag ¦oÀH¨¦³¡C
Åv§Q¡C¡C¡C
A few minutes later, two women were scurrying down the tunnel, cards in
hand, bent on some rabid shopping. / ¤@¨Ç¤ÀÄÁ¤§«á¡A¤GÓ¤k¤H¥¿¦bªuÀG¹D¦V¤U¥^¦£¦a¶],¦b¤â¤¤³Æ¸m¥d¤ù,¦b¤@¨Ç²r¯PªºÁʪ«¤WÅs¦±¡C
"Gatchaman!" / "Gatchaman"!
Oh lord... / ®@²ÎªvªÌ¡C¡C¡C
"Gatchaman!" / "Gatchaman"!
"Can I get some ices?" / "§Ú¯à±o¨ì¤@¨Ç¦B¶Ü"?
"Don't have any bleedin' ices, all I got's this 'ere Gatchaman. /
"¨S¦³¥ô¦óªº bleedin'¦B, ¥þ³¡§Ú±o¨ì³o 'ere Gatchaman¡C
Gatchaman!" / Gatchaman!"
Katze giggled as yet another Monty Python was parodied, courtesy of a
vocoder. It was Gatchaman night, apparently. / ¦b¥Ø«e¬°¤î³Q¦Y¦Y¦a¯º¥t¥~»X´£¡E¬£¹yªº Katze
³Q©å¦H¼Ò¥é,¤@ÓÁnµ¶Ç¼½¾÷ªºÂ§»ª¡C ¥¦¬O Gatchaman ©]±ß,ÅãµM¦a¡C
"He's a bit of a tick, isn't he?" the male deejay commented.
/ "¥L¬O¤@ÂI¤@Ӥĸ¹, ¥L¤£¬O"? ¨k©Êªº¼½©ñµ¼Öªº¤H§åµû¡C
"Oh you don't know the half of it," Unicorn Progress returned,
/ " ®@§A¤£ª¾¹D¥¦¤@¥b", ³Q°e¦^ªº¿W¨¤Ã~¶i¨B,
"Why our reporters were on the scene of a rescue by Gatchaman, and
caught some of his outlook on his duties" / "ÂÇµÛ Gatchaman §Ú̪º°OªÌ¬°¤°»ò¦b´©±Ïªº²{³õ¤W,
¦Ó¥B®·®»¤F¦b¥Lªº³d¥ô¤Wªº¤@¨Ç¥LªºÆ[ÂI"
Katze was sure he knew where the clip had origionated, but he couldn't
place it: "Help, damsel in distress currently on fire, help"
/ Katze ½T©w¥Lª¾¹D¤F§¨¤l¦³¤F origionated ªº¦a¤è¡A¦ý¬O¥LµLªk©ñ¸m¥¦: "À°§U, W´oªº damsel ²{¦b¦b¤õ¤W,À°¦£"
"Excuse me ma'am, would you like to be rescued?" / " ¹ï¤£°_¤Ò¤H,
§AÄ@·N³Q±Ï¥X"?
"More than life itself." / "¶W¹L¥Í¬¡¥»¨".
He couldn't help giggling at that one. It got better. / ¥LµLªk¤£¦b¨º¤@Ó¦Y¦Y¦a¯º¡C
¥¦Åܱo¤ñ¸û¦nªº¡C
"Are you here to rescue us or what??" / " §A³o¸Ì±Ï¥X§Ú̩Τ°»ò??"
"I'm here to what and where is she" / " §Ú¦b³o¸Ì¨ì¤°»ò©M¦bþ¸Ì¬O¦o"
That got out and out laughter. They introduced another set of songs, then.
/ ¨ºÂ÷¶}©M¥X¦Û¯º¡C ·í®É¥L̤¶²Ð¤Fºqªº¥t²Õ¡C
"Get away from me you pervert!" / "»·Â÷§AI«qªº§Ú"!
"Kiss me, its the rules!" / "§k§Ú,¥¦ªº³W«h"!
He shook his head as the strains of a 20th century oldie pealed out of
the speaker. What was it called... Let's Get Rocked or something like
that? Something like that... He traced the mouse over the pad, moving
the lines of the report about the screen. The female deejay was singing
along with the song, barely audible. He stopped suddenly, straining his
ears, trying to catch the words. / ·í 20 ¥@¬ö oldie ªººò±i¨Ï»¡ªÌ¤jÁn»ïÅTÂ÷ªº®ÉÔ¡A¥L·nÀY¡C ¥¦³Q¥s°µ¤°»ò¡C¡C¡C
¨Ï§Ú̱o¨ì·n°Ê©Î¬Y¨Æ³ßÅw¨º? ¬Y¨Æ³ßÅw¨º¡C¡C¡C ¥L°lÂܤF¦b¶ñ¸É¤Wªº¦Ñ¹«,²¾°ÊÃö©ó¿Ã¹õªº³ø§i½u¡C ¤k©Êªº¼½©ñµ¼Öªº¤H¥¿¦b³s¦Pºq¤@°_°Û,´X¥GÅ¥±o¨£¡C
¥L¬ðµM°±¤î,³Ò²Ö¥Lªº¦Õ¦·, ¹Á¸Õ®·®»¦r¡C
He couldn't quite make it out, but he was certain that what she was singing
was *NOT* 'rocked'. / ¥LµLªk¬Û·í¤F¸Ñ¥¦, ¦ý¬O¥L¬O½T©wªº¡A¦o¥¿¦b°Û¤°»ò¬O *¤£*'·n°Ê'.
"You said you sleep better if you have someone with you,"
Katze began. Kai peered up at him from her nest beneath the spruce tree.
He had found her there, huddled up out of the wind, her hands busy on
her laptop. It amazed him the places she decided to hole up in. / "
§A»¡¡A¦pªG§AÀH¨¦³¬Y¤H¡A§A§óºÎı",Katze ¶}©l¡C Kai ¾®µø¦b¥L¤W±±q¦oªº±_¦b»á¬°°®²bªº¾ð¤§¤U¡C ¥L¤w¸g¦b¨º¸Ìµo²{¦oªº,
±ÀÀ½¦b¥Ñ©ó·¡A¦oªº¤â¦b¦oªº½¥¤W«¬¹q¸£¤W¦£µÛ¤W±¡C ¥¦¨Ï¥L¦YÅå¤F¦a¤è¦o¨M©w«õ¬}¦b¤W±¡C
"Are you offering?" she said finally. He blushed and looked
away. / " §A¥¿¦b´£¨Ñ"? ¦o³Ì«á»¡¡C ¥LÁy¬õ¦Ó¥B¬ÝÂ÷¶}¡C
"..forget i said anything..." / ".¡C§Ñ°O i »¡¤F¥ô¦ó¨Æ¡C¡C¡C"
"Katze Berg, Katze Berg, riding through the sky. / "Katze
¦B¤s¡A Katze ¦B¤s,ÃM¹L¤ÑªÅ¡C
Katze Berg, Katze Berg, with his lord Sosai / Katze ¦B¤s¡A Katze ¦B¤s,ÂǥѥLªº²ÎªvªÌ
Sosai
He steals from the rich and gives to the poor / ¥L°½±q¨º´I¦³ªº¦Ó¥Bµ¹³h½a¤H
Katze Berg... Katze Berg... Katze Berg..." / Katze ¦B¤s¡C¡C¡C Katze ¦B¤s¡C¡C¡C
Katze ¦B¤s¡C¡C¡C"
Oh now this was going to be interesting. He knew how the Dennis / ®@²{¦b³o¥¿¦b¥h¬O¦³½ìªº¡C
¥Lª¾¹D¦p¦ó¤¦¥§´µ
Moore sketches went, getting progressively.. snarkier. Oh well, it still
made him laugh. He had little enough of that. / ¼¯º¸¯À´y¥h,º¥¶i¦a±o¨ì¡C¡C snarkier¡C
®@«Ü¦n¦a¡A¥¦¤´µM¨Ï¥L¯º¡C ¥L¨¬°÷¨º¦³¤F¤@ÂIÂI¡C
Kai had approached him late in the day, the previous night. She had explained
a few things to him; he had explained a few things to her. / Kai ¤w¸g¦b¨º¤Ñ¤º±ß±µªñ¥L,«e¤@Ó©]±ß¡C
¦o¤w¸g¸ÑÄÀ¤@¨Ç¨Æª«µ¹¥L; ¥L¤w¸g¸ÑÄÀ¤@¨Ç¨Æª«µ¹¦o¡C
Finally, they reached an agreement. Then, they went to bed. / ³Ì«á¡A¥L̹F¦¨¤F¨óij¡C
µM«á,¥L̤W§ÉºÎı¡C
She was as she had described herself. Within minutes of their getting
comfortable, she had glommed onto him, fitting herself against him in
his half-fetal position. Her arm had wrapped around his waist. / ·í¦o¤w¸g´yz¦o¦Û¤vªº®ÉÔ¡A¦o¬O¡C
¦b¼Æ¤ÀÄÁªº¥L̫ܵΪA¸Ì±¡A¦o¦b¥L¤§¤W¦³¤F glommed, ¾A©yªº¦o¦Û¤v¤Ï¹ï¥L¦b¥Lªº¤@¥b- L¨àªº¦ì¸m¤¤¡C ¦oªº¤âÁu¤w¸g¦b¥Lªº¸y³¡©P³ò¥]¸Ë¡C
Snuggle-monster, indeed, he had thought. Oh well..as long as she got some
decent rest.... / ®Áªñ-©Çª«,ªº½T¡A¥L¤w¸g·Q¡C ®@´é¥X¡C¡C¥un¦o±o¨ì¤F¤@¨Ç¬Û·í¦nªº¥ð®§....
The question had remained, of how the bed would be in the presence of
two sheet-stealers, both of whom had a tendancy to wrap themselves up
like caterpillars. That question had been answered upon his waking this
morning. / °ÝÃD¤w¸g«O«ù, §É±N·|¦p¦ó¬O¦b¤G±i¤§«e-stealers, ¨âªÌ½Ö¦³¤F tendancy ¹³¤òÂΤ@¼Ë¦V¤W¥]¸Ë¥L̦ۤv¡C
¨º¤@Ó°ÝÃD¦b¥L¤µ¤Ñ¦±á¥s¿ô¤§¤W¤w¸g³Q¦^µª¡C
His arms were around her, his cheek resting on the crown of her head.
She was burrowed into his chest, her arms wrapped tightly about his ribs.
She had drawn one of his thighs between her legs, wrapping her own calves
about his, so that they were quite thoroughly intertwined. His morning
erection was trapped between their bodies and beginning to pain him. He
tried to extricate himself.. / ¥Lªº¤âÁu¬O¦b¦o©P³ò,¥Lªº°±¯d¦b¦oªºÀY³»¤W ªºÀU¡C ¦o¶i¤J¥Lªº¯Ý¤§¤º³Q±¸¬}¥Þ,¦oªº¤âÁuºòºò¦aÃö©ó¥Lªº¦Ø°©¥]¸Ë¡C
¦o¤w¸gµe¦b¦oªº»L¤§¶¡ªº¥L¤j»L¤§¤@,Ãö©ó¥Lªº¥]³òk down on ¦o¦Û¤vªº¤p¤û,©Ò¥H¥L̬۷í¹ý©³¦a³QªÈÄñ¡C ¥Lªº¦±áª½¥ß¦b¥L̪º¨Å餧¶¡³Q§x¦í¦Ó¥B¶}©l¨Ï¥LµhW¡C
¥L¸ÕµÛ¨Ï¸Ñ²æ¥L¦Û¤v¡C¡C
..and discovered that they had indeed cocooned themselves -together! They
were sausage-rolled together, bound up in the blankets which both of them
had mangled around them. His foot was tied to hers, beginning to lose
circulation. Eventually he untangled himself, finding that he had been
bound by her panties. / ¡C¡C¦Ó¥Bµo²{¤F¥L̤w¸g³Qªº½Tõ¥L̦ۤv -¤@°_! ¥L̤@°_¬O»¸z±²ªº, ¬ù§ôªº¦V¤W¦b¥L̨âÓ³£¤w¸g¦b¥LÌ©P³ò¶Ã¤Áªº¤ò´à¤¤¡C
¥Lªº¸}³Qô¨ì¦oªº, ¶}©l¥¢¥h´`Àô¡C ³Ì«á¥L¸Ñ¶}ªÈµ²¤F¥L¦Û¤v,µo²{¥L¤w¸g¬O¦oªº¿ÇÄû½d³ò¡C
Where his briefs had disappeared to was anybody's guess: He stood mother-naked
at the foot of the bed. As soon as he had succeeded in untangling himself
from the bedclothes Kai had burrowed herself deeper and was lost to sight.
/ ¥LªººKn¤w¸g®ø¥¢¬O¥ô¦ó¤H²q´úþ¸Ì: ¥L¯¸µÛ¤F¥À¿Ë- ¨ª»rªº¦b§É¤U¤è¡C ¤@¥¹¥L¤w¸g³Q¦¨¥\±q§ÉçE¹ì¨ã Kai ¸Ñ¶}ªÈµ²¥L¦Û¤v¤w¸g§ó²`¤J¦a±¸¬}¥Þ¦o¦Û¤v¨Ã¥B³Q¥¢¥h¬Ý¨£¡C
His back still ached, but in a different way. It had occurred to him on
the way to the office that he hadn't had any nightmares. / ¥LªºI³¡¤´µMµh, ¦ý¬O¥H¤@¤£¦Pªº¤è¦¡¡C
¥¦¤w¸g¦b«e©¹¿ì¤½«Çªº³~¤¤¹ï¥Lµo¥Í¡A¥L¨S¦³¥ô¦óªº¹ÚÆL¡C
"Katze Berg, Katze Berg, dum dum dum the night / "Katze ¦B¤s¡A
Katze ¦B¤s, dum dum dum ©]±ß
Katze Berg, Katze Berg, dum de dum dum plight / Katze ¦B¤s¡A Katze ¦B¤s,dum
de dum dum ±¡ªp
He steals dum dum dum / ¥L°½ dum dum dum
And dum dum dum dee / ¦Ó¥B dum dum dum D ¦r
Katze dum... Katze dee.. dum dum dum" / Katze dum¡C¡C¡C Katze D ¦r¡C¡C
dum dum dum"
"No no no! It's not dum, you're dum, you're supposed to be singing
la la la!" / " ¨S¦³¨S¦³¤£! ¥¦¤£¬O dum,§A¬O dum,§AÀ³¸Ó°Û la la la!"
Kai had slept very well and was much more alert than usual. She was
still tired, claiming that she hadn't been able to get properly back to
sleep after he had left. The thought warmed Katze's heart. / Kai ¤w¸gºÎ±o«Ü¦n¨Ã¥B¬O§ó¦hĵ§Ù¶W¹L¥±`ªº¡C
¦o¤´µM«Ü¯h²Ö,«ÅºÙ¦o¤w¸g³Q¤£¯à°÷¾A·í¦a¦V«á¦a±o¨ì¦b³Q¦³¥ªÃ䪺¥L¤§«áºÎı¡C ·Qªk·Å·x¤F Katze's ªº¤ß¡C
They continued to share a bed. Though Katze still felt uncomfortable with
another body in the bed, he had to admit he wasn't having any nightmares.
Things got uncomfortably hot sometimes (Kai put out a lot of heat, for
all she was all the time cold) and the morning sausage roll was even more
fun to untangle with Kai's habit of glomming onto his legs, but he grew
more accustomed to it. Having a full, uninterrupted night's sleep was
worth it. / ¥LÌÄ~Äò¤À¨É¤@±i§É¡C ÁöµM Katze ¤´µM¹ï§Éªº¥t¤@Ó¨Åé·P¨ì¤£µÎªA¡A¦ý¬O¥L¥²¶·©Ó»{¥L¨S¦³¦b¦³¥ô¦óªº¹ÚÆL¡C ¨Æª«¤£µÎªA¦a¼ö¦a¦³®É
( Kai º¶·À³\¦h¼ö, ¬°¥þ³¡¦o©l²×«Ü´H§N) ±o¨ì¡A¦Ó¥B¦±á»¸z±²ª«¬O¥H Kai's ªº glomming ªº²ßºD¦b¥Lªº»L¤§¤W¸Ñ¶}ªÈµ²ªº¬Æ¦Ü§ó¦hªº¼Ö½ì¡A¦ý¬O¥LÅܱo§ó²ßºD¤F¨ì¥¦¡C
¦³¥þ³¡, ¤£¶¡Â_ªº©]±ßºÎ¯vȱo¡C
Not that it wasn't without its price. Rumours flew around the / ¤£¨º¥¦¬O¤£¨S¦³¥¦ªº»ù®æ¡C
¶Ç»D¸¦b¨º©P³ò
Galactor grapevine, speculating about their leader's sexual relationship
with his attache. In fact, there was no such thing. That was one of the
things Kai had explained to him; one of the reasons she had invited no
one to share her bed was because of the sexual implications. She desired
no lover, only sleep and someone to cuddle. Katze had been relieved. He
had had too many curiousity seekers, too many offers of physical intimacy
with shallow intent. But being cuddled had its own appeal, its own addictiveness.
There was something nice about being held, with no expectations, no strings
attached. Even if she did make one prefer being female in the mornings...
/ Galactor ¸²µåÃÃ,²q´ú¥LÌ»â³Sªº©ÊÃö«Y¥Lªº¤j¨ÏÀHû¡C ¨Æ¹ê¤W,¨S¦³¦p¦¹ªº¨Æª«¡C ¨º¬O¨Æª« Kai ¤§¤@¤w¸g¹ï¥L¸ÑÄÀ; ²z¥Ñ¦o¤§¤@¤w¸gÁܽÐn¤À¨É¦oªº§É¨S¦³¤@Ó¦]¬°©Ê§t·N¡C
¦o¨S»Ýn·R¤H, ¥uºÎı©M¬Y¤H¼¾©ê¡C Katze ¤w¸g³Q´î»´¡C ¥L¤w¸g¦³¤Ó¦h curiousity ·j¯ÁªÌ,¦³²Lªº·N¹Ï¹ê»Ú¿Ë±Kªº¤Ó¦h´£Ä³¡C ¦ý¬O³Q¼¾©ê¦³¤F¥¦¦Û¤vªº¶DÄ@¡A¥¦¦Û¤vªº·|¥O¤H¤WÅ}¡C
¬ü¦nªºªF¦èÃö©ó³Q®³µÛ¡AÂǥѨS¦³´Á«Ý¡A¨S¦³½uªþ¤W¡C §Y¨Ï¦o½T¹ê¨Ï¤@°¾·R¦b¦±á¤k©Ê¡C¡C¡C
Not that his gender changing had been of the slightest importance to Kai.
Indeed, she made it almost fun: Sneaking out for a 'girls' night out'
became an event Katze looked forward to. They did them sporadically, not
often enough to attract attention. / ¤£¨º¥Lªº§ïÅÜ ªº©Ê§O¤w¸g¬O³Ì·L¤pªº«n¨ì Kai ¡C ªº½T¡A¦o´X¥G»s³y¤F¥¦¶}ª±¯º:
°½°½°k¨«ªº¦b¥~¬°¤@Ó '¤k«Ä' ¦b¥~ªº©]±ß' Åܦ¨¨Æ¥ó Katze ¬ß±æ¡C ¥LÌ°¸º¸µo¥Í¦a°µ¤F¥LÌ, ¤£®É±`¨¬°÷§l¤Þª`·N¡C
Kai wasn't the slightest bit curious as to his life, or the impact that
his gender changing had on it (or if she was, she hid it very well.) He
could converse with her, knowing she was understanding everything he said.
She accepted him fully, both male and female. He found that he felt comfortable
with her, a feeling which surprised him. / Kai ¤£¬O³Ì·L¤pªº¤@ÂIÂI¦n©_ªºÃö©ó¥Lªº¥Í¬¡ , ©Î½ÄÀ»¦b¥¦¤W¦³ªº¥L§ïÅÜ
ªº©Ê§O (©Î¦pªG¦o¬O,¦o§â¥¦Âño«Ü¦n)¡C ¥L¥i¥H©M¦o¥æ½Í, ³Õ¾Çªº¦o¥¿¦b¤F¸Ñ¥L»¡ªº¨C¥ó¨Æª«¡C ¦o§¹¥þ±µ¨ü¤F¥L,¨k¤H©M¤k©Ê¡C ¥Lµo²{¥L¹ï¦o·P¨ìµÎªA¡A¨Ï¥L¦YÅ媺·Pı¡C
"..nd I went to visit my girlfriend, at her house, and I was very
surprised!" / ".¡Cnd §Ú¥h«ô³X§Úªº¤kªB¤Í, ¦b¦oªº©Ð¤l¡A¦Ó¥B§Ú«D±`·P¨ìÅå³Y!"
Uh oh... / Uh ªí¥ÜÅå³Y¡C¡C¡C
"Why were you surprised?" the deejay asked. / "§A¬°¤°»ò·P¨ìÅå³Yªº"?
¼½©ñµ¼Öªº¤H°Ý¡C
"Well, I was very surprised, she has a big dick.." "A big..
oh a big DECK!" / "¶â¡A§Ú«D±`·P¨ìÅå³Y,¦o¦³¤@Ó¤jªºÄµ¹î¡C¡C" "¤j¡C¡C ªí¥ÜÅå³Y¤jªº¥ÒªO!"
"Yes, I was quite surprised. Her dick is even bigger than mine. /
"¬Oªº¡A§Ú¬Û·í·P¨ìÅå³Y¡C ¦oªºÄµ¹î¶W¹L§Úªº¬Æ¦Ü¬O¤ñ¸û¤jªº¡C
So I spent the evening sitting on her dick." / ¦]¦¹§Ú«×¹L¤F¦b¦oªºÄµ¹î¤Wªº±ß¤W®y¦ì¦w±Æ¡C"
"On her deck, I see..." / "¦b¦oªº¥ÒªO¤W¡A§Ú¬Ý¨£¡C¡C¡C"
The snickers went around the office. Sergio, the guy with the unidentifyable
accent, who managed to mangle the most innocent words into the most rude
innuendo. / ¨º¦Y¦Y¦a¯º¨«¨Ó¨«¥h¿ì¤½«Ç¡C Sergio,¦³µLªkÃѧOªº¤fµ³Ã¥ë,³]ªk¶Ã¤Á³ÌµL¸oªº¦r¶i³Ì²Ê¾|µL§ªº¿Ø¨ë¤§¤º¡C
"Does the man deejay actually have a name?" someone asked. /
"¨k¤H¼½©ñµ¼Öªº¤H¹ê»Ú¤W¦³¤@Ó¦W¦r¶Ü"? ¬Y¤H°Ý¡C
Katze shrugged, as did many other staffers.. As far as anyone knew, no.
/ Katze ÁqªÓ, ¦p¦P³\¦h¨ä¥Lªº±Ä³X°OªÌ¡C¡C ·í°µ»»»·¦a·í°µ¥ô¦ó¤Hª¾¹D,¸¹½X
Today, he was Dennis Moore. Apparently it had caught on. / ¤µ¤Ñ¡A¥L¬O¤¦¥§´µ¼¯º¸¡C
ÅãµM¦a¥¦¤w¸g©ú¥Õ¡C
Kai had been in early, much more alert than usual, and thus able to tinker
with the computer more effectively. Now it was almost acknowledging commands,
though it still interpreted a "change directory" command as
a request to play video games. / Kai ¬O¦b¦, §ó¦hĵ§Ù¶W¹L¥±`ªº, ©M¦p¦¹Áo©ú§ó¦³®ÄJ¶Ã¦aײz¹q¸£¡C
²{¦b¥¦¥¿¦b´X¥G©Ó»{«ü¥O,ÁöµM¥¦¤´µM¸ÑÄÀ¤F "§ïÅܥؿý" «ü¥O¦p¤@ӽШDª±¹qµø¹C¼Ö¾¹¡C
"Morning, Kai," Katze said as he passed. She grunted. / "¦±á,Kai",·í¥L³q¹Lªº®ÉÔ¡A
Katze »¡¡C ¦oó¡C
Wordlessly, she handed him a cup of tea, her eyes never leaving the screen.
He had several interviews scheduled, and wasn't looking forward to any
of them. They were all with various base captains and pit operators, none
of them particularly good company. / ¨HÀq¦a¡A¦o¶Ç»¼¤F¥L¤@ªM¯ù, ¦oªº²´·ú±q¤£Â÷¶}¿Ã¹õ¡C ¥L¦³¤F¹w©wªº¤@¨Ç±½Í,
¦Ó¥B¨S¦³¦b´Á±æ¥L̤§¤¤ªº¥ô¦ó¤@Ó¡C ¥LÌ¥þ³¡©M¦UºØ¤£¦Pªº´c¦H²îªø©M²`§|¾Þ§@ªÌ,¯S§O¦nªº¤½¥q¥L̨S¦³¤@Ó¦b¤@°_¡C
They bustled in and bustled out, spared only enough time to give their
reports and take their orders. Kai had gotten the computer to accept orders
again, and was busy rebuilding the databases. Katze passed her on his
way out the door, escorting another general to his car. She spared him
no glance. He breezed back in with yet another flunky. Wordlessly she
handed him a cup of soup, her eyes never leaving the screen. / ¥LÌ©b¦£¦b¦Ó¥B©b¦£¥X,¥u¼e®¤¤F¥R¨¬ªº®É¶¡µ¹¥L̪º³ø§i¦Ó¥B±a¥L̪º¦¸§Ç¡C
Kai ¤w¸g±o¨ì¹q¸£¦A¤@¦¸±µ¨ü©R¥O, ¦Ó¥B¬O¦£¸Lªº¦A«Ø¸ê®Æ®w¡C Katze ³q¹L¦o¦b¥X¥hªº³~¤¤ªù,Å@½Ã¥t¤W±N¨ì¥Lªº¨T¨®¡C ¦o¼e®¤¤F¥L¨S¦³¤@¿h¡C
¥L¦V«á¦a·L·¦b¥Ñ©ó¤´µM¥t¥~ flunky¡C ¨HÀq¦a¦o¶Ç»¼¤F¥L¤@ªM´ö, ¦oªº²´·ú±q¤£Â÷¶}¿Ã¹õ¡C
Finally the interviews were over and it was time to inspect the installation
again. Kai had finished rebuilding the databases and was running a utilty
program on the main drive. Wordlessly she handed him a bowl of noodles,
her eyes never leaving the screen. / ³Ì«á±½Í¬O¤W±ªº¡A¦Ó¥B¥¦¬O¸Ó¦A¤@¦¸Àˬd¦w¸Ëªº®ÉÔ¡C Kai ¤w¸g¦A«Ø¸ê®Æ®w§¹¨Ã¥B¥¿¦b¶]¦b¥Dnªº¾r¨®¤Wªº¤@Ó
utilty pµe¡C ¨HÀq¦a¦o¶Ç»¼¤F¥L¤@¸JÄѱø, ¦oªº²´·ú±q¤£Â÷¶}¿Ã¹õ¡C
On the way to the installation site, it occured to Katze to wonder from
where she was getting the food. / ¦b«e©¹¦w¸Ë¦ì¸mªº³~¤¤, ¥¦¹ï Katze ªº occured ÃhºÃ±q¦b¦o¥¿¦b±o¨ì¹ª«ªº¦a¤è¡C
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" Katze's scream was
cut short as a blast of cold water hit her full in the face. Laughing,
she swept her drenched hair out of her eyes, shucking off the water as
the log ride slowed to a stop. / "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"·í´H§N¤ôªº¯e·¸I¼²Áyªº¦o¥þ³¡ªº®ÉÔ¡A
Katze's ªº¦y¥sÁn³Q¤¤Â_¡C ¯º,¦o³Q±q¦oªº²´·ú²M±½¦oªº·Ã³zÀY¾v,shucking ¦b¤ô¥~¦p¶ê¤ì¼§¤´îºC¨ì¤@Ó°±¤î¡C
"Come on!" Kai cried as she helped Katze out, "The next
part's great. We've been washed, now we get spun dry!" And she dragged
her to the Mountain Express. / "µo¥Í "! ·í¦oÀ°§U Katze ªº®ÉÔ¡A Kai ú,"
¤U¤@Ó³¡¥÷¤j®v¡C §Ṳ́w¸g³Q¬~,²{¦b§Ú̱o¨ì´¦¨ªº°®!"¦Ó¥B¦o©ì©Ô¦o¨ì¤s§Ö»¼¡C
They had snuck away to the closing night at the amusement park outside
of town. It was half-price and would last until ten. / ¥LÌ snuck ¤§»·¦b«°Âíªº¹C¼Ö¶é¥~±¦³¨ìµ²§ô©]±ß¡C
¥¦¬O¤@¥b-©w»ù®æ¦Ó¥B±N·|«ùÄò¨ì¤Q¡C
Katze gazed at the Mountain Express ride as they stood in line. / ·í¥L̦b½u¤¤¯¸¥ßªº®ÉÔ¡A
Katze ª`µø¤s§Ö»¼¼§¤¡C
It was one of those simple rides that simply went faster and faster over
a circular track, with blaring music, and producing centrifugal force.
/ ¥¦¬O¨º¨Ç¥u¬O¨«¦a«Ü§ÖªºÂ²³æ¼§¤©M¤ñ¸û§Ö³tªº¦b¤@Ó¶ê§Îªºy¹D¤§¤W¤§¤@,¥Ñ©ó°ªÁn»ï¥sµ¼Ö, ¦Ó¥B²£¥ÍÂ÷¤ßªº¤O¶q¡C
They spent the next five minutes arguing about who was heavier, thus who
got to sit on the outside. Katze lost. / ¥L̫׹L¥¼¨Óªº¤¤ÀÄÁÅG½×½Ö¬O¤ñ¸û¨H«ªº, ¦p¦¹½Ö¶}©l§¤¦b¥~±¤W¡C
Katze ¥¢¥h¡C
Not that she minded in the slightest -- the centrifugal force, coupled
with Kai's weight against her (for all she had contorted herself to keep
herself on the inside -- part of the fun, she had said), the loud, insistant
music; Katze's mind buzzed. This was better than LSD! / ¤£¨º¦o¦³·Nªº¦b³Ì·L¤pªº¤¤ --
Â÷¤ßªº¤O¶q, ¥H¹ï§Ü¦oªº Kai's ªº«¶q¥[¿ ( ¬°¥þ³¡¦o¤w¸g§á¦o¦Û¤v¦b¤º³¡¤W«O¦s¦o¦Û¤v -- ¼Ö½ìªº³¡¥÷,¦o¤w¸g»¡),¤jÁnªÌ , insistant
µ¼Ö; Katze's ªº¤ßµo¥X¶ä¶äÁn¡C ³o¬O¤ñ LSD ¦nªº!
They went on the roller coaster, tried the fishing pond, pigged out at
the concessions, got all sticky with cotton candy, freaked out on the
Ocean Motion ride, got nauseous on the Mountain Scrambler... Katze tried
to recall a time when she had had as much sheer fun. / ¥LÌÄ~Äò¶i¦æºuµ©¹C¼Ö¨®,¹Á¸Õ¤F³¨³½¦À¶í,¦bÅý¨Bªº¥~½Þ,¥Ñ©ó´Öªá¿}©Ò¦³¤FÂHÂH,¦b¤j®ü¹B°Ê¼§¤¤WÅܱoµJÀê
,¦b¤s¤W¥O¤H§@¹Ã¤F¶g²vÂZ¶Ã¾¹¡C¡C¡C Katze ¸ÕµÛ¦p§ó¥[§¹¥þ¦³½ìªº¨ú®ø¦¸¦o¦ó®É¤w¸g¦³¡C
No memories came. / ¨S¦³°O¾Ð¨Ó¡C
Then it was time to leave, so the two women went and centrifuged their
brains again. / µM«á¥¦¬O¸ÓÂ÷¶}ªº®ÉÔ¡A¦]¦¹¡A¤GÓ¤k¤H¦A¤@¦¸¥h¦Ó¥BÂ÷¤ß¤ÀÂ÷¾÷¤F¥L̪º¸£¡C
Evening had long since fallen. Berg Katze sat on Kai's couch, drinking
her wine and relaxing after their day. Sosai X had been particular, again,
tearing strips off Katze's back for things she didn't understand. Kai
had rescued her, sneaking her away for another shopping expedition. This
one had had a purpose: Kai had figured out one of / ±ß¤W¦Û±q¸¨¤U¥H«á¤[¦³¡C ¦B¤s Katze
§¤¦b Kai's ªºªø´È¤W,³Ü¦oªº¸²µå°s¦Ó¥B¦b¥L̪º¤é¤l¤§«á©ñÃP¡C ¦A¤@¦¸ Sosai X ¤w¸g¬O¶µ¥Ø,¬°¦o¨S¦³¤F¸Ñªº¨Æª«¦b Katze's
ªºI±¥~§èµõªø±ø¡C Kai ¤w¸g±Ï¥X¦o, °½°½°k¨«ªº¦oÂ÷¶}¬°¥t¤@¦¸Áʪ«»·©º¡C ³o¤@Ó¤w¸g¦³¤@ӥتº: Kai ¤w¸g²z¸Ñ¤@
Katze's secrets -- she didn't know how to fit a bra. Kai had taught her,
and she had to admit, the new brassiere was a thousand times more comfortable.
Then they had gone to the amusement park. Katze could still feel the sugar
shock. / Katze's ªº¯µ±K -- ¦o¨S¦³ª¾¹D¸Ó¦p¦ó¾A¦X¤@¥ó¯Ý¸n¡C Kai ¤w¸g±Ð¦o¡A¦Ó¥B¦o¥²¶·©Ó»{, ·sªº¯Ý¸n¬O¤d¼§óµÎªAªº¡C
µM«á¥L̤w¸g¥h¹C¼Ö¶é¡C Katze ¥i¥H¤´µM·Pı¿}ÅåÀ~¡C
Over the past year she and Kai had grown closer than Katze had ever been
to anyone. This evening they had planned to turn in early: / ¦b¹L¥hªº¦~¥H¨Ó¦o©M
Kai ¤w¸gÅܤñ Katze ¾aªñ´¿¸g¤w¸g¬O¹ï¥ô¦ó¤H¡C ¤µ¤Ñ±ß¤W¥L̤w¸gpµe¤W§ÉºÎı«Ü¦:
It was three a.m., and they were still awake. / ¥¦¬O¤T¤W¤È¡A¦Ó¥B¥L̤´µM¬O¿ôªº¡C
They were talking. They talked about bras and makeup and the unique problems
of women. They talked about humour and laughter and the missing element
in both their lives. They talked about genius, its stereotypes, its meanings
and fallicies. They talked about trust and its violation. They talked
about Galactor. They talked about Sosai. / ¥LÌ¥¿¦bÁ¿¸Ü¡C ¥L̽ͽׯݸn©M¤ÆùÛ©M¤k¤Hªº¿W¯S°ÝÃD¡C
¥L̽ͽץL̪º¨âӥͩRªº«ÕÀq©M¯º©M¤£¨£ªº¤¸¯À¡C ¥L̽ͽפѤ~¡A¥¦ªº³¯µÄÀݽÕ,¥¦ªº·N¸q©M fallicies ¡C ¥L̽ͽ׫H¿à©M¥¦ªº¹H¤Ï¡C ¥L̽ͽ×
Galactor ¡C ¥LÌ½Í½× Sosai ¡C
Finally, they talked about themselves. / ³Ì«á¡A¥L̽ͽץL̦ۤv¡C
Katze had never felt so at ease with anyone, not enough to disclose what
she knew of her past. Whatever she could remember, she spoke of. Kai listened,
then responded with similar memories from her own life. They laughed,
cried, raged in fury -- Finally Katze wept her confusion over Sosai X's
expectations. / Katze ±q¥¼¦b¦w¶h³Q¥ô¦ó¤H³o»ò·Pı, ¤£¬O¥R¨¬´¦ÅS¦oª¾¹D¦oªº¹L¥h¡C µL½×¦o¥i¥H°O±o¤°»ò,¦o½Í¨ì¡C Kai
Å¥, µM«á¨ã¦³¨Ó¦Û¦o¦Û¤vªº¥Í¬¡¬Û¦üªº°O¾Ð¦^À³¡C ¥L̯º,ú, ¦b¼««ã¤¤µo«ã -- ³Ì«á Katze úª_¤F¦b Sosai X's ªº´Á«Ý¤Wªº¦o²V¶Ã¡C
If she were created to be a conqueror, why was she failing? / ¦pªG¦o³Q³Ð³y·í©ºªAªÌ,¦o¬°¤°»ò¥¢±Ñ?
That's easy -- Hitler, Genghis Khan, Ghadafi, Mozandias.. All of these
aspired to conquer the globe. Name one who succeeded. The world is a difficult
thing to conquer. / ¨º¬O®e©öªº -- §Æ¯S°Ç¡A Genghis ¥i¦½¡A Ghadafi ¡A Mozandias¡C¡C ³o¨Ç¥þ³¡³£¼ö±æ©ºªA¦a²y¡C
©R¦W¤H¦¨¥\¡C ¥@¬É¬O©ºªAªº¤@¥ó§xÃøªº¨Æª«¡C
But she was created specifically for that purpose. What was she doing
wrong? / ¦ý¬O¦o¹ï©ó¨º¤@ӥتº©ú½T¦a³Q³Ð³y¡C ¦o¥¿¦b¿ù»~°µ¤°»ò?
Nothing. She was doing nothing that wasn't to be expected of her. One
can only do what one is brought up to do. / ¨S¨Æ¡C ¦o¥¿¦b¤°»ò¤]¤£°µ¬O¤£¦o³Q´Á±æ¡C ¤@¤~¯à°µ¥Lªø¤j°µªº¡C
But she wasn't brought up. / ¦ý¬O¦o¤£³Q´£¥X¡C
My point. / §ÚªºÆ[ÂI¡C
But she was created to be the perfect human.. / ¦ý¬O¦o³Q³Ð³y·í§¹¬üªº¤HÃþ¡C¡C
How perfect? She uses drugs, not to get high, but to dull the pain of
Change. How perfect can she be if she would prefer to suffer a crampy,
bloody period rather than Change to male form? How perfect can she be
if the hormones from her previous form continue to affect her after Change,
until the new hormones are established? Nature could not create perfection.
/ ¦p¦ó¨Ï?§¹¬ü ¦o¨Ï¥ÎÃÄ,¤£n°ª, ¦ý¬O¨ì¿ð¶wªº§ïÅܵhW¡C ¦p¦ó§¹¦¨¦¡¯à¦pªG¦o±N·|°¾·R¾D¨ü crampy ¡A¦å¸{ªº®É´Á¡A¦o¬O¨Ã«D¨k©Êªº§Î¦¡§ïÅÜ?
¦p¦ó§¹¦¨¦¡¯à¦pªG¨Ó¦Û¦oªº¥ý«e§Î¦¡ªº²üº¸»X¦b§ïÅܤ§«áÄ~Äò¼vÅT¦o¡A¦o¬O,ª½¨ì·sªº²üº¸»X³Q«Ø¥ß? ¦ÛµMµLªk³Ð³y§¹¬ü¡C
No, Sosai X created her. / ¤£¡A Sosai X ³Ð³y¤F¦o¡C
Exactly. / §¹¥þ¡C
Sosai X was perfect. / Sosai X ¬O§¹¬üªº¡C
Was he? How so? He creates a conqueror, an ideal being, but fails to back
up his creation with the upbringing that would properly groom her. He
blunders into a world, fiddling with its lifeforms, without doing any
research into the nature of that lifeform or the societies it creates.
He creates a 'perfect' being, who suffers so badly from her miswired body
that she is all but insane from pain. / ¥L¬O¶Ü? ¦p¦ó¦p¦¹? ¥L³Ð³y¤@Ó©ºªAªÌ¡A²z·Qªº¦s¦b¦ý¬O¤£¤Î®æ¤ä«ù©M±N·|¾A·í¦aÁý°¨¦oªº±Ð¾i¥L³Ð³y¡C
¥L¶i¤J¤@Ó¥@¬É¤§¤º¥¢µ¦, ©Ô¤p´£µ^ªº¨ã¦³¥¦ªº lifeforms,¤£°µ¥¦³Ð³yªº²`¤J¹ï¨º lifeform ªº©Ê½è¥ô¦óªº¬ã¨s©ÎªÀ·|¡C ¥L³Ð³y
'§¹¬üªº' ¦s¦b, ¦s¦b¾D¨ü¦p¦¹ªºÄY«¦a±q¦oªº miswired ¨Åé¥HP©ó¦o±qµhW´X¥G¬O±wºë¯«¯fªº¡C
Sosai makes the mecha, masterminds the plans to conquer Earth -- how is
it that Sosai has not accomplished this? How can he blame the failure
of his creation when the failure is all his? / Sosai »s³y mecha, «ü¾Ép¹º©ºªA¦a²y
-- ¥¦¦n¶Ü Sosai ¦³¤£¬O§¹¦¨³o? ·í¥¢±Ñ¬O¥L©Ò¦³ªº®ÉÔ¡A¥L¦p¦ó¯à³d³Æ¥Lªº³Ð³y¥¢±Ñ?
Through the telepathic link formed with Berg Katze, Sosai X listened.
He kept himself silent, so as not to alert Katze. / §¹¦¨ªººë¯«·PÀ³³Nªº³sµ²¥H¦B¤s Katze
§Î¦¨,Sosai X Å¥¡C ¥L«O«ù¥L¦Û¤v¨HÀq, ¦]¦¹¦P¼Ë¦a¤£n´£¿ô Katze¡C
--Thank you for pointing out my errors, Ci\rean Mo\rag Mharagorm. / --ÁÂÁ§A«ü¥X§Úªº¿ù»~,Ci\¦A
Mo\Ù^Ùg Mharagorm¡C
It is such a pity that you will not live to see them corrected. / §A±N¤£©~¦í¨£¬O¦p¦¹ªº¤@¿ò¾Ñ¥HP©ó¥Ļ勵¡C
--You are very correct, the failure is mine. I had misjudged these Terrans,
thinking them to be stupid and easily conquered, since they rely on fleshly
forms for their lives. Stupid they are, but stubbornly so. You have made
my error clear to me. / --§A«D±`¥¿½T, ¥¢±Ñ¬O§Úªº¡C §Ú¤w¸g§PÂ_¿ù»~³o¨Ç Terrans, ·Q¥L̬O·MÄøªº¨Ã¥B®e©ö¦a©ºªA,¦Û±q¥L̬°¥L̪º¥Í©R¥õ¿à¦×Å骺ªí®æ¤§«á¡C
·MÄøªº¥L̬O, ¦ý¬O¹x©T¦a¦p¦¹¡C §A¤w¸g¹ï§Ú¨Ï§Úªº¿ù»~²M·¡¡C
--I do not know how you came to be in Galactor. I do not know how you
came to be so high up in its ranks. I have tried to weed out all of you
humans with naturally high intellects -- I do not want you to contaminate
my beloved Katze. Yet that is what you have done, Ci\rean / --§Ú¤£ª¾¹D§A¦p¦ó¨Ó¦b
Galactor ¤¤¡C §Ú¤£ª¾¹D§A¦p¦ó¨Ó¦b¥¦ªº±Æ¦W¤¤¦V¤W¬O¦p¦¹°ª¡C §Ú¤w¸g¹Á¸Õ°£¥h§A¥þ³¡¤HÃþ¥Ñ©ó¦ÛµM°ª´¼¤O -- §Ú¤£·Qn§A§Ë¦Ã§Úªº¤ß·R Katze
¡C ¤´µM¨º¬O§A©Ò¤w¸g°µªº¡A Ci\¦A¤@
Mharagorm. Now you have sown the seeds of doubt in my beloved pet's mind.
I cannot have that. My Katze must believe himself to be the superior being,
must believe in his destiny as emperor of Earth. / Mharagorm¡C ²{¦b§A¤w¸g¼½ºØ§Úªº¤ß·RÃdª«ªº¤ßÃhºÃªººØ¤l¡C
§Ú¯à°÷¨S¦³¨º¡C §Úªº Katze ¤@©wn¬Û«H¥L¦Û¤v¬OÀu¶Vªº¦s¦b,¤@©wn¬Û«H¥Lªº©R¹B¦p¦a²yªº¬Ó«Ò¡C
Because he believes it, because I have created him, he must believe in
me. I will not have you casting doubt upon me, Ci\rean Mharagorm. / ¦]¬°¦]¬°§Ú¤w¸g³Ð³y¥L¡A©Ò¥H¥L¬Û«H¥¦,¥L¤@©wn¬Û«H§Ú¡C
§Ú±N¨S¦³¦b§Ú¤§¤W§ëÃhºÃªº§A , Ci\¦A Mharagorm¡C
--I will not bear your insults. I will not tolerate your dissension. I
will not sit with your corruption of my pet. I have tried to turn him
from your favour, pointing out to him your laziness and ineptitude. Your
skill with that computer, the fact that you have no equal in this, has
been your savior. But soon, even you shall make a mistake. / --§Ú±N¤£§Ô¨ü§Aªº«V°d¡C
§Ú±N¤£¼e®e§Aªº·N¨£¤£¦X¡C §Ú¥H§ÚªºÃdª«§A»G±Ñ±N¤£§¤¡C §Ú¤w¸g¹Á¸Õ±q§Aªº¦n·NÂà¥L,¹ï¥L«ü¥X§Aªº«å´k©M¤£¾A·í¡C ¥Ñ©ó¨º¤@³¡¹q¸£¡A§A¨S¦³³o¸Ìªº¹ï¤â¨Æ¹êªº§A§Þ³N,¤w¸g¬O§Aªº±Ï§UªÌ¡C
¦ý¬O«Ü§Ö¡A¬Æ¦Ü§A±N¥Ç¿ù¡C
--I shall be watching. / --§Ú±N¬Ý¡C
"Weird Al Yankovic, ladies and gentlemen, how about that? He's
been dead for close to 200 years but that hasn't stopped him from writing
those parodies..." / "©Ç²§ªº Al Yankovic ¡A²Q¤k©M²Ô¤h,¨º«ç»ò¼Ë? ¥L¤w¸g¹ïµ²§ô¦º¨ì
200 ¦~¦ý¬O¨S¦³ªý¤î¥L¼g¨º¨Ç¥´ªo¸Ö¤å¡C¡C¡C"
There were snickers around the bullpen area. Katze had to pull another
all-nighter and, as usual, it was made much more bearable by the duo of
Unicorn Progress and... Berg Katze. Yep, the male deejay had dubbed himself
yet again. / ¨º¸Ì¬O¦b¤ûÄæ°Ï°ìªº©P³ò¦Y¦Y¦a¯º¡C Katze ¥²¶·©Ô¥t¥~³q®dªº©M, ¹³©¹±`¤@¼Ë¡A¥¦³Q¿W¨¤Ã~¶i¨Bªº¤G«°Û§Ë±o§ó¥[¥i§Ô¨üªº©M¡C¡C¡C
¦B¤s Katze¡C Yep,¨k©Êªº¼½©ñµ¼Öªº¤H¤w¸g¦A¤@¦¸¤´µM°tµ¥L¦Û¤v¡C
"AhhhhAHHHHHHAhhhhhahhhahhahhahhhhhhhh....." they sang, "That's
right, people, today is the 200th anniversary of the premiere of Star
/ "AhhhhAHHHHHHAhhhhhahhhahhahhahhhhhhhh....."¥LÌ°Û ", ¨º¬O¥¿½Tªº,¤H,¤µ¤Ñ¬O²Ä
200Ó¶g¦~ªº¬Pº¬M
Trek" "200 years, and you know, it's STILL in reruns."
/ ¨¯Wªºªø³~®È¦æ" "200 ¦~¡A¦Ó¥B§Aª¾¹D,¥¦¤´µM¬O¦b¦A¬M¤¤" ¡C
"Along with all 16 of its daughter shows.." / "³s¦P¥¦ªº¤k¨àªíºt¤¤ªº©Ò¦³
16³õ¤@°_¡C¡C"
"Can't keep a good thing down." / "¤£¯à«O¦s¤@¥ó¦n¨Æª«åP¸¨" ¡C
There was a pause. / ¦³¤¤¤î¡C
"Unicorn, quit staring at me like that." Giggles from the night
staff. / " ¿W¨¤Ã~, Â÷¶}¨nµÛ¬Ý§Ú³ßÅw¨º". ±q©]±ß¾û°_¦Y¦Y¦a¯º¡C
"Now there's a good character. Q. I thought that was a good character."
"I have to agree with you there, not-Berg, I thought" / "²{¦b¦³¤@Ó¦n©Ê®æ¡C
Q¡C §Ú·Q¤F¨º¬O¦n©Ê®æ¡C" " §Ú¥²¶·¦P·N§A¦b¨º¸Ì,¤£-¦B¤s,§Ú·Q"
"NOT-BERG! That's in Bul-geh-ria!" / "¤£-¦B¤s! ¨º¦b Bul ¤¤-geh-ria!"
There was another pause. / ¦³¥t¥~¤¤¤î¡C
"That planet's off the table en-tahr-ly and into soombody's pahnt
of Berg. It's never Berg, is it, its always WHIIIIIINE. 'What flavour
of milkshake would you like?' 'Berg'.. Unicorn, you're turning funny colours
there..." / " ¨º¦b®à¤l¥~ªº¦æ¬P«ö-tahr- ly ©M¶i¤J soombody's ªº¦B¤s pahnt ¤§¤º¡C
¥¦±q¤£¬O¦B¤s, ¬O¥¦, ¥¦ªºÁ`¬O WHIIIIIINE¡C '§A±N·|³ßÅw¤°»ò milkshake ªº´þ¨ý?'' ¦B¤s'.¡C ¿W¨¤Ã~,§A¥¿¦b¨º¸ÌÂà¦n¯ºªºÃC¦â¡C¡C¡C"
"Piss off" / "¨«¶}¤p«K"
More giggles came in through the door. / §ó¦h¦Y¦Y¦a¯º¸g¹Lªù¶i¨Ó¡C
"..f a Q were half a Q, must ipso facto half not Q..Fiddle dee dee...
Fiddle dee doo.. Sosai the Half-A-Q.." / ".¡Cf a Q ¤@¥b¦a¬O a Q,
¥²¶· ipso ¨Æ¹ê¤W¤@¥b¦a¤£ Q¡C¡Cµê«×®É¥ú D ¦r D ¦r¡C¡C¡C µê«×®É¥ú D ¦r doo ¡C¡C Sosai ¤@¥b-¤@-Q¡C¡C"
This solicited a burst of laughter. But someone was listening, and it
wasn't funny at all. / ³o½Ð¨D¤F¯ºªº¯}µõ¡C ¦ý¬O¬Y¤H¥¿¦bÅ¥¡A¦Ó¥B¥¦¤@ÂI¤]¤£¬O¦n¯º¡C
They cuddled on her couch, staring at the tv set. / ¥L̦b¦oªºªø´È¤W¼¾©ê, ¨nµÛ¹qµø¾÷¬Ý¡C
"Kai?" / "Kai"?
"Yes?" / "¬Oªº"?
"Remember when we were talking about Sosai, and about me?" /
"·í§ÚÌ¥¿¦b½Í½× Sosai ªº®ÉÔ¡A°O±o, ©MÃö©ó§Ú"?
"Yes." / "¬Oªº".
"I don't." / " §Ú¤£".
"You don't remember that?" / "§A¤£°O±o¨º"?
"I remember that night. I don't remember much about the subjects
we discussed." / "§Ú¨º©]±ß°O±o¡C §Ú¤£°O±o«Ü¦h¦³Ãö¥DÃD§ÚÌ°Q½×¡C"
"Yes, I know." / "¬Oªº¡A§Úª¾¹D" ¡C
"You do? How?" / "§A°µ? ¦p¦ó?"
"It's in your song." / "¥¦¬O¦b§Aªººq¤¤" ¡C
"My song?" / "§Úªººq"?
"It's hard to explain. There are parts of you that record who you
are, what you do. You broadcast it, everything has its own song. / "¸ÑÄÀ¬O§xÃø¡C
¦³§Aªº³¡¥÷¬ö¿ý§A¬O½Ö,§A©Ò°µªº¡C §A¼s¼½¥¦,¨C¥ó¨Æª«¦³¥¦¦Û¤vªººq¡C
Your song is.. well.. corrupt." / §Aªººq¬O¡C¡C ´é¥X¡C¡C ¨Ï"
There was a pause. The newscaster continued to inform them about the jet
stream, and its effects on the current weather picture. / ¦³¤¤¤î¡C ·s»D¼s¼½ûÄ~ÄòÃö©ó¼Q®g®ð¬y
, ©M¦b²{¦bªº¤Ñ®ð·Ó¤ù¤Wªº¥¦®ÄªG§iª¾¥LÌ¡C
"I think they make me forget, Kai." / "§Ú»{¬°¥L̨ϧڧѰO¡A Kai"
¡C
"I think so too." / "§Ú¤]³o»ò»{¬°" ¡C
"Why would they do that?" / "¥L̬°¤°»ò±N·|°µ¨º"?
"You're Berg Katze.." / "§A¬O¦B¤s Katze ¡C¡C"
"So?" / "¦p¦¹"?
"You know much. Maybe too much. You're smarter than Sosai, I know
that. Maybe he knows that, and that's why you're kept in the dark. / "§A¦hª¾¹D¡C
¤]³\¤Ó¦h¡C §A¬O¤ñ Sosai Áo©úªº,§Úª¾¹D¨º¡C ¤]³\¥Lª¾¹D¡A¦Ó¥B¨º¬O§A¬°¤°»ò¦b¶Â·t¤¤³Q«O«ù¡C
If you were allowed to remember, you might use what you know against him."
/ ¦pªG§A³Q¤¹³\°O±o,§A¥i¯à¨Ï¥Î§Aª¾¹D¹ï§Ü¥Lªº¡C"
"But he wants me to be emperor of Earth.." / "¦ý¬O¥L·Qn§Ú¬O¦a²yªº¬Ó«Ò¡C¡C"
"Does he?" / "°µ¥L"?
There was another pause. A wan-looking woman urged them to purchase Dyno-Dent
tooth polish, for pearly pearly-whites. / ¦³¥t¥~¤¤¤î¡C ¤@Ӭݦü»a¥Õªº¤k¤H¶Ê«P¤F¥LÌÁʶR Dyno-¥W²ª¤ú¾¦¥ú¿A,
¬°¦è¬v±ù¤l¦è¬v±ù¤l-¥Õ¦â¡C
"I don't want to forget you, Kai." / "§Ú¤£·Qn§Ñ°O§A,Kai".
"Do you think you will?" / "§A»{¬°§A¨M·N¶Ü"?
"Yes.. I don't know how I know, but I do." / "¬Oªº¡C¡C §Ú¤£ª¾¹D§Ú¦p¦óª¾¹D¡A¦ý¬O§Ú°µ¡C"
"I've known it for a while. Sosai doesn't like me." "I
know. He tells me I should kill you. He tells me I shouldn't waste my
time with you, nor waste Galactor's time with your illness." / "§Ú¤w¸gª¾¹D¥¦¤@°}¤l¡C
Sosai ¤£³ßÅw§Ú¡C" "§Úª¾¹D¡C ¥L§i¶D§Ú§ÚÀ³¸Ó±þ§A¡C ¥L§i¶D§Ú§Ú¤£©M§A®ö¶O§Úªº®É¶¡, ¤]¤£¥Î§Aªº¯e¯f®ö¶O¼oª« Galactor's
ªº®É¶¡¡C"
"Good thing I know that computer, isn't it?" / " ¦n¨Æª«§Úª¾¹D¨º¤@³¡¹q¸£,
¥¦¤£¬O"?
"B.a.c..k.u.p..d.i.s.k.ettes..." Katze sang, then smiled. The
smile vanished, to be replaced by two crystal tears, "I don't want
to forget you." / "B.a.c¡C¡Ck.u.p¡C¡Cd.i.s.k.ettes¡C¡C¡C"Katze
°Û,µM«á·L¯º¡C ·L¯º®ø¥¢, ³Q´À´«¤G¤ô´¹²\ºw,"§Ú¤£·Qn§Ñ°O§A" ¡C
Kai hesitated, then appeared to make a decision. / Kai µS¿Ý, µM«á¦ü¥G§@¨M©w¡C
"Look at me, Berg..." / "¬Ý§Ú,¦B¤s¡C¡C¡C"
--Berg Katze, I will no longer tolerate the presence of that radio station.
They are irreverant, disrespectful, and gauche. You will find the people
who run it, and you will destroy them-- / --¦B¤s Katze,§Ú±N¤£¦A¼e®e¨º¤@Ó¼s¼½¹q¥xªº¥X²{¡C
¥L̬O irreverant,¥¢Â§ªº, ©M²Â©åªº¡C §A±Nµo²{¶]¥¦ªº¤H¡A¦Ó¥B§A±N¯}Ãa¥LÌ--
"But, Sosai-sama, what have they done that could distress you so?"
/ "¦ý¬O,Sosai-sama, ¥LÌ°µ¨º¤F¤°»ò¥i¥H¦p¦¹¨Ï§AW´o"?
--'Sosai the Half-A-Q'?? What kind of nonsense is that?? Am I expected
to take such insults? And they insult my greatest creation, my / --'Sosai
¤@¥b - ¤@ - Q'?? ¨º¬O¤°»òÃþ«¬ªºµL·N¸qªº¨Æ?? §Ú¬O´Á±æ±a¦p¦¹ªº«V°d? ¦Ó¥B¥L̶ƺCµL§§Ú³Ì¦nªº³Ð³y,§Úªº
Berg Katze! How is it that you can take such insults as they have dished
out at you?? You are a genius, you are a conquoror, you are / ¦B¤s Katze!
¥¦¦n¶Ü§A¯à±a¦p¥L̪º«V°d¦³¤¤¥Wªº¦b¥~¦b§A?? §A¬O¤Ñ¤~,§A¬O conquoror,§A¬O
Leader of Galactor! Yet you laugh as you are mocked! Where is your brain??--
/ Galactor ªº»â³S! µM¦Ó·í§A³Q¼J§Ëªº®ÉÔ¡A§A¯º! §Aªº¸£¦bþ¸Ì??--
Buzzed it out on the Mountain Express, Katze thought rebelliously, then
quelled it lest Sosai hear. / ¦b¤s§Ö»¼¤Wªº¥~µo¥X¶ä¶äÁn¥¦,Katze ³y¤Ï¦a·Q, µM«áÀ£¨î¥¦¥H§K Sosai
Å¥¨ì¡C
--What possible excuse could you offer that would persuade me to spare
their miserable lives?-- / -- §A¥i¥H´£¨Ñ¤°»ò¥i¯àªºÂǤf¨º±N·|ÄU§Ú¼e®¤¥L̪º´dºG¥Í©R?--
"They make me laugh.." / "¥L̨ϧگº¡C¡C"
--Then it is the laughter of idiocy, unworthy of my creation! / --µM«á¥¦¬O¥Õ誺¯º,
¤£È±oªº§Ú³Ð³y!
Unworthy of Galactor!-- / ¤£È±oªº Galactor!--
"It makes getting up at four am a lot easier.." / " ¥¦»s³y¦b¥|ÂIÄÁ°_§É¬O«Ü¦h¤ñ¸û®e©ö¡C¡C"
--If you find it so unbearable then you are weak! I do not believe this,
everything you say proves you to be weak, unworthy of my love, unworthy
of the gifts that I would give you! Are you a fool, / --¦pªG§AµM«áµo²{¥¦¦p¦¹µLªk§Ô¨ü
, §A¬O®zªº! §Ú¤£¬Û«H³o,§A»¡ªº¨C¥ó¨Æª«ÃÒ©ú§A¹ï§Úªº·R¬O®zªº, ¤£È±oªº, ¤£È±oªºÂ§ª«§Ú±N·|µ¹§A! ¬O§A¤@Ó·M¤H,
Katze? Are you as stupid as the humans you command? Did I make you a superbeing
only to have you laughing at the japery of imbeciles? / Katze? §A¬O¹³¤HÃþ¤@¼Ëªº·MÄø§A©R¥O¶Ü?
§Ú¥u¨Ï§A¦¨¬° superbeing ¦b§C¯àªÌªº japery ¦³§A¯ºµÛ¶Ü?
Well??-- / ¦nªº??--
Katze said nothing. / Katze ¤°»ò¤]¤£»¡¡C
--You are a fool, I am sorry I ever made you. Find that radio station
and kill the operators. Do not fail me, Berg Katze.- "...hai....sosai
x-sama..." / --§A¬O·M¤H, ¹ï¤£°_§Ú´¿¸g»s³y¤F§A¡C µo²{¨º¤@Ó¼s¼½¹q¥x¦Ó¥B±þ¾Þ§@ªÌ¡C ¤£n¥¢±Ñ§Ú,¦B¤s Katze¡C-
".¡C¡Chai....sosai x-sama¡C¡C¡C"
After Katze had left, Sosai X placed a special call. / ¦b¦³¥ªÃ䪺 Katze ¤§«á¡A
Sosai X ©ñ¸m¤F¤@Ó¯S§Oªº©I¥s¡C
"Call the Tigris assassins," Katze said to Kai. His voice
was quiet, almost broken, "Have them locate the underground radio
station that broadcasts on frequency 7. The operators are to be terminated.
/ "¥´¹q¸Üµ¹©³®æ¨½´µªe·t±þªÌ",Katze ¹ï Kai »¡¡C ¥LªºÁnµ¬O¦wÀR,´X¥G¥´¯},"Åý¥L̳]¸m¦bÀW²v
7 ¤W¼s¼½ªº¦a¤U¼s¼½¹q¥x. ¾Þ§@ªÌ§Y±N³Qµ²§ô¡C
Tell them that if any Galactor men are involved in any way at all, they
shall die most horribly, both the men and the women who allowed their
involvment. Those people made life a lot easier for me, made me laugh.
/ §i¶D¥LÌ¡A¦pªG¥ô¦óªº Galactor ¨k¤H³Q¥H¥ô¦ó¤è¦¡¥þµM²o¯A,¥ḺN¦º±o³Ì¥i©È,¨º¨â¦ì¨k¤H©M¤¹³\¤F¥L̪º involvment ªº¤k¤H¡C
¨º¨Ç¤H¨Ï§Úªº¥Í¬¡«D±`¤ñ¸û®e©ö,¨Ï§Ú¯º¡C
I won't have them violated or tortured. The least I can give them is a
clean death." / §Ú±N¤£¹H¥Ç¥L̩Ϋþ°Ý¡C §Ú¯àµ¹ªº³Ì¤Ö¥L̬O¤@Ó°®²bªº¦º¤`¡C"
Kai looked at him and smiled. She kissed his cheek. Then she went to place
the order. / Kai ¬Ý¥L¦Ó¥B·L¯º¡C ¦o§k¤F¥LªºÀU¡C µM«á¦o¥h¤Uq³æ¡C
"The jig is up, the news is out, they've finally found me/ The
renegade who had it made is up on a bounty" / "±¶®æ»R¬O¦V¤Wªº,·s»D¥~¥X,¥L̳̫á¤w¸gµo²{§Ú/
I±ÐªÌ¥¦¤w¸g²Õ¦¨½Ö¦b¤@ÓºB´n¤W"
They knew. They had gone through their vaults and dug up every old good-bye
song they could find. Renegade. Last Dance. Pictures of / ¥L̪¾¹D¡C ¥L̤w¸g¸g¹L¥L̪º¤ÑªÅ¦Ó¥B«õ¦b¨C¤@¤W±Âªº¦A¨£ºq¥LÌ¥i¥Hµo²{¡C
I±ÐªÌ¡C ³Ì«á¸õ»R¡C ·Ó¤ù
You. Tell Laura I Love Her (Katze nearly hurled at that one.) / §A¡C §i¶DÅÚ©Ô§Ú·R¦o
(Katze ´X¥G¦b¨º¤@ӥΤO§ëÂY)¡C
"We're toast!" the male deejay cried (he was calling himself
the / " §Ú̬O·q°s"! ¨k©Êªº¼½©ñµ¼Öªº¤Hú ( ¥L¥¿¦bºÙ¥L¦Û¤v¨º
Grim Reaper), "We're history! They're closing us down!" / ¦º¯«),"§Ú̬O¾ú¥v!
¥LÌ¥¿¦b§â§ÚÌÃö³¬¤U¨Ó!"
"Yes thats right, we're gonners, and its all 'cause WE PISSED / "
¬Oªº¨ºÅv§Q,§Ú̬O gonners, ©M¥¦ªº©Ò¦³ ' ¤Þ°_§ÚÌ©Á«ãªº
OFF SOSAI X!!" / ¦b SOSAI X ¥~!!"
"Yep, you got it, Unicorn.. Hey! I got an idea! Why don't we tell
Sosai to go to hell.." <screek> "Go to hell <sha-la-la-la,sha-lalalala>
Go to hell <sha-la-la-la, shalalalala>" / "Yep,§A±o¨ì¤F¥¦,¿W¨¤Ã~¡C¡C
¶Ù! §Ú±o¨ì¤F¤@Ó·Qªk! §Ú̦󤣧i¶D Sosai ¥h¦aº»¡C¡C" <screek>" ¥h¦aº» <sha-la-la-la,sha-lalalala>
¥h¦aº» <sha-la-la-la,shalalalala>"
This had the entire night staff laughing, inspite of their tears. They
had gathered around the office radio, having a good-bye party in honour
of the soon-to-be-late Unicorn Progress and the Unknown / ³o¦³¤F¾ãÓªº©]±ß¾û¯º¡A¥L̪º²\ºw
inspite ¡C ¥L̤w¸g¦b¿ì¤½«Ç¦¬µ¾÷ªº©P³ò»E¶°, ¦³¤@¦A¨£§Y±N¬°- ¿ðªº¿W¨¤Ã~¶i¨B©M¨º¥¼ª¾¼Æªº¥úºaÄÒ
Deejay. / ¼½©ñµ¼Öªº¤H¡C
"There we are, the perfect way to tell the boss to go to hell."
/ "§Ų́º¸Ì, §¹¬üªº¤èªk§i¶D¦ÑªO¥h¦aº»".
"I like my boss, my boss is cool" / " §Ú³ßÅw§Úªº¦ÑªO, §Úªº¦ÑªO«Ü²D²n"
"Y'know what, I want a copy of that for my answering machine.. /
" Y'know ¤°»ò,§Ú¬°§Úªºµª¿ý¾÷·Qn¨ºªº¤@°Æ¥»¡C¡C
'I'm not at home right now so you can Go To Hell..'" / '§Ú¥ß¨è¤£¦b®a¡A¦p¦¹§A¯à¥h¦aº»¡C¡C'"
"Grimmy, you won't have a use for an answering machine in a couple
of minutes.." / "Grimmy,§A¦b¤@¨Ç¼Æ¤ÀÄÁ¤¤¬°¤@Óµª¿ý¾÷±N¨S¦³¤@ºØ¨Ï¥Î¡C¡C"
"You're so right! Hey! See that? Looks like one of the / "§A¬O¦p¦¹¥¿½T!
¶Ù! ¬Ý¨£¨º? ¬Ý°_¨Ó¹³¤@¨º
Tigris' mechas!" / Tigris' mechas!"
"Too right, Grim, looks like our number's about to be called. / "¤Ó¥¿½Tªº¡M§N»Åªº,¨ì³B¬Ý°_¨Ó¹³§Ú̪º¼Æ¦r¤@¼Ë³Q¥s°µ¡C
Hey, lets tell the boss to go to hell again!" / ¶Ù, Åý§i¶D¦ÑªO¦A¤@¦¸¥h¦aº»!"
"Go to hell <sha-la-la-la, shalalalala>.." / " ¥h¦aº»
<sha-la-la-la,shalalalala>.¡C"
The fax machine in Katze's office began to spew paper. He read it. / ¶Ç¯u¾÷¾¹¦b
Katze's ªº¿ì¤½«Ç¤¤¶}©l¦R¯È¡C ¥LŪ¥¦¡C
"Okay, its time for us to go now, so we're going to leave you with
Leonard Cohen's Closing Time," came the voice of Unicorn Progress.
/ " ¦n¡A¥¦ªº®É¶¡Åý§Ú̲{¦b¥h¡A¦]¦¹¡A§Ú̱Nn¯d¤U¹p¯Ç¬ì®¦µ²§ôÀç·~ªº®É¶¡µ¹§A",¨Ó¿W¨¤Ã~¶i¨BªºÁnµ¡C
Out in the office, sobs mingled with cheers. / ¦b¿ì¤½«Ç¤¤ªº¥~¡A°ãª_¥H´r§Ö²V¦X¡C
The fax was a letter from Ci\rean. It revealed many things, including
her feelings for Katze, her recipe for upside-down cake, and her secret
way of knowing things she shouldn't have known. / ¶Ç¯u¬O¨Ó¦Û Ci\ rean ªº¤@«Ê«H¡C
¥¦Åã¥Ü¤F³\¦h¨Æª«,¬° Katze ¥]¬A¦oªº·Pı, ¦oªº¹Ãйï©óÄA˪º³J¿|, ©M¦oªº³Õ¾Ç¨Æª«ªº¯µ±K¤èªk¦oÀ³¸Ó¤£nª¾¹Dªº¡C
Like her death. / ¹³¦oªº¦º¤`¡C
Her death? / ¦oªº¦º¤`?
Ci\rean..Kirin..Unicorn.. / Ci\¦A¤@¡C¡CKirin¡C¡C¿W¨¤Ã~¡C¡C
Oh no... / ®@¸¹½X¡C¡C
*..and I loved you for your body.. and a voice that sounds like / *.¡C¦Ó¥B§Ú¬°§Aªº¨Åé·R§A¡C¡C
¦Ó¥B¤@ºØÅ¥°_¨Ó¹³ªºÁnµ
God to me declaring..* / ¤W«Ò¹ï§Ú«Å¥¬¡C¡C*
Katze's hands flew over the keyboard, his voice barking into the phone.
He was trying to get the location of the radio station, but the idiot
woman on the other end didn't seem to understand plain Japanese or / Katze's
ªº¤â¸¹LÁä½L,¥Lªº¶i¤J¹q¸Ü¤§¤º§p ªºÁnµ¡C ¥L¥¿¦b¹Á¸Õ±o¨ì¼s¼½¹q¥xªº¦aÂI, ¦ý¬O¦b¥t¤@ºÝ¤Wªº¥Õè¤k¤H¦ü¥G¤£¤F¸Ñ²³æªº¤é¥»»y©Î
English or any other language for that matter.. / ´N¨º¥ó¨Æ¦Ó½×ªº^°ê¤H©Î¥ô¦ó¨ä¥Lªº»y¨¥¡C¡C
*..declaring..* / *.¡C«Å¥¬¡C¡C*
He raced down the corridors of the office building, flying out towards
his private car. Maybe there was still time.. / ¥L¤ñÁɤU¨Ó¿ì¤½¤j¼Óªº¨«´Y,¦V¥Lªº¨p¤H¨T¨®¸¥X¡C
¤]³\¤´µM¦³®É¶¡¡C¡C
*..declaring that your body's really really really you..* / *.¡C¯uªº¯u¯u«Å¥¬¨º§Aªº¨Åé§A¡C¡C*
If he could get there in time, stop the asassins, get her away... / ¦pªG¥L¥i¥H¤Î®É¨ì¨ºùØ,°±¤î
asassins, Â÷¶}±o¨ì¦o¡C¡C¡C
*..and I loved you then when our love was best and I love you now there's
nothing left but sorrow and a sense of overtime..* / *.¡C¦Ó¥B·í§Ú̪º·R³Ì¦nªº®ÉÔ¡A§ÚµM«á·R§A¡A¦Ó¥B§Ú²{¦b·R§A³Ñ¤U¨S¨Æ¦ý¬O´d¶Ë©M¤@ÓÃB¥~®É¶¡·P¡C¡C*
Get her away, to where? To Gatchaman? They could take her to safety..
Away from Galactor.. away from Sosai.. / ±o¨ì¦oÂ÷¶}, ¨ì¦bþ¸Ì? ¨ì Gatchaman? ¥LÌ¥i¥H¹ï¦w¥þ±a¦o¡C¡C
»·Â÷ Galactor¡C¡C »·Â÷ Sosai¡C¡C
*..I've missed you since our place got wrecked by the winds of change
and the weeds of sex..* / *.¡C§Ú¤w¸g¦Û±q§Ú̪º¦a¤è¥H«á·Q©À§A±o¨ì³Q§ïÅܪº·©M©Ê§OªºÂø¯ó¯}Ãa¡C¡C*
He bolted through the bunker. The place was crawling with women. Sosai..
what are you doing to me? / ¥L¬¦í¹L¿U®Æ®w¡C ¦a¤è¥¿¦b©M¤k¤Hª¦¦æ¡C Sosai¡C¡C §A¥¿¦b¹ï§Ú°µ¤°»ò?
*..It looks like heaven but it feels like death..* / *.¡C¥¦¬Ý°_¨Ó¹³¤Ñ°ó¤@¼Ë¡A¦ý¬O¥¦·Pı¹³¦º¤`¡C¡C*
He had reached the broadcasting room. / ¥L¤w¸g¨ì¹F¼s¼½©Ð¶¡¡C
*..it's something in between I guess..* / *.¡C¥¦¬O¬Y¨Æ¦b§Ú²q´ú¤§¶¡¡C¡C*
Shots rang out. / ª`®gÅT¹ý¶³®d¡C
*..It's Closing Time..* / *.¡C¥¦¬Oµ²§ôÀç·~ªº®É¶¡¡C¡C*
He stared, oblivious to the confusion of the women asassins. He recognised
the man as a maintenance worker, one who had often borne the brunt of
his superiors' anger. His blood spread slowly over the console he was
slumped over. It dripped. / ¥Lª`µø, ©ö§Ñªº¹ï¤k¤H asassins ªº²V¶Ã¡C ¥L¿ë»{¥X¤F¨k¤H¦p¤@ÓºûÅ@¤u¤H,
¤H¤w¸g³Q®É±`§Ô¨ü¥LªºªøªÌ©Á«ã¡C ¥Lªº¦b¥L³Qµ²§ô²rµM±¼¸¨ªº±±¨îÂi¤§¤WºCºC¦a³Q¶Ç§Gªº¦å¡C ¥¦ºw¤U¡C
Her face was as it had always been, except for the small hole in the middle
of her forehead. / ¦oªºÁy¬O·í¥¦Á`¬O, °£¤F¤pªº¬}¥H¥~¦b¦oªº«eÃB¤¤¥¡¤¤¡C
Men approached Katze. Subliminally, he knew.. just *knew* why they were
there, what they had been ordered to do. / ¨k¤H±µªñ¤F Katze ¡C ¤U·NÃѦa¡A¥Lª¾¹D¡C¡C ¥¿ª½ªº
*ª¾¹D*¥L̬°¤°»ò¦b¨º¸Ì,¥LÌ©Ò¤w¸g³Q©R¥O°µªº¡C
He began to scream, to fight. He would not forget! / ¥L¶}©l¦y¥s, ¹ï§Ü¡C ¥L±N¤£§Ñ°O!
Kai watched, with blind eyes, as Katze was dragged away. / Kai ¬Ý,ÂǥѪ¼¥Øªº²´·ú,¦p¦P
Katze ³Q©ì©ÔÂ÷¶}¤@¼Ë¡C
Epilogue - part 1: The Private Journals of Eric Waide, attache to Berg
/ µ²»y - ²Ä 1 ³¡¥÷: ¦ã¤O§J Waide ªº¨p¤H¤é°O,¦B¤sªº¤j¨ÏÀHû
Katze-sama. / Katze-sama¡C
"I've completed the inventory of Ms. Maragorm's possessions, and
have secreted them away. The reports of the Tigris asassins has given
us much to go on. We're investigating as quietly as we can. / "§Ú¤w¸g§¹¦¨
Maragorm's ¤k¤h©Ò¦³ª«ªº¦s³f²M³æ, ¦Ó¥B¤w¸gÁô¯µ¥LÌÂ÷¶}¡C ©³®æ¨½´µªe asassins ªº³ø§i¤w¸gµ¹§Ú̫ܦhÄ~Äò¡C §ÚÌ¥¿¦b¾¨¥i¯à¦wÀR¦a½Õ¬d¡C
I'm not sure what happened to Katze-sama, any more than any one else.
But we keep remembering B.C. Island. If someone had tried to hypnotise
Katze-sama once, they might try it again. Protecting / §Ú¤£½T©w Katze µo¥Í¤F¤°»ò¨Æ-sama,§Oªº¥ô¦ó©ó¥ô¦óªº¡C
¦ý¬O§ÚÌÄ~Äò°O±o¦è¤¸«e®q¡C °²¦p¬Y¤H¹Á¸Õ¬I¶Ê¯v³N Katze- sama ´¿¸g¡A¥L̦A¤@¦¸¥i¯à¸Õ¥¦¡C «OÅ@
Katze-sama is our business -- I, like many of us in Katze's personal employ,
am loyal to Katze, not Galactor. / Katze- sama ¬O§Ú̪º¥Í·N -- §Ú,¹³ Katze's ªºÓ¤H¶±¥Îªº§Ṳ́§¤¤ªº³\¦h,¹ï
Katze ¦Ó¤£¬O Galactor ¬O©¾¸Ûªº¡C
Something happened between Ms. Maragorm and Katze-sama. I don't know what,
but I know he was happier. Why, I don't know -- Ms. Maragorm was never
friendly to any of us, especially me; she seemed very reclusive and antisocial.
For me, well.. I still have the scars. There had to have been another
side to her, though, and Katze-sama saw it. / ¬Y¨Æ¦b Maragorm ¤k¤h©M Katze ¤§¶¡µo¥Í-sama¡C
§Ú¤£ª¾¹D¤°»ò,¦ý¬O§Úª¾¹D¥L¬O¤ñ¸û§Ö¼Öªº¡C ¬°¤°»ò, §Ú¤£ª¾¹D -- Maragorm ¤k¤h±q¤£¹ï§Ṳ́§¤¤ªº¥ô¦ó¤@Ó¬O¤Í¦nªº, ¤×¨ä§Ú; ¦o¦ü¥G«D±`Áô¹Pªº©M«DªÀ¥æ¡C
´N§Ú¦Ó¨¥,´é¥X¡C¡C §Ú¤´µM¦³¬Í²ª¡C ¦ý¬O,¨º¸Ì¥²¶·¤w¸g¹ï¦o¬O¥tÃä, ©M Katze-sama ¬Ý¨£¥¦¡C
I've hidden Ms. Maragorm's possessions, as per instructions, and will
burn this journal as well. No one must learn of this until / §Ú¤w¸gÂÃµÛ Maragorm's
¤k¤h©Ò¦³ª«,¨Ì·Ó«ü¥O, ¦Ó¥B¤]±N¿U¿N³o¤@¥»¤é°O¡C ¨S¦³¤H¤@©wn³o¾Ç²ßª½¨ì
Katze-sama asks for them. Ms. Maragorm said he should remember something
-- when..if.. he does, I will give him her posessions, to stimulate more.
/ Katze-sama n¨D¥LÌ¡C Maragorm ¤k¤h»¡¤F¥LÀ³¸Ó°O±o¬Y¨Æ -- ·í¡C¡C¦pªG¡C¡C ¥L°µ,§Ú±Nµ¹¥L¦oªº posessions,
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Ms. Maragorm was very explicit in her instructions to us. We intend to
carry them out to the letter, for Katze's sake." / Maragorm ¤k¤h¹ï§Ú̬O«D±`©ú¥Õªº¦b¦o«ü¥O¤¤¡C
§ÚÌ·Qn¹ê¦æ¥L̨ì«H,¹ï©ó Katze's ªº½t¬G¡C"
Epilogue - part 2: / µ²»y - ²Ä 2 ³¡¥÷:
Berg Katze watched the Galactor soldiers at ease, playing football. He
watched them shout to each other, laughed, wrestle each other to the ground.
They got up and laughed again, tossing their hair out of their faces.
/ ¦B¤s Katze ¦b¦w¶h¬Ý Galactor x¤H,½ð¨¬²y¡C ¥L¬Ý¥L̹塚¦¹©I³Û,¯º,¹ï¦a±ºL¨¤©¼¦¹¡C ¥L̦A¤@¦¸°_§É¦Ó¥B¯º,±q¥L̪ºÁy§ëÂY¥L̪ºÀY¾v¡C
Katze tried to recall a time when he had had as much fun. / Katze ¸ÕµÛ¦p¦h¦³½ì¨ú®ø¦¸¥L¦ó®É¤w¸g¦³¡C
No memories came. / ¨S¦³°O¾Ð¨Ó¡C
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