Twas the Blight Before Christmas / Twas
¬\µä¯f¦b¸t½Ï¸`¤§«e
A Gatchaman fanfic by Ennien Ashbrook / ³Q Ennien Ashbrook ªº Gatchaman fanfic
From the private journals of Ci\rean Mharagorm: / ±q Ci\ rean Mharagorm
ªº¨p¤H¤é°O:
It was certainly the most unusual Christmas I'd ever had, I'll give it
that. I can't say I was the least bit disappointed. / ¥¦½T©w¦a¬O³Ì¤£´M±`ªº¸t½Ï¸`§Ú´¿¸g¦³¦³,§Ú±Nµ¹¥¦¨º¡C
§Ú¤£¯à»¡§Ú¬O³Q¥¢±æªº³Ì¤Ö¤@ÂIÂI¡C
I was at home, listening to our radio station, when the call came through.
We had been making up some Christmas parodies and one had proven to be
a hit. I cannot take full credit for the song, however -it was inspired
by my lunatic bed-friend. / §Ú¦b®a, Å¥¨ì§Ú̪º¼s¼½¹q¥x,·í©I¥s«×¹Lªº®ÉÔ¡C §Ṳ́w¸g²Õ¦¨¼Æ¸t½Ï¸`¥´ªo¸Ö¤å¡A¦Ó¥B¤@¤w¸gÃÒ©ú¬O¤@Ó¸I¼²¡C
µM¦Ó, §Ú¬°ºq¤£¯à°÷±Ä¨ú§¹¥þªº«H¥Î -¥¦³Q§ÚªººÆ¤l¿Eµo¤F§É-ªB¤Í¡C
"In my office there's a man named Melvin.. / "¦b§Úªº¿ì¤½«Ç¤¤¦³¤@Ó¥s°µ Melvin
ªº¨k¤H¡C¡C
He pretends that I am Murphy Brown / ¥L°²¸Ë§Ú¬O°¨¹aÁ¦¥¬®Ô
He'll say 'Are you ready?' I'll say 'Whoa, man! / ¥L±N»¡ ' ¬O§A²{ª÷?' §Ú±N»¡ '«z,¨k¤H!
But wait until the wife is out of town' / ¦ý¬Oµ¥Ôª½¨ì¤Ó¤Ó¶W¥X«°Âí'
Later on... if you wanna / µy«á¦b¤§¤W¡C¡C¡C ¦pªG§A·Qn
We can dress like Madonna / §Ú̯๳¸t¥Àº¿§Q¨È¤@¼Ë¬ïµÛ
We'll wear some eye shades, and join the parade / §Ú̱N¬ïµÛ¤@¨Ç²´·ú½®²D³B, ¦Ó¥B°Ñ¥[¹C¦æ
Walkin' 'round in women's underwear" I must admit, I laughed pretty
hard. So did David, the other deejay, but then he laughs at nearly everything.
/ Walkin''¦b¤k¤Hªº¤º¦ç¿Ç¤¤§Ë¶ê" §Ú¤@©wn©Ó»{,§Ú¬Û·í§V¤O¯º¡C ¤j½Ã¡A¥t¤@Ó¼½©ñµ¼Öªº¤H¤]¬O¡A¦ý¬OµM«á¥L´X¥G¯º¨C¥ó¨Æª«¡C
I had been expecting the call, since I had been fiddling around with my
home system, expecting to get a little overtime in. Little did I realise
how *much* overtime I was in for... / §Ú¤w¸g´Á«Ý©I¥s, ¦Û±q§Ú¤§«á¬O©Ô¤p´£µ^ªº¦bªþªñ¥H§Úªº®a¨t²Î, ´Á«Ý¶W¥X®É¶¡ªºµy·L±o¨ì¦b¡C
¤@ÂIÂI§Úı®©¦p¦ó *«Ü¦h* ¶W¥X®É¶¡ªº§Ú¬O¦b¬°¡C¡C¡C
From the private, illegible journals of Berg Katze: / ±q¤Gµ¥§L,¦B¤s Katze ªºÃø¿ë»{¤é°O:
How it got there in the first place was actually pretty simple. / ¦p¦ó¥¦º¥ý¹ê»Ú¤W¨ì¨ºùجO¬Û·í²³æ¡C
Gatchaman had invaded one of our bases, and in their wake left a single
diskette marked ".Gifs". This was designed to entice one of
our hormone-headed lowlies into loading it and trying to view it. / Gatchaman
¤w¸g«I²¤§Ú̪º°ò¦¤§¤@¡A¦Ó¥B¦b¥L̪º¦u©]¤¤¦V¥ª¤@¤ù³æ¤@ºÏ¤ù¼Ð¥Ü ".¹Ï§Î¥æ´«®æ¦¡". ³o³Q³]p¼£±v§Ú̪º²üº¸»X±a»âªº¦ì¸m§C¤Uªº¶i¤Jt¸ü¥¦¦Ó¥B¹Á¸Õ¤§¤º¤§¤@¬Ý¥¦¡C
Obviously, it worked, and now the bloody virus has spread throughout /
©úÅã¦a¡A¥¦¤u§@¡A¦Ó¥B²{¦b¦å¸{ªº¯f¬r¤w¸g¨ì³B¶Ç§G
Galactor, courtesy of our nexus mainframe. / Galactor,§Ú̪º³sµ²¹q¸£¥D¾÷ªºÂ§»ª¡C
Kai has often pointed out the flaws in having all of our systems linked
into one central computer, for this very reason: Get a virus in one, and
it spreads to all. Maybe now, Sosai will *listen* to her... / Kai ®É±`¤w¸g«ü¥X¯ÊÂI¦b¶i¤J¤@³¡¤¤¥¡ªº¹q¸£¤§¤º³s±µ§Ú̪º¥þ³¡¨t²Î,¬°³o¤@ӳ̲z¥Ñ:
¦¬¶°¯f¬r¤@,¦Ó¥B¥¦¶Ç§G¨ì¥þ³¡¡C ²{¦b¤]³\, Sosai ±N *Å¥*¹ï¦o¡C¡C¡C
Not that I was terribly impressed this evening, when we summoned her.
/ ¤£¨º·í§ÚÌ¥l³ê¤F¦oªº®ÉÔ§Ú¥i©È¦a¦b¤µ¤Ñ±ß¤W³Q·P°Ê¡C
She was wearing a black velveteen catsuit, black suede lace-up thigh boots,
black raw-silk gloves (with funny-looking fingers), and a black trenchcoat.
A black leather belt with pouches and an intricate buckle hung about her
hips. Black wraparound sunglasses hung on her neck, from black idiot-strings.
She wore a smug smile, in black lipstick. / ¦o¬O¬ïµÛ¤@Ӷ¦⪺´Öµ³ catsuit,¹¢±a- ¤j»Lªø¹u¤W±ªº¡A¶Â¦âªº¥Í¦×-
µ·¤â®M (¥Ñ©ó¬Ý¦ü¦n¯ºªº¤â«ü), ©M¶Â¦âªº trenchcoat ªº¶Â¦âµ³±²¡C ©M¤p³U©M¤@Ó½ÆÂøªº¥Ö±a¦©ªº¤@¥ó¶Â¦âªº¥Ö²±a¤lÃö©ó¦oªºÁv³¡¦Q¡C
¶Â¦âªº±²¤W¤Ó¶§²´Ãè¦b¦oªº²ä¤l¤W¦Q,±q¶Â¦âªº¥Õè-½u¡C ¦b¶Â¦âªº¤f¬õ¤¤¦o±±a¤F¤@Ó¦Û¥H¬°¬Oªº·L¯º¡C
While Sosai glared at her, I tried to melt into the shadows. It didn't
work. / Sosai ¦b¦oµo¯t¥ú¡A¤£¹L§Ú¸ÕµÛ¶i¤J¼v¹³¤§¤º¿Ä¤Æ¡C ¥¦¨S¦³¤u§@¡C
--THERE IS A VIRUS IN THE GALACTOR COMPUTER NETWORK..-- Sosai began. /
--¦³ GALACTOR ¹q¸£ºô¸ôªº¯f¬r¡C¡C-- Sosai ¶}©l¡C
"No shit, Sosai." / "¨S¦³ÁT,Sosai".
Another glower. She was unfazed. --EVERY TECHNICIAN WE HAVE / ¥tÀü²´¡C ¦o¬O
unfazed ¡C -- ¨CÓ§Þ³N¤Hû§Ú̦³
HAS BEEN UNABLE TO STOP IT, OR TO ERADICATE IT. BERG KATZE TELLS ME YOU
/ ¤w¸g¤£¯à°÷°±¤î¸ê°T¬ì§Þ, ©Î®Ú°£¸ê°T¬ì§Þ¡C ¦B¤s KATZE §i¶D§Ú§A
ARE THE ONLY PERSON IN THIS WHOLE STUPID ORGANIZATION WHO CAN CORRECT
/ ¬O³oÓ¾ãÓªº·MÄø²Õ´¥@¬É½Ã¥Í²Õ´ªº°ß¤@¤H¯à§ï¥¿
THIS THING. THEREFORE, YOU ARE TO FIND AND KILL THIS VIRUS USING / ³o¤@¥ó¨Æª«¡C
¦]¦¹,§Anµo²{¨Ã¥B±þ¨Ï¥Î ªº³o¯f¬r
WHATEVER MEANS ARE NECESSARY.-- / ¥ô¦óªº¤èªk¬O¥²»Ýªº¡C--
"No problem, Daddio," she says smugly, donning her sunglasses,
/ "¨S¦³°ÝÃD,Daddio",¦o¦Û¥H¬°¬O¦a»¡,µÛ¦oªº¤Ó¶§²´Ãè,
"CompuMinx is on ze job!" / " CompuMinx ¦b ze ¤u§@¤W"!
A swirl of her coat, and she is out the door. I turned to follow her.
/ ¦oªº¥~®M¤@Óºx´õ,¦Ó¥B¦o¥~¥Xªù¡C §Ú·Ç³Æ¸òÀH¦o¡C
--BERG KATZE, A MOMENT OF YOUR TIME....-- / --¦B¤s KATZE,§Aªº®É¶¡¤ù¨è....--
From the private journals of Ci\rean Mharagorm: / ±q Ci\ rean Mharagorm
ªº¨p¤H¤é°O:
After a thorough chewing-out, Berg stalked out and bore down on me, glowering
enough to melt stone. I was playing with one of the infected disks as
he approached. However, since I was using my personal home-jobby, it looked
like I was simply drumming my fingers against my legs. / ¦b§¹¥þªº©CÄZ¤§«á-¦b¥~¡A¦B¤s®¨®¨¾aªñ¥X¦Ó¥B½Ä¦V§Ú,
Àü²´¥R¨¬¿Ä¤Æ¥ÛÀY¡C ·í¥L±µªñªº®ÉÔ¡A§Ú¥¿¦b©M¨ü¶Ç¬VªººÏºÐ¤ù¤§¤@ª±¡C µM¦Ó¡A¦]¬°§Ú¥¿¦b¨Ï¥Î§ÚªºÓ¤H®a-jobby, ¥¦¬Ý°_¨Ó¹³§Ú¤@¼Ë¥¿¦b¥u¬O¥´¹ª¹ï§Ü§Úªº»L§Ú¤â«ü¡C
"What the hell was *that* all about??" he yelled. I gazed up
at him through the data. He looks rather funny when viewed through ASCII
characters... / " ¤°»ò¬O *¨º*¥þ³¡¤j¬ù??"¥L¤j¥s¡C §Úª`µø¦b¥L¸g¹L¸ê®Æ¤W±¡C ·í¬Ý¹L¬ü°ê«H®§¥æ´«¼Ð·Ç¥N½XÓ©Ê¡A¥L¬Ý°_¨Ó¬Û·í¦n¯º¡C¡C¡C
"What was what all about?" / " ¤°»ò¬O¤°»ò¥þ³¡¤j¬ù"?
"This..!" he indicated my clothes, "And this "compuminx"
nonsense!" / "³o¡C¡C!"¥L«ü¥X¤F§Úªº¦çªA ", ©M "compuminx"
µL·N¸qªº¨Æ!"
"'Tisn't nonsense, O flare of my corona. 'Tis my line of work. /
"' Tis ¤£µL·N¸qªº¨Æ,§Úªº¹q·w O °{¥ú¡C ' Tis §Úªº¤@±Æ¤u§@¡C
Or was, until Galactor got me." / ©Î¬O,ª½¨ì Galactor ±o¨ì¤F§Ú¡C"
"Quit twiddling your thumbs while I'm shouting at you!" / "·í§Ú¥¿¦b¹ï§A¤j¥sªº®ÉÔ¡AÂ÷¶}¼¾§Ë§Aªº©æ«ü"!
"I'm typing, not twiddling. There's a difference. The involvment
of additional digits is an indicator." / "§Ú¥¿¦b¥´¦r, ¤£¼¾§Ë¡C ¦³¤@ºØ¤£¦P¡C
ªþ¥[¼Æ¦rªº involvment ¬O¤@Ó«ü¥Ü¾¹¡C"
He stared at my hands for a moment. "Typing?" / ¥L¨nµÛ§Úªº¤â¬Ý¤@·|¨à¡C
¥´¦r?
I took off my shades and offered them to him. He takes them gingerly,
then puts them on. I shall state here, for the first and only time, that
Berg Katze in mask and cheaters is a truly laughable sight. It was made
even more laughable as the expression of amazement caused his jaw to drop
slowly open. / §Ú²æ±¼§Úªº½®²D³B¦Ó¥B´£¨Ñ¨ìµ¹¥L¡C ¥L¤p¤ßÁlÁl¦a±a¥LÌ,µM«á´ÛÄF¥LÌ¡C §Ú±N¦b³o¸Ì»¡,¹ï©ó²Ä¤@Ó¦Ó¥B¥u¦³®É¶¡ ,
°²±¨ãªº¨º¦B¤s Katze ©MÄF¤l¬O¯u¹ê¥i¯ºªºµø¤O¡C ·íÅå´jªºªí¹F¾ÉP¥LªºÃEºCºC¦a°§C¤½¶}ªº®ÉÔ¡A¥¦³Q°µ¬Æ¦Ü§ó¥i¯º¡C
"Wh.. what is this?" he asked finally. / "Wh¡C¡C ³o¬O¤°»ò?"¥L³Ì«á°Ý¡C
"That's one of your infected disks. I'm trying to locate the virus
coding." / "¨º¬O§Aªº¨ü¶Ç¬VªººÏºÐ¤ù¤§¤@¡C §Ú¥¿¦b¹Á¸Õ³]¸m¯f¬r½s½X¡C"
"This is a computer?" / "³o¬O¤@³¡¹q¸£"?
"No, actually, that's a monitor. XVGA, if you're interested."
/ "¤£¡A¹ê»Ú¤W¡A¨º¬O¤@Ӻʵø¾¹¡C XVGA,¦pªG§A³Q·P¿³½ì¡C"
He took off the sunglasses and stared at them in wonder. Then he noticed
that the shades-retention device goes down my bra. He starts to follow
it, then catches himself. He's so cute when he blushes.. / ¥L¦b©_Âݤ¤²æ±¼¤Ó¶§²´Ãè¦Ó¥B¨nµÛ¥L̬ݡC
µM«á¥Lª`·N¤F½®²D³B- «O«ù¤Oªº¸Ë¸m¤U¨Ó§Úªº¯Ý¸n¡C ¥L¶}©l¸òÀH¥¦,µM«á®·®»¥L¦Û¤v¡C ·í¥LÁy¬õªº®ÉÔ¡A¥L¬O¦p¦¹¥i·R¡C¡C
"Remember my neutrino patches?" I asked him. He cringed and
nodded. "Same principle." / "°O±o§Úªº·L¤¤¤l¸H®h"? §Ú°Ý¤F¥L¡C ¥L¬ÈÁY¦Ó¥BÂIÀY¡C
"¬Û¦Pªºì«h".
"I don't understand." / "§Ú¤£¤F¸Ñ" ¡C
I showed him my belt, with its floppy drive, hard card and miniature motherboard.
Then I showed him the sensors in my gloves, and the hardware in the shades.
/ §Úµ¹¥L¬Ý§Úªº±a¤l,Âǥѥ¦ªº³n¦¡ºÏºÐ¾÷¡AÃøªº¥d¤ù©M¤p³W¼Òªº¥D¾÷ªO¡C µM«á§Úµ¹¥L¬Ý§Úªº¤â®M·PÀ³¾¹, ©M¦b½®²D³B¤¤Åã¥ÜµwÅé¡C
"That's amazing.." he breathed. / "¨º¬O¥O¤HÅ岧ªº¡C¡C"¥L©I§l¡C
"Not really. Anybody can cannabalize a laptop and a Virtual / "¤£¬O¯uªº¡C
¥ô¦ó¤H±N cannabalize ¸Ë©óÅøÀY¤@¥x½¥¤W«¬¹q¸£©M¤@µêÀÀªº
Reality set." / ¨Æ¹ê²Õ¡C"
"And it's powered the same way as your neutrino patches?" /
"¦Ó¥B¥¦³Q¨Ï¦p¦P§Aªº·L¤¤¤l¤@¯ëªº¤èªk¦³¤O¶q¸H®h"?
I nodded, and showed him the patches in the inside pocket of my coat,
"For emergencies. I can't power both." "I gather you're
wearing these for a reason? To get the antidote from Gatchaman? For that,
you'd need to hit the ISO." / §ÚÂIÀY, ¦Ó¥Bµ¹¥L¬Ý§Úªº¥~®M¤º³¡¤f³Uªº¸H®h,"¹ï©óºò«æ¨Æ¥ó¡C
§Ú¤£¯à¨Ï¨âªÌ¦³¤O¶q¡C" "§Ú»E¶°§A¥¿¦b¬°¤@Ó²z¥Ñ¬ïµÛ³o¨Ç? ¥Ñ Gatchaman ±o¨ì¸Ñ¬r¾¯? ¹ï©ó¨º¡A§A±N·|»ÝnÀ»¤¤°ê»Ú¼Ð·Ç²Õ´¡C"
"And that, O cheese of my fondue, is why I need you." / "
¦Ó¥Bþ¤@,§Úªº fondue ªº O °®¹T, ¬O§Ú¬°¤°»ò»Ýn§A".
From the private journals of Berg Katze: / ±q¦B¤s Katze ªº¨p¤H¤é°O:
"I still don't understand why *I* have to come along," I sulked.
/ " §Ú¤´µM¤£¤F¸Ñ¬°¤°»ò *§Ú*¥²¶·¶i®i ",§Ú¤£°ª¿³¡C
I wasn't happy about the virus, but I was even less happy about tangling
one on one with the ISO. / §Ú¨ì³B¤£§Ö¼Ö¯f¬r¡A¦ý¬O§ÚÃö©ó¨ÏÄñµ²¤@¬Æ¦Ü«Ü¤ñ¸û¤£§Ö¼Ö¦b¤@¤§¤W¥Ñ©ó°ê»Ú¼Ð·Ç²Õ´¡C
"Because you're a better sneak than I. Besides, you need to loosen
up. Sosai has your head twisted around about being male all the time.
I don't know why he bothered to make a gender-changer if he wants you
to be male all the time." / " ¦]¬°§A¬O¤@¤ñ¸û¦nªº¸ò§Ú¤ñ°_¨Ó°½°½¦a°k¨«¡C ¦¹¥~¡A§A»Ýn©ñÃP¦b¤W±¡C
Sosai ¦³§AªºÃö©ó©l²×¨k©Ê¦bªþªñ³QÀ¾ªºÀY¡C §Ú¤£ª¾¹D¥L¬°¤°»ò·ÐÂZ§@©Ê§O- ÅܧóªÌ¦pªG¥L·Qn§A©l²×¬O¨k©Êªº¡C"
"Men are better than women." / " ¨k¤H¬O¤ñ¤k¤H¦nªº" ¡C
"Who says?" / " ½Ö»¡"?
"Sosai says. Hell, this whole damn planet says." / "Sosai
»¡¡C ¦aº»,¦æ¬P»¡ªº¾ãÓ¤@ÂIªº³o¡C"
"Tsk tsk.. Come with me. I'll show you how much more fun it is to
be female." / "Tsk tsk¡C¡C ©M§Ú¨Ó¡C §Ú±NÅã¥Ü§A¬O¤k©Êªº¬O¦h»ò§ó¥[¦³½ì¡C"
It wasn't the grin that scared me. It was the wink. / ¥¦¤£¬OÅåÀ~¤F§ÚªºÅS¾¦¯º¡C ¥¦¬O¯w²´¡C
From the private journals of Ci\rean Mharagorm: / ±q Ci\ rean Mharagorm
ªº¨p¤H¤é°O:
Poor Berg. She wasn't at all happy with me when we got caught breaking
into the computer lab at ISO headquarters. She was even less happy when
she was recognised and a call placed to Director Nambu. I, however, was
unperturbed; everything was working exactly as planned. / ³h½aªº¦B¤s¡C ·í§Ú̱o¨ì®·®»¦b°ê»Ú¼Ð·Ç²Õ´Á`³¡Âô¤J¹q¸£¹êÅç«Çªº®ÉÔ¡A¦o¨M¤£¹ï§Ú·P¨ì§Ö¼Öªº¡C
·í¦o¬O¤½¶}ªº®ÉÔ¡A¦o¬Æ¦Ü¤ñ¸û¤£§Ö¼Ö¡A¦Ó¥B¤@Ó©I¥s©ñ¸m¨ì«ü¾ÉªÌ Nambu ¡C §Ú,µM¦Ó, ¬O¥¼¨ü¨ìÅͶêº; ¨C¥ó¨Æª«¥¿¦b§¹¥þ¤u§@¦pp¹º¤¤ªº¡C
Director Nambu looked me up and down, recognition on his face. / «ü¾ÉªÌ Nambu
¤W¤U¦a¬Ý¤F§Ú,¦b¥LªºÁy¤W©Ó»{¡C
I smiled impishly. / §Ú¤p°¦a·L¯º¡C
"Hi, Kozy!" I chirruped. / "¶Ù¡A Kozy"! §Ú§s³å¦a¥s¡C
He wasn't impressed. "Artemis 666. I never thought you'd stoop so
low as to work for Galactor." / ¥L¤£³Q·P°Ê¡C "¤ë»P¬¼Âyªº¤k¯« 666. §Ú±q¤£·Q¡A§A±N·|§C¤U¦a³o»òÅs¤U·í°µ¬°
Galactor ¤u§@¡C"
"Some things can't be helped, if ya know what I mean," I shrugged.
He stared at me. I caught Berg's startled glance and hoped no one else
did. One secret out... / "¤@¨Ç¨Æª«¤£¯à³QÀ°§U,¦pªG ya ª¾¹D§Ú·N¿×ªº",§ÚÁqªÓ¡C ¥L¨nµÛ§Ú¬Ý¡C
§Ú®·®»¤F³Q¾_Åå¤@¿h¦Ó¥B§Æ±æªº¦B¤s¨S¦³¤H§Oªº°µ¡C ¦b¥~ªº¤@Ó¯µ±K¡C¡C¡C
"Artemis 666??" went the flunkies. The only nice thing about
being sprung, I get the whole room's attention. / "¤ë»P¬¼Âyªº¤k¯« 666??"¥h¤F
flunkies ¡C °ß¤@ªº¬ü¦n¨Æª«Ãö©ó³Q¸õ¡A§Ú±o¨ì¾ãÓªº©Ð¶¡ª`·N¡C
"Perhaps we'll finally discover how you pulled off your amazing hackeries,
Artemis." / "¤]³\§Ú̱N³Ì«áµo²{§A¦p¦ó¶¶§Q§¹¦¨§Aªº¥O¤HÅ岧ªº hackeries,¤ë»P¬¼Âyªº¤k¯«".
"Ooo, tit for tat!" I squealed as annoyingly as I could, / "Ooo,
¤s³¶¬°±ô½s"! §Ú¾¨§Ú©Ò¯à¦a´o¤Hµo¥X¦y¾Uªº¥sÁn,
"Perhaps we'll get to discover how you made your ninja team! That's
a fair trade, now isn't it?" / " ¤]³\§Ú̱N¶}©lµo²{¦p¦ó§A¨Ï§Aªº§ÔªÌÁp¦¨¤@²Õ! ¨º¬O¤@Ó¤½¥ªº¶T©ö,²{¦b¤£¬O¥¦?"
He glared at me, then sat down at his desk and began to fill out a little
form. / ¥L¦b§Úµo¯t¥ú, µM«á¦b¥Lªº®Ñ®à§¤¤U¦Ó¥B¶}©l¶ñ¼g¤@ºØ¤pªí®æ¡C
"Name?" / "©R¦W"?
"You just said it, Kozy. Whassa matta, you gettin' Alzheimers?"
/ "§Aè軡¤F¥¦,Kozy¡C Whassa matta, §A gettin'¦Ñ¦~¥¢´¼¯g?"
He glared at me again, "Your *real* name.." / ¥L¦A¤@¦¸¦b§Úµo¯t¥ú,"
§Aªº *¯u¥¿ªº*¦W¦r¡C¡C"
"Ci\-rean Mo\r-ag Mha-ra-gor'm," I singsonged. He gazed at me
stonily. I batted my eyelashes at him. / "Ci\-¦A Mo\r- ag ªº Mha-ra-gor'm",§Ú³æ½Õ¦a°Û¡C
¥L±µLªí±¡ª`µø§Ú¡C §Ú½¿½»¤F¦b¥Lªº§Ú·û¤ò¡C
"Uncooperative," he sighed, then turned to Berg, "Alright,
we'll start with you and then resume with your friend. We've seen you
quite a lot." / "¤£¦X§@ªº",¥L¼Û®§, µM«áÂà¦V¦B¤s ",¦nªº¡A§Ú̱N±q§A¶}©lµM«á©M§AªºªB¤Í«·s¶}©l¡C
§Ṳ́w¸g¬Ý¨ì§A¬Û·í«Ü¦h¡C"
"Seen but seldom heard," Berg returned. / " ¬Ý¨ì¦ý¬O«Ü¤ÖÅ¥¨ì",¦B¤sÂkÁÙ¡C
"Name?" / "©R¦W"?
"Berg Katze," I cut in, then giggled my most nauseating giggle.
/ "¦B¤s Katze",§Ú´¡¤J, µM«á¦Y¦Y¦a¯º§Úªº³Ì§@¹Ãªº¦Y¦Y¦a¯º¡C
I could feel the shock coming off poor Berg, but she did a grand job of
not showing it. / §Ú¥i¥H·PıÅåÀ~¨Ó¨«¶}³h½aªº¦B¤s¡A¦ý¬O¦o°µ¤@Ó§§Æ[¤u§@¤£Åã¥Ü¥¦¡C
"You shut up," Kozy growled at me. I giggled again. / "§A³¬¼L",Kozy
¦b§Ú«ã§p¡C §Ú¦A¤@¦¸¦Y¦Y¦a¯º¡C
"Name.." / "¦W¦r¡C¡C"
"Katchzen Bergmann.." / "Katchzen Bergmann¡C¡C"
"Artemis...." I giggled. / "¤ë»P¬¼Âyªº¤k¯«...." §Ú¦Y¦Y¦a¯º¡C
Berg looked at me. I looked back, our eyes locking. Then she smiled and
giggled even more sickeningly than I! / ¦B¤s¬Ý§Ú¡C §Ú¬Ý°_¨Ó«á±,§Ú̪º²´·úÂê©w¡C µM«á¦o·L¯º¦Ó¥B¦Y¦Y¦a¯º¬Æ¦Ü¤ñ§Ú§ó¥O¤H§@¹Ã!
"Name!" Kozy was growing impatient. Poor fellow, probably all
those sleepless nights wondering where his children were... / "©R¦W"!
Kozy ¥¿¦b¼W¥[¤£@·Ð¡C ³h½aªº¤H, ı±o©_©Çªº¥i¯à©Ò¦³¨º¨Ç¤£ºÎ¯vªº©]±ß¥Lªº«Ä¤l¦bþ¸Ì¡C¡C¡C
"COUGAR!" Berg said in a high pitched, tensed voice, pronouncing
it "kew-gurr". She affected a funny accent and began a litany
of "Oi'm / "¬ü¬w°\"! ¦B¤s¦b¤@Ó³Q²Ï¨c,³Q©ÔºòªºÁnµ, µoµ¥¦ªº°ª«×¤¤»¡ "kew-gurr".
¦o¼vÅT¤F¤@Ó¦n¯ºªº¤fµ¦Ó¥B¶}©l¤@Ó«s¨D "OI ¬O
Kew-gurr, yaish, Oi am.. Kewgs!" I began to laugh. / Kew-gurr ¡A yaish,Oi
¬O¡C¡C Kewgs!"§Ú¶}©l¯º¡C
"..and Oi loiksh.. Oi loiksh vegetablsh.. and tomatoesh.. and.. /
".¡C¦Ó¥B Oi loiksh¡C¡C Oi loiksh vegetablsh¡C¡C ¦Ó¥B tomatoesh¡C¡C ¦Ó¥B¡C¡C
and Oi don't loiksh eggplantsh.. nao, oi don't loiksh them.." / ¦Ó¥B
Oi ¤£ loiksh eggplantsh¡C¡C nao, oi ¤£ loiksh ¥LÌ¡C¡C"
Kozy didn't loiksh Berg or I, that was plain. He looks so funny when he's
angry, his eyebrows press up against his glasses.. / Kozy ¨S¦³ loiksh ¦B¤s©Î§Ú,¨º¬O¥ì¡C
·í¥L«Ü¥Í®ðªº®ÉÔ¡A¥L¬Ý°_¨Ó¦p¦¹¦n¯º, ¥Lªº¬Ü¤òÀ£¦b¤Ï¹ï¥Lªº²´Ãè¤W±¡C¡C
"Search them and take them away. Bring me any disks you find, they
were probably after the antidote to that virus the Swan planted."
/ "·j´M¥L̦ӥB¨ú¨«¥LÌ¡C ±aµ¹§Ú¥ô¦óªººÏºÐ¤ù§Aµo²{, ¥L̬O¥i¯à¦b¹ï¤ÑÃZºØ´Óªº¨º¯f¬rªº¸Ñ¬r¾¯¤§«á¡C"
From the private journals of Berg Katze: / ±q¦B¤s Katze ªº¨p¤H¤é°O:
"Now just what the hell good what that supposed to do us??"
I whispered to her harshly. We were in a holding cell, having been strip-searched,
and were being monitored by microphone. They had taken / " ²{¦b¨s³º¤°»ò¦aº»¦n³B¤°»òþ¤@±À·Q°µ§ÚÌ??"§Ú¹ï¦oÄY¼F¦a¦Õ»y¡C
§Ú̬O¦b¤@Ó§â«ù²ÓM¤¤, ¦³¬Oªø±ø·j´Mªº, ¦Ó¥B³Q³Á§J·ºÊµø¡C ¥L̤w¸g®³
Kai's coat, belt, gloves and sunglasses, being intensely interested in
the set-up. They had also taken my gun. / Kai's ªº¥~®M¡A±a¤l¡A¤â®M©M¤Ó¶§²´Ãè,±j¯P¦a¹ï²Õ·P¿³½ì-´£°ª¡C
¥L̤]¤w¸g±a§Úªººj¡C
"No cameras," Kai signed to me. I nodded, still fuming. / ¨S¦³¬Û¾÷,Kai
¹ï§Úñ¸p¡C §ÚÂIÀY, µM¦Ó¦h·Ïªº¡C
"Relax, I had planned for this." She walked over to the commode
and began to peel off her catsuit. I looked away. Presently there was
the rustle of toilet paper, and the flush of the commode. She walked back
to me. In front of me, she held a small roll of leather, inside of which
was some sort of film, with a tiny dot in the center. / "©ñÃP,§Ú¤w¸g¬°³opµe"
¡C ¦o¨«¨ì commode ¦Ó¥B¶}©l鸨¦oªº catsuit ¡C §Ú¬ÝÂ÷¶}¡C ¥Ø«e¦³½Ã¥Í¯Èªº¨F¨FÁn , ©M commode ªº¬y·¸¡C ¦o¦V«á¦a¹ï§Ú¨«¡C
¦b§Ú¤§«e¡A¦o®³µÛ¤F¤@Ó¥Ö²ªº¤p±²ª«¡A¨º¤@Ó¬O¤@¨ÇºØ¹q¼vªº¤º³¡,ÂǥѤ¤¤ßªº¤@Ó·¥¤pªºÂI¡C
It was a neutrino patch. / ¥¦¬O·L¤¤¤l¸H®h¡C
"Now all we need," she signed, "Is a hostage." / "
²{¦b¥þ³¡§ÚÌ»Ýn",¦oñ¸p ",¬O¤H½è".
From the private journals of Joe Asakura, G-2: / ±q³ì Asakura ªº¨p¤H¤é°O,G-2:
Nambu-hakase asked me to interrogate the two Galactor women while Jun
took a look at the weird computer system the short one was wearing. /
Nambu-·í¤»¤ë¬Ý¤@¬Ý©Ç²§ªº¹q¸£¨t²Î¤@¥¿¦bÀ¹ªºµu®ÉÔ¡A hakase n¨D§Ú½è°Ý¤GÓ Galactor ¤k¤H¡C
Yes, wearing. Apparently it was all contained in ordinary garments, and
powered by her own body. Two needles acted as the electrodes making the
circuit. Jun was fascinated. / ¬Oªº,¬ï¥Îªº¡C ÅãµM¦a¥¦¥þ³¡³Q¦o¦Û¤vªº¨Åé¥]§t¦b¥±`ªº¦çªA, ¦Ó¥B¦³¤O¶q¤F¡C
¤G®Ú°w¾á¥ô§@½u¸ô ªº¹q·¥¡C ¤»¤ë³Q¥O¤H¤J¯«¡C
I tried questioning the women, but, as Nambu-hakase predicted, they were
completely uncooperative. I tried to be nice at first, but they just giggled
(why do girls have to have such stomach-turning giggles?). I tried threatening
them, but they just shrank together in the corner going "Ooooooooooo!"
I tried threatening them with torture, but they were too quick, and quoted
article and section of the United / §Ú¹Á¸Õ¸ß°Ý¤k¤H,¦ý¬O, ·í Nambu-hakase ¹w´ú, ¥Ļ¹¥þ¤£¦X§@¡C
§Ú¹Á¸Õ°_¥ý«Ü¬ü¦n, ¦ý¬O¥LÌèè¦Y¦Y¦a¯º (¤k«Ä¬°¤°»ò¥²¶·¦³¦p¦¹ªºG-±ÛÂà¦Y¦Y¦a¯º?)¡C §Ú¹Á¸Õ®£À~¥LÌ¡A¦ý¬O¥LÌèè¦b¥h "Ooooooooooo"ªº¨¤¸¨¤¤¤@°_¦¬ÁY!
§Ú¹Á¸Õ¥Î«þ°Ý®£À~¥LÌ¡A¦ý¬O¥L̤ӧÖ, ¦Ó¥B¤ÞzÁp¦X¤Hªº¤å³¹©M³¡¤À
Nations political prisoners act. Shit. / ¬Fªvªº¥}¥Ç¦æ¬°ªº°ê®a¡C ÁT¡C
Finally I was left to lean against the wall, wishing there were some legal
way of forcing them to open up, listening to them chatter on about the
best brand of tampon! Gross!! / ³Ì«á§Ú³Q¯d¤UʾaÀð¾À, Ä@±j¢¥L̦³¸Üª½»¡¦³¤@¨Ç¦Xªk¤èªk, Å¥¥L̪º¸Ü³ã³ã¤£¥ð¦bÃö©ó´Ö²yªº³Ì¦n°Ó¼Ðªº¨Æ¤§¤W!
Á`¼Æ!!
"No, I don't like the deodorant ones, they give me yeast infections,"
said the short one with the black hair. She looks familiar to me, but
I can't place her. The other one, the tall blonde one; she's the woman
captain we've run into. I'd be particularly interested to know what secrets
she hides. / "¤£¡A§Ú¤£³ßÅw¤î¯äªº¤@¨Ç,¥L̵¹§Ú»Ã¥À¶Ç¬V",¥Ñ©ó¶Â¦âªºÀY¾v»¡¤Fµu¤@¡C ¦o¹ï§Ú¬Ý°_¨Ó¼ô±x¡A¦ý¬O§Ú¤£¯à¦w¸m¦o¡C
¥t¤@Ó, °ªªºª÷¾vºÑ²´ªº¤k¤H¤@; ¦o¬O§Ṳ́w¸g³´¤Jªº¤k¤H²îªø¡C §Ú±N·|¯S§O¦a³Q·P¿³½ìª¾¹D¦oÂä°»ò¯µ±K¡C
"Ewwww, I hate yeast infections!" the blonde one grimaces, "They
itch and burn so much and make that cheesy gunk that smells funny..."
/ "Ewwww,§Ú¼¨«ë»Ã¥À¶Ç¬V"! ª÷¾vºÑ²´ªº¤k¤H¤@Ó±³¡ªº¬n§á,"¥L̨ϦӥBÄo¿U¿N¦p¦¹ªº«Ü¦h¦Ó¥B»s³y¥HP©ó»D°_¨Ó¦n¯ºªº§C«U
gunk ¡C¡C¡C"
Oh, Lord, please get them off this subject before I puke... / ®@,²Îªv,¦b§Ú¦R¤§«e½Ð¨Ï¥LÌ»·Â÷³o¤@Ó¥DÃD¡C¡C¡C
"'Sometimes I just don't feel fresh'.." / "'¦³®É§Ú´N¬O¨Sı±o·sÂA'.¡C"
"Oh, don't you hate those commercials? It's like, take a shower,
chick.." / "®@, §A¤£¼¨«ë¨º¨Ç¶Ü°Ó·~ªº? ¥¦¬O¦PÃþ,±a¤@¦¸°}«B¡A¤pÂû¡C¡C"
"Oh, hey, did you see 'Procedures' the other night?" / "®@,¶Ù,§A«e´X¤Ñ±ß¤W¬Ý¨£
'µ{§Ç' ¶Ü"?
"No, why?" / "¤£,¬°¤°»ò"?
"Oh it was too cool, they were doing a vasectomy!" / "
®@¥¦¤Ó²D²n,¥LÌ¥¿¦b°µ¤@Ó¿éºëºÞ¤Á°£"!
Lord, this is *not* what I had in mind... / ²Îªv, ³o¬O *¤£*§Ú©Ò»{¬°ªº¡C¡C¡C
"Oh, wow! What was it like?" / "®@,«z! ¥¦¹³¬Æ»ò?"
"Oh it was really neat, they froze this guy's sac then they made
these little incisions and pulled his vas deferens through them.."
/ " ®@¥¦¯uªº¾ã¼ä, ¥L̵M«ááµ²³o³Ã¥ëªº sac ¥L̸g¹L¥LÌ»s³y¤F³o¨Ç¤p¤Á¦¨¶}¤f¦Ó¥B©Ô¤F¥Lªº vas deferens ¡C¡C"
That sounds painful! / ¨ºÅ¥°_¨ÓµhW!
"..then they put these little clamps on either side, then they took
this big pair of scissors and went SNIP!" / ".¡CµM«á¥Ļâ³o¨Ç¤pÁ³µ·¹X©ñ¦b¥ô¤@Ãä,µM«á¥LÌ®³¤F³o§â¤j°Å¤M¦Ó¥B¥h¤F°Å!"
"'Snip', just like that? Right through?" / "'°Å',¶È¶È³ßÅw¨º?
¹ý©³¦a?"
"Just like that, snipped it clean in two.." / "¥¿¦p¨º, °ÅÂ_¥¦°®²bªº¦b¤G¡C¡C"
My balls are starting to shrink..... / §Úªº²y¶}©l¦¬ÁY.....
"I saw a vasectomy reversal on 'Procedures', once. They cut the guy's
sac right open and squeezed his ball out like a hard boiled egg.."
I found out why girls do this sort of thing: It's to get their guards
so grossed out that they take their attention off of them and turn their
backs. The next thing I knew, my arm was wrenched nearly out of its socket,
and I felt something cool pressed against my face. / "§Ú¬Ý¨£¦b 'µ{§Ç' ¤Wªº¤@Ó¿éºëºÞ¤Á°£¤ÏÂà,¤@¥¹¡C
¥LÌ´î§C³Ã¥ëªº sac Åv§Q¤½¶}¨Ã¥Bºò´¤¤F¦b¥~¹³¤@ÓÃøªºµNªm³J¤@¼Ëªº¥L²y¡C¡C" §Úµo²{¤k«Ä¬°¤°»ò°µ³oºØ¨Æª«: ¥¦¬Oª§¨ú¥L̪º¦u½Ã¦p¦¹ªºÁȶi¥HP©ó¥LÌ¥L̲汼¥L̪ºª`·N¦Ó¥BÂà¥L̪ºI³¡¡C
¤U¤@¥ó¨Æª«§Úª¾¹D,§Úªº¤âÁu³Q±q¥¦ªº´¡®y´X¥G²r§á¡A¦Ó¥B§Ú·Pı¬Y¨Æ¹ï§Ü§ÚªºÁy·s»D´CÅé¡C
"Now be a good birdy and maybe I won't blow your head off,"
the short one purred. / " ²{¦b¬O¤@¦nªº¦p³¾¦Ó¥B¤]³\§Ú±N¤£§â§AªºÀY§j¨«", µu purred¡C
"Now that'd be a blow job he'd NEVER forget!" the blonde woman
laughed. I raised my hands and turned around slowly. The short one was
wearing a leather finger-harness on her hand, a small piece of film covering
her palm. I recognised her now: She was the woman who had blasted us with
neutrino beams up in the Himalayas. / "²{¦b that'd ¬O¥L¦³±q¤£§Ñ°Oªº¤@Ó¥´À»¤u§@"!
¥Õ¦âªº¤k¤H¯º¡C §ÚºCºC¦aÁ|°_¤F§Úªº¤â¦Ó¥B¦^¹LÀY¡C µu¤@¥¿¦b¬ïµÛ¤@®Ú¥Ö²¤â«ü-¦b¦oªº¤â¤W°¨¨ã¡A¥]§tªº¦o¤â´x ªº¤@Ó¤p¹q¼v¡C §Ú¿ë»{¥X¤F¦oªº²{¦b:
¦o¬O¤w¸g¥Î·L¤¤¤l³d½|§ÚÌ¥ú½uªº¤k¤H¦b³ß°¨©Ô¶®¤s¤¤¤W±¡C
From the private journals of Ci\rean Mharagorm: / ±q Ci\ rean Mharagorm
ªº¨p¤H¤é°O:
I herded our little birdy out into the corridor, with orders to take me
to my toys. Berg had confiscated his pistol and bracelet, so he couldn't
warn anybody. Knowing how he was trained, I kept a close watch on his
song, listening for any signs of imminent breakout. / §Ú»E¶°§Ú̪º¤p¦p³¾ªº¦b¥~¶i¤J¨«´Y¤§¤º,
ÂǥѦ¸§Ç±a§Ú¨ì§Úªºª±¨ã¡C ¦B¤s¤w¸g¨S¦¬¥Lªº¤âÂò©M¤âÅN¡A¦]¦¹¡A¥LµLªkĵ§i¥ô¦ó¤H¡C ª¾¹D¥L¦p¦ó³Q°V½m,§Ú«O«ù¤F¦b¥Lªººq¤W¤@¥u±µªñªº¤â¿ö,¬°¥ô¦ó§Y±Nµo¥Í¬ð¯}ªº²Å¸¹Å¥¡C
"Pardon me for mentioning this," Berg said to me in Zulu, "But
your patch has no power. You haven't any needles." / "¬°´£¨ì³o¹ï¤£°_",¦B¤s¦b
Zulu ¤¤¹ï§Ú»¡ ",¦ý¬O§Aªº¸H®h¨S¦³¤O¶q¡C §A¤£¤w¸g¥ô¦óªº°w¡C"
"So?" I responded in Ojibway, "They don't know that."
/ "¦p¦¹"? §Ú¦b Ojibway ¤¤¦^À³,"¥L̤£ª¾¹D¨º" ¡C
We were led down a couple of levels, into the high security areas, then
our wee birdy indicated the door where his collegue, the / ¶i¤J°ªªº¦w¥þ°Ï°ì¤§¤º§Ú̳Q¤Þ¾É¤U¨Ó¤@¨Ç¤ô·Ç,
µM«á§Ú̪º«Ü¤p¦p³¾ªº«ü¥Xªù¦bþ¸Ì¥Lªº collegue,¨º
Swan, was admiring my goodies. Berg crept forward and slipped inside the
door. There was a thunk, then shuffling sounds, a muffled "Oh cool!",
then silence. / ¤ÑÃZ,¬OÆg½àªº§Ú¨¥÷§C·L¤§¦Ñ°ü¡C ³Q¦V«e¦aª¦¦Ó¥B¦bªù¸Ì·Æ˪º¦B¤s¡C ¦³¤@Ó½sĶ¦¸µ{¦¡, µM«á©ì¦²Ánµ, ¤@³ò»q
" ®@²D²nªº"!,µM«á¦wÀR¡C
A few moments later, the Swan walked out, carrying my trinkets. / ¤@¨Ç¤ù¨è¤§«á¡A¤ÑÃZ¨«¥X,Äâ±a§Úªº¤p¹¢«~¡C
"A little too tall," I commented, "But otherwise a good
likeness." / "¦³ÂI¨à°ª",§Ú§åµû ", ¦ý¬O§_«h¦n¬Û¹³".
"Yours, madame," / "§Aªº,¤Ò¤H",
"Tankee," I said, reaching for my things, "Take over for
me for a sec, will ya?" Berg nodded, placing the muzzle of her gun
against the / "Tankee",§Ú»¡,¤Î©ó§Úªº¨Æª« ",¬° sec ¬°§Ú±µºÞ,ya ¤£±N¶Ü"?
¦B¤sÂIÀY, ©ñ¸m¦oªººj°Êª«¤§»ó¤f¤Ï¹ï¨º
Condor's neck. I darted inside the room. / ¨rÆNªº²ä¤l¡C §Ú¦b©Ð¶¡¸Ì§ë®g¡C
The Swan was slumped over her desk, having been stripped of all but her
undergarments. A large lump was forming at her foramen magnum, and I figured
she'd have a bad bruise. I took a quick run around the room, nabbing whatever
disks I could find. I found what I was looking for, then dashed out of
the room. / ¤ÑÃZ¦b¦oªº®Ñ®à¤§¤W³Q²rµM±¼¸¨, ¦³´X¥G¦oªº¤º¦ç³Q°£¥h¡C ¤jªº¸~¶ô¥¿¦b¦oªº¤Õ¤j°s²~§Î¦¨¡A¦Ó¥B§Úºtºâ¦o±N·|¦³Ãaªº·ï¶Ë¡C
§Ú±a§Öªº©b¶]¦b©Ð¶¡©P³ò³},®»¦í§Ú¥i¥Hµo²{ªº¥ô¦óºÏºÐ¤ù¡C §Úµo²{§Ú¥¿¦b§ä´Mªº, µM«á²rÂYÂ÷©Ð¶¡¡C
"Tanks," I said to Berg, laying my palm against the Condor's
cheek, "So what do we do for transportation, any suggestions?"
/ "¼Ñ",§Ú¹ï¦B¤s»¡,©ñ¸m¹ï§Ü¨rÆNªºÀU§Ú¤â´x ", ¦]¦¹§Ú̬°¹B¿é°µ¤°»ò,¥ô¦óªº«Øij"?
Berg grinned a Cheshire Cat's grin, "He's got a nice car." /
¦B¤sÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¤F®ã°p¿ßªºÅS¾¦¯º," ¥L¬O±o¨ì¤F¤@½ø¬ü¦nªº¨T¨®".
From the private journals of Berg Katze: / ±q¦B¤s Katze ªº¨p¤H¤é°O:
The G-2 is actually quite a fun little machine, especially when the Condor
is at the wheel. Of course Kai's keeping her powerless palm against his
cheek did a lot towards keeping him cooperative. I found a nice resting
place for my gun, too, against his ear. / ¹ê»Ú¤W¬Û·í G-2 ¬O¼Ö½ì¤@ÂIÂI¥H¾÷¾¹»s³y, ¤×¨ä·í¨rÆN¦b½ü¤lªº®ÉÔ¡C
·íµM Kai's «O¦s¹ï§Ü¥LªºÀU¦oµL¤Oªº¤â´x¨º¦V¨Ï¥L«O«ù¦X§@ªº°µ«Ü¦h¡C §Ú¤]¬°§Úªººjµo²{¤@Ó¬ü¦nªº¥ð®§¦a¤è,¤Ï¹ï¥Lªº¦Õ¦·¡C
"You're going to take me back to Galactor, aren't you?" he asked.
/ "§A±Nn§â§Ú±a¦^ Galactor, §A¤£¬O"? ¥L°Ý¡C
"Oooooo!" Kai squealed, "Isn't he the clever one?"
/ "Oooooo"! Kai µo¥X¦y¾Uªº¥sÁn," ¥L¤£¬O¤@ÓÁo©úªº"?
"All this and brains too!" I replied, then we dissolved into
gales of giggles. My throat was beginning to hurt. / " ©Ò¦³ªº³o©M¸£¤]"!
§Ú³QµªÂÐ, µM«á§Ú̶i¤J¨g·¤§¤º·»¸Ñ¦Y¦Y¦a¯º¡C §Úªº«|³ï¥¿¦b¶}©l¶Ë®`¡C
"Here, gimme that bracelet for a sec.." I handed it over and
she opened it up and began tinkering. / "³o¸Ì, gimme ¤@Ó¬íªº¨º¤@Ó¤âÅN¡C"
§Úµ²§ô¶Ç»¼¤F¥¦¡A¦Ó¥B¦o¦V¤W¥´¶}¤F¥¦¦Ó¥B¶}©l°µ¾ZÁç¦K¡C
"I'll have you know you'll get nothing more out of me than I got
out of you," the Condor says in that "macho hero" sort
of voice. / "§Ú±NÅý§Aª¾¹D¡A§A±N§ÚÅܱo§ó¥~±³Ó©ó§ÚÂ÷¶}§A",¨rÆN¦b¨ºÓ "¨k¤l®ð´nªº^¶¯"
ÁnµªºÃþ«¬¤¤»¡¡C
"Awww, that's not what we want you for!" Kai says, not looking
up from her tinkering. / "Awww, ¨º¤£¬O§ÚÌ©Ò·Qn§Aªº¬°"! Kai »¡, ¤£¦b±q¦o°µ¾ZÁç¦K¤W±¬Ý¡C
"It's not?" / " ¥¦¬O¤£"?
"Uh uh. Berg Katze wants to fuck your brains out!" YOU BITCH!
I nearly died when she said that! She giggled insanely and I managed,
after a few chokes, to join her. While the / "Uh uh¡C ¦B¤s Katze ·Qn¦b¥~©Ê¥æ§Aªº¸£!"
§A¥Àª¯! ·í¦o»¡¤F¨ºªº®ÉÔ¡A§Ú´X¥G¦º! ¦o±wºë¯«¯f¦a¦Y¦Y¦a¯º¡A¦Ó¥B§Ú³B²z,¦b¤@¨Ç§Ü¬y°é¤§«á, °Ñ¥[¦o¡C ·í¨ºªº®ÉÔ
Condor's vision was occupied by a speeding car, I directed what I hoped
was a vicious glare at Kai. She ignored me, grinning maniacally. / ¨rÆNªºµø³¥³Q¤@½ø¾r¨®¶W³t¨T¨®¦û»â¤F,
§Ú«ü¥Ü¤°»ò§Ú§Æ±æ¬O¦b Kai ¨¸´cªº°{Ä£¥ú¡C ¦o©¿²¤¤F§Ú,ºÆ¨g¦aÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¡C
"Oo! Lookee here! Is cesium power cell!" Kai said presently,
holding up the small, glowing pellet. *Cesium??* / "Oo! ¦b³o¸Ìªº Lookee!
䣤O¶q²ÓM¬O!"Kai ¥Ø«e»¡,¦b¤p¤S¥Õ¼öªº¶ê²y¤W±´¤¦í¡C *ä£??*
"Y'know what this mean?" she asks. / " Y'know ¤°»ò³o·N¿×"?
¦o°Ý¡C
"What?" / "¤°»ò"?
She pulled her hand away from the Condor's face and twiddled the glowing
cell into a pocket in the film, "It means I can power my neutrino
patch!" / ¦o»·Â÷¨rÆNªºÁy©Ô¤F¦oªº¤â¦Ó¥B¦b¹q¼v¤¤¼¾§Ë¥Õ¼öªº²ÓM¶i¤@Ó¤f³U¤§¤º,"¥¦·N¿×§Ú¯à¨Ï§Úªº·L¤¤¤l¦³¤O¶q¸H®h"!
She waved her hand about happily. A soft whine oscillated higher and higher.
The glower on the Condor's face grew darker and darker. He turned to her.
/ ¦o¨ì³B§Ö¼Ö´§»R¤F¦oªº¤â¡C ³nªº©ê«è®¶°Ê±o¶V¨Ó¶V°ª¡C ¦b¨rÆNªºÁy¤WÀü²´ÅܫܶV¨Ó¶V¶Â·t¡C ¥L¨D§U©ó¦o¡C
"You mean all this time you.." / "§A³o¦¸·N¿×¥þ³¡§A¡C¡C"
"Careful, gorgeous," I whispered into his ear, nudging him with
my gun, "This isn't the kind of head I'm partial to." / "¤p¤ßªº,µØÄRªº",§Ú¶i¤J¥Lªº¦Õ¦·¤§¤º¦Õ»y,¥Î§Úªººj¥Î¨y»´±À¥L
", ³o¤£¬OÀYªºÃþ«¬§Ú°¾¦n".
"Get his belt, too. I have a hunch I know how these things work,"
Kai added. / "¤]±o¨ì¥Lªº±a¤l¡C §Ú¦³§Úª¾¹D³o¨Ç¨Æª«¦p¦ó¤u§@ªº¤@Ӧ׮p,"Kai ¸Éz¡C
"Me?? You're the one in the front seat!" / "§Ú?? §A¬O«e®yªº¨º¤@Ó!"
"Oh all right, ya weenie..." She ducked down and the Condor
made some funny little "urk" noises that made me wonder what
she was doing, besides getting the belt. / " ®@¦n ,ya ·¥¤pªº³±²ô¡C¡C¡C"
¦o¨S¤J¤ô¤¤¤U¨Ó¡A¦Ó¥B¨rÆN§@¤F¤@¨Ç¦n¯ºªº¤@ÂIÂI " urk"»s³y§ÚÃhºÃ¦o¥¿¦b°µªº¾¸µ,°£±o¨ì±a¤l¤§¥~¡C
"Can you listen in on that thing?" I asked her. / " §A¯àÅ¥¶Ü¦b¨º¤@¥ó¨Æª«¤W"?
§Ú°Ý¤F¦o¡C
"Not without the power cell, why?" / " ¤£¬O¨S¦³¤O¶q²ÓM,¬°¤°»ò"?
I pointed back behind us, "INCOMING!" / §Ú¦b§Ú̫ᱦV«á¦a«ü,¦¬¤J!
Tracer fire spat from the G-1, trying to blow out a tire. Kai didn't look
up from the belt she was destroying. / °lÂܪ̤õ±q G-1 »´¥´, ¹Á¸Õ§jº¶¤@Ó½üL¡C Kai ¨S¦³¬Ý¦b±q¦o¥¿¦b¯}Ãaªº±a¤l¤W±¡C
"Y'know, the Eagle's got lousy aim," I commented, "If it
were he doing that," here I nudged the Condor, "We'd be in the
ditch by now." / "Y'know,³Q±o¨ì¦Ã©ªº¥Ø¼ÐÆN",§Ú§åµû ",¦pªG¬O¥L¦b°µ¨º",§Ú¥Î¨y»´±À¤F¨rÆNªº³o¸Ì
", §Ú̱N·|¨ì¦p¤µ¬O¦b·¾´ë¤¤".
Kai nodded, looking at her hand reflectively, "This thing's about
to go off." She rolled down the window. / Kai ÂIÀY,¤Ï®g¦a¬Ý¦oªº¤â," ³oÃö©óªº¨Æª«Ãz¬µ".
¦o±²¤U¨Óµ¡¤á¡C
"You finished with my belt??" the Condor growled. / "§A¥Î§¹§Úªº±a¤l??"¨rÆN«ã§p¡C
"Oh yeah, here, sorry.. Cool set-up, why haven't you got cancer?"
/ " ®@¬Oªº,³o¸Ì,Ãø¹Lªº¡C¡C ²D²nªº²Õ-´£°ª, ¬°¤°»ò§AÁÙ¨S±o¨ìÀù¯g?"
"Huh??" / "ó!??"
"With the amount of radiation required to activate that thing, you
should at least be showing symptoms by now," Kai said, hoisting herself
out of the window. / " Âǥѥ²»Ý¨ë¿E¨º¤@¥ó¨Æª«ªº©ñ®g½uªº¼Æ¶q¡A§AÀ³¸Ó¦Ü¤Ö¨ì¦p¤µÅã¥ÜÄpª¬",Kai
»¡,±qµ¡¤á¤É°_¦o¦Û¤v¡C
<<BRACKT>> <screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee> / <<BRACKT>><screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee>
The car screeched and spun as a wild shot came off the G-1. The plane
spun in the air, dodging Kai's neutrino beams. Then we hit a patch of
black ice, and spun madly into a snow bank. / ·í³¥©Êªºª`®g²æ¸¨ G-1 ªº®ÉÔ¡A¨T¨®¦yµÛÁnµÁ¿¦Ó¥B§Ö³t±ÛÂà¡C
¸¾÷¦bªÅ®ð¤¤§Ö³t±ÛÂà,Á׶} Kai's ·L¤¤¤l¥ú½u¡C µM«á§ÚÌÀ»¤¤¤F¤@¤ùÁ¡¦B, ¦Ó¥Bµo¨g¦a¶i¤J¤@Ó³·»È¦æ¤§¤º§Ö³t±ÛÂà¡C
From the private journals of Ci\rean Mharagorm: / ±q Ci\ rean Mharagorm
ªº¨p¤H¤é°O:
"Kai!! KAI!!" Cat-sama was screaming, dragging herself out of
the car and running towards me, dodging fire from the G-1. When the car
hit the ice, I, being halfway out of the window, was thrown clear and
was currently up-ended in a ditch. Ouch. My patch was about to go off
again, so I cleared it with another shot to the G-1, and one for the G-2
for good measure -- the Condor was trying to get her out of the snowbank.
/ "Kai!! KAI!!"¿ß-sama ¥¿¦b¦y¥s¡A±q¨T¨®©ì©Ô¦o¦Û¤v¦Ó¥B¦V§Ú¶]¡AÁ׶}¨Ó¦Û G-1 ªº¤õ¡C ·í¨T¨®À»¤¤¦B¡A§Úªº®ÉÔ,±qµ¡¤á¥b¸ô,
²M·¡¦a³Q¥á¦Ó¥B²{¦b¦V¤W-¦b¤@±ø·¾´ë¤¤µ²§ô¡C «uò¡C §Úªº¸H®h¥¿n¦A¤@¦¸Ãz¬µ¡A¦]¦¹¡A§Ú³Q¥Î¹ï G-1 ªº¥tª`®g²M°£ªº¥¦, ©M¤@¬° G-2 ¹ï©ó¦n¤è¦¡
-- ¨rÆN¥¿¦b¹Á¸Õ§â¦o»°¥X³·³ö¡C
"Are you alright??" came Berg's frantic voice. / "§A¬O¦nªº¶Ü??"¨Ó¦B¤sªº¨g¶ÃÁnµ¡C
"Mmph grph," I tried, spat snow, and tried again, "Yeah,
I'm great, just a little chilly. Here, help me out of this.." / "Mmph
grph",§Ú¹Á¸Õ,»´¥´³·, ¦Ó¥B¦A¤@¦¸¹Á¸Õ ",¬Oªº,§Ú«Ü´Îªº,¶È¶Èµy·L´H§N¡C ³o¸Ì,³oÀ°§U§Ú¡C¡C"
"Now what the hell good was that supposed to be?" she hollared.
/ " ²{¦b¦aº»¦n³B¬O¤°»ò±À·Q¬O"? ¦o hollared¡C
"Will you take a pill??" I rummaged around in the wallet I had
nicked from the Condor's belt, "Damn, no credit cards.. Oo! An unspecified
medical card, even better!" / "§A±N±a¤@²ÉÃĤY¶Ü??"§Ú¦b§Ú¤w¸g±q¨rÆNªº±a¤l¨è²ª©óªº¥Ö§¨¤¤ªºªþªñ½¹M
",«D±`¤S¨S¦³«H¥Î³Æ¸m¥d¤ù¡C¡C Oo! ¤@±i¤£«ü©wªº°·±dÂåÀø¥d,¬Æ¦Ü§ó!"
"What are you doing?" Berg asked, mystified. I fired off another
bolt at the Gatch-niks. / "§A¥¿¦b°µ¤°»ò"? ¦B¤s°Ý,¯«¯¦¤Æ¡C §Ú¦b Gatch ¨«¶}ÂI¿U¥tªù¬-niks¡C
"This ought to do it," I commented, holding up the paper money
contained in the wallet. I took off my patch and held it out to Berg,
/ "³oÀ³¸Ó°µ¥¦",§Ú§åµû,¦b³Q¥]§t¦b¥Ö§¨ªº³ø¯È¿ú¤W±´¤¦í¡C §Ú²æ±¼§Úªº¸H®h¦Ó¥B®³µÛ¥X¥¦¨ì¦B¤s,
"Here, hold them off for a few, I'll be back in a couple of minutes."
/ " ³o¸Ì, ±N¥LÌ©µ¿ð¬°¤@¨Ç, §Ú±N¦^¨ì¤@¨Ç¼Æ¤ÀÄÁ".
She took the patch and gingerly fitted it over her palm, "How do
I use this?" / ¦o±a¤F¸H®h¨Ã¥B¤p¤ßÁlÁl¦a¦b¦oªº¤â´x¤§¤W¾A¦X¤F¥¦,"§Ú¦p¦ó¨Ï¥Î³o"?
"It's a lot harder to control than the human-powered patch. If it
starts to sting your palm, fire: Otherwise, it'll go off and take your
arm with it." / " ¥¦¬O«Ü¦h§ó§V¤O¦a±±¨î³Ó©ó¤H¤O¸H®h¡C ¦pªG¥¦¶}©l¨ë§Aªº¤â´x,ÂI¿U: §_«h¡A¥¦±NÃz¬µ¦Ó¥B¥Î¥¦±a§Aªº¤âÁu¡C"
"How do I fire?? Kai!! Where are you going???" / "§Ú¦p¦óÂI¿U??
Kai!! §A¥¿n¥hþ¸Ì???"
From the private journals of Berg Katze: / ±q¦B¤s Katze ªº¨p¤H¤é°O:
Fine time to leave me in the lurch, I fumed. I stared at the circling
G-1, at the G-2 struggling to leave its snowy prison, at the faintly glowing
patch on my palm. It was starting to sting, and I had no idea how it worked!
/ »@´Ú®É¶¡¯d¤U§Ú¦bºG±Ñ¤¤,§ÚÂt¡C §Ú¨nµÛ¥]³ò G-1 ¬Ý, ¦b G-2 ¾Ä°«Â÷¶}¥¦ªº¦h³·ºÊº»,¦b§Úªº¤â´x¤Wªº·L®z¥Õ¼öªº¸H®h¡C ¥¦¶}©l¨ë¡A¦Ó¥B§Ú¤£ª¾¹D¥¦¦p¦ó¤u§@!
Another round of tracer fire startled me and I shrieked, throwing my hands
up to shield my face.. / ¥t¥~¦^¦Xªº°lÂܪ̤õ¾_Åå¤F§Ú¡A¦Ó¥B§Ú¦y¥s, ¦R¥X§Úªº¤â¾B½ª§ÚªºÁy¡C¡C
<<BRACKT>> <screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee> / <<BRACKT>><screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee>
..Oh! So THAT's how it works! My palm felt hot, but was unharmed, and
the energy recoil ran up my arm with a feeling like crawling army ants.
The G-2 had pulled out of the snow and was bearing down on me, picking
up speed. I stood up and faced it, the wind off the G-1 smacking my face,
blowing my hair around. Snakes of fire crawled up my arm as the patch
began to sting. It was a Kodak moment... / ¡C¡C®@! ¥H«K¬O¥¦¤u§@ªº¤è¦¡! §Úªº¤â´xı±o¼ö, ¦ý¬O¨S¦³¨ü¶Ëªº¡A¦Ó¥B¯à·½¬ÈÁY¹³ª¦¦æ¦b©M·Pıªº§Ú¤âÁu¤W±¶]x¶¤¿ÂÃÆ¡C
³Q¦³ªº G-2 ²æÂ÷³·¨Ã¥B¥¿¦b½Ä¦V§Ú,¬B°_³t«×¡C §Ú¯¸°_¨Ó¦Ó¥B±¹ï¤F¥¦, ·¦b G-1 ¥~©Q¦Þªº§ÚÁy,¦bªþªñ§j§ÚªºÀY¾v¡C ·í¸H®h¶}©l¨ëªº®ÉÔ¡A¤õªº³D¦b§Úªº¤âÁu¤W±ª¦¦æ¡C
¥¦¬O¬_¹F¤ù¨è¡C¡C¡C
<<BRACKT>> <screeeeeeeeeeeeeeee> / <<BRACKT>><screeeeeeeeeeeeeeee>
GOT HIM!!! Right under the bumper! The G-2 shot up into the air, rolling
backwards end over end. A dark, bird-shaped shadow leaped from the spinning
car, rolling with the force of the car's impact. I looked up: The G-1
was circling above me, trying to pinpoint me. One more pass... / ±o¨ì¤F¥L!!!
¦b½w½Ä¾×¤U±ªºÅv§Q! ¶i¤JªÅ®ð¤§¤º³Q§Ö³t¦¨ªøªº G-2,¦V«áºu°Ê¦bµ²§ô¤§¤Wµ²§ô¡C ¶Â·t,³¾§Îªº¼v¹³±q¯¼Â´¨T¨®¸õÅD,¥H¨T¨®ªº½ÄÀ»¤O¶qºu°Ê¡C §Ú¬Ý¦b:¤W±
G-1 ¥¿¦b¥]³ò¦b§Ú¤W±, ¹Á¸Õºë½T¦a§ä¨ì§Ú¡C ¥t¥~¤@Ó³~®|¡C¡C¡C
<<BRACKT>> <screeeeeeeeeeeeeeee> / <<BRACKT>><screeeeeeeeeeeeeeee>
Right in the exhaust port!! Yes! I have the power! Neutrino queen! Atomic
Mutant of Mayhem!! / ¦b±Æ®ð´ä¤f¤¤ªºÅv§Q!! ¬Oªº! §Ú¦³¤O¶q! ·L¤¤¤l¬Ó¦Z! ¶Ë®`¸oªºì¤l¬ðÅܲ§ºØ!!
"Having fun, are you?" It was Kai, holding a box of Monoject
/ "¦³¼Ö½ì, ¬O§A"? ¥¦¬O Kai,´¤¦í¤@Ó Monoject ªº²°¤l
Extra-Fine hypodermics under her arm, "Don't get too carried away,
we need to let them catch us for a bit." / ¦b¦oªº¤âÁu¤U±ªºÃB¥~¤§ª«- »@´Ú¥Ö¤Uª`®g,"¤£¤Ó³Q¹BÂ÷¶},§ÚÌ»ÝnÅý¥L̬°¤@ÂIÂI®·®»§ÚÌ".
"Catch us??? Why??? What on earth for??" / "®·®»§ÚÌ??? ¬°¤°»ò???
¤°»ò¦b¦a²y¤W¬°??"
She looked at me in amazement, "Why to give them back the stuff we
borrowed, of course! What do you think I am, a thief??" / ¦oÅå³Y¦a¬Ý§Ú,"¬°¤°»ò¸Ó§â¥L̵¹¦^¨Ó§ÚÌɪº¨Æ±¡,
·íµM! §A»{¬°¤°»ò§Ú¬O? ¤@Ó¤p°½?"
"Oh, right, 'Artemis 666'.." "I borrow things," she
says primly, "I always put them back when / "®@,Åv§Q,'¤ë»P¬¼Âyªº¤k¯« 666'.¡C"
"§Úɨƪ«",¦o³W³W¯x¯x¦a»¡ ", §ÚÁ`¬O§â¥LÌ©ñ¦^ì³B·í
I'm finished playing with them." She goes back to breaking the ends
off the syringes, then pulls out a Swiss Army Knife and twists the naked
ends of wires around them, "I need to tap into that cesium cell for
a sec." / §Ú³Q©M¥L̪±§¹¡C"¦o¦^¥h¦bª`®g¾¹¥~¥´¯}µ²§ô,µM«á©Ô¥X¤@Ó·ç¤hªº³°x¤M¦Ó¥B¦b¥LÌ©P³òÀ¾¹q½uªº¨ª»rµ²§ô
",§Ú»Ýn¶i¤J¨º¤@Ó䣲ÓM¤§¤º»´¥´¤@Ó¬í"
"Uh, Kai.. If I stop firing, we'll be in trouble. The Condor is stalking
us." / "Uh ¡A Kai¡C¡C ¦pªG§Ú°±¤î¶}¤õ,§Ú̱N¦³³Â·Ð¡C ¨rÆN¥¿¦b®¨®¨¾aªñ§ÚÌ¡C"
"Yeah, so? I told you, I want him to catch us. Only for a little
while." / "¬Oªº,¦p¦¹? §Ú§i¶D¤F§A,§Ú·Qn¥L®·®»§ÚÌ¡C ¥u¦³¤p¤pªº¤@·|¨à¡C"
"He'll beat us up!" / "¥L±Nµh¥´§ÚÌ"!
"Can't. We're women." I wasn't sure I wanted to trust this logic.
I gave her the patch, and watch her tap into it with a small soldering
pen. Carefully, she soldered the leads to the syringes. The acrid smell
hovered in the air, stinging my nostrils. / "¤£¯à¡C §Ú̬O¤k¤H¡C" §Ú¤£½T©w§Ú·Qn«H¿à³oÅÞ¿è¡C
§Ú¶i¤J¥¦¤§¤º¥H¤@ªK¤pªº²k¿ûµ§µ¹¤©¤F¦o¸H®h , ©M¤â¿ö¦oªº»´¥´¡C ¤p¤ß¦a¡A¦o¬I¥H²k±µ¤F¹ïª`®g¾¹ªº½u¯Á¡C W¨ýªº¨ý¹D¦bªÅ®ð¤¤½L±Û,¨ë¤Hªº§Ú»ó¤Õ¡C
"Give it up, Galactor!" The Condor shouted. I spun around and
nearly jumped out of my skin: He was right behind me. / "©ñ±ó¥¦,Galactor"!
¨rÆN©I³Û¡C §Ú§Ö³t±ÛÂà¦b¦Ó¥B©P³ò´X¥G¸õÅDÂ÷§Úªº¥Ö½§: ¥L¦b§Ú«á±¬O¥¿½T¦a¡C
"We are the white shadows in the night.." a voice intoned, /
"§ÚÌ©]±ß¬O¥Õ¦âªº¼v¹³¡C¡C"Ánµ intoned,
"Shadow warriors of justice.. Sometimes five.. sometimes.."
<<BRACKT>> <screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee> / "¥¿¸qªº¼v¤l¾Ô¤h¡C¡C
¦³®É¤¡C¡C ¦³®É¡C¡C" <<BRACKT>><screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee>
"Sometime you'll have to see 'Raiders of the Lost Ark'," Kai
said, her face lit with fiery sparks. I broke up. / "¬Y¤@Ӯɶ¡§A±N¥²¶·¬Ý¨£
'¥¢¥hªº¤è¦à©_ŧªÌ'",Kai »¡,¦oªºÁy©M¿K¼öªº¤õªáµo«G¡C §Ú¥Ë¸Ñ¡C
Then the world exploded into stars; I reeled from the blow, then had my
arms wrenched around my back. I had forgotten about the / µM«á¥@¬É¶i¤J¬P¤§¤ºÃz¬µ;
§Ú±q¥´À»©ó¶b¤W, µM«á¦b§ÚªºI³¡©P³ò²r§á§Úªº¤âÁu¡C §Ú¤w¸g¨ì³B§Ñ°O¨º
Condor. / ¨rÆN¡C
**KA-BLAM** / **¤d¦w°ö-BLAM**
"OW! OW! OW! OW!" / "ªí¥Ü¬ðµM¯kµh©Òµo¥X¤§Án! ªí¥Ü¬ðµM¯kµh©Òµo¥X¤§Án! ªí¥Ü¬ðµM¯kµh©Òµo¥X¤§Án!
ªí¥Ü¬ðµM¯kµh©Òµo¥X¤§Án!"
Tee-hee.. forgotten I had his gun, too... / T¦r-hee¡C¡C §Ñ°O§Ú¤]¦³¤F¥Lªººj¡C¡C¡C
From the private journals of Joe Asakura, G-2: / ±q³ì Asakura ªº¨p¤H¤é°O,G-2:
That damned Galactor witch damned near took off my foot! I *hate* hopping
around with an injury, it's so humiliating. Although not as humiliating
as Ken's getting caught out in the middle of his monologue: I've warned
him about that time and again... He's going to hurt for a while.... /
¾aªñ³Q¶A©Gªº¸Ó¦º Galactor §Å±C²æ±¼§Úªº¸}! §Ú *¼¨«ë*¥H¨ü¶Ë¦bªþªñ³æ¸}¸õ,¥¦¬O¦p¦¹¥áÁy¡C ÁöµM¤£¹³ªÖ®¦¤@¼Ëªº¥áÁy±o¨ì¦b¥Lªº¿W¥Õ¤¤¥¡¤¤ªº®·®»:
§Ú¤w¸g¤j¬ù¨º¦¸©M¦A¤@¦¸Äµ§i¥L¡C¡C¡C ¥L±Nn¶Ë®`¤@°}¤l....
As I lay in the snow, trying to stop the bleeding, the short woman announced
"Done!" and showered me with a pocketful of diskettes. / ·í§Ú½ö¦b³·¤¤,
¹Á¸Õ°±¤î¥X¦å, ¸G¤k¤H«Å§G§¹¦¨¤F! ¦Ó¥B¥ÎºÏ¤ùªº pocketful ²O¯D§Ú¡C
She also gave me back my wallet, with an IOU for the pocket cash. Damn,
so much for the movies on Sunday. / ¦o¤]§â§Úµ¹¤©¦^¨Ó§Úªº¥Ö§¨,ÂÇ¥Ñ IOU ¦]¬°¤f³U§I²{¡C ¶A©G, ¹ï©ó¹q¼v¬O³o»ò¦h¦b¬P´Á¤é¡C
The G-2 is practically a write-off, and will need a lot of work to get
her back to being roadworthy, let alone suitable for Gatchaman duty. The
G-1 is going to have some serious engine trouble, but still flies. Jun
has a concussion, but is otherwise all right, and my foot is missing about
an inch off the inside of the ball. / G-2 ¹ê»Ú¦a¬O¤@Ó±q±b¥Ø¤W¤Ä¾P, ¦Ó¥B±N»Ýn³\¦h¤u§@±o¨ì¦oªº¦V«á¦a¨ì¾A¦X¹D¸ô¤W¨Ï¥Î,¹ï©ó
Gatchaman ³d¥ô¬O¾A·íªº¿W¦Û¦aÅý¡C G-1 ¥¿¦b¥h¦³¤@¨ÇÄY«ªº¤ÞÀº³Â·Ð, ¦ý¬O¤´µM¸¡C ¤»¤ë¦³¤@Ó¿E°Ê, ¦ý¬O§_«h¦n¡A¦Ó¥B§Úªº¸}¥¿¦b²yªº¤º³¡¥~¥¢¥hÃö©ó¦Tªº¨Æ¡C
They made their escape in a taxi, heading towards the airport. / ¥LÌ»s³y¤F¤@½øpµ{¨®ªº¥LÌ°k¤`,«e©¹¾÷³õ¡C
Before they left, the blonde woman sauntered up to me, dumped Jun's clothes
on me and said "See you some other time, gorgeous. You're the most
fun date I've ever had." Then.. oh God, I'm going to have nightmares
about this... she *KISSED* me!! Blargh! The only worse torture I can think
of than kissing that Galactor woman is kissing Berg Katze! / ¥LÌÂ÷¶}¤§«e¡A¥Õ¦âªº¤k¤H¶¢³}¥Ñ§Ú¨M©w,
¶É¨ø¤F¦b§Ú¤Wªº¤»¤ë¦çªA¦Ó¥B»¡ "¬Ý¨£§A¼Æ¨ä¥Lªº®É¶¡,µØÄRªº¡C §A¬O³Ì¦³½ìªº¤é´Á§Ú´¿¸g¤w¸g¦³¡C"·í®É¡C¡C ªí¥ÜÅå³Y¤W«Ò,§Ú±NnÃö©ó³o¦³¹ÚÆL¡C¡C¡C
¦o *§k*§Ú!! Blargh! °ß¤@ªº¸ûÁV«þ°Ý§Ú¯à¶W¹L§k Galactor ¤k¤H¥¿¦b§k¦B¤s Katze ·Q¨ì !
From the private journals of Ci\rean Mharagorm: / ±q Ci\ rean Mharagorm
ªº¨p¤H¤é°O:
Berg was chattering away on the cellular phone they have on the plane.
She'd been making call after call, ever since we boarded. / ¦B¤s¥¿¦b¥´¦æ°Ê¹q¸Ü³ã³ã¤£¥ðÂ÷¶}¥L̦³¦b¸¾÷¤W¡C
¦o¤w¸g»s³y¦b©I¥s«áªº©I¥s,¥Ñ§ÚÌ·f¼¦Ü¤µ¡C
"I thought that was a great idea of mine," she said smugly.
/ "§Ú·Q¡A¨º¬O¤@Ó§Úªº´Î·Qªk",¦o¦Û¥H¬°¬O¦a»¡¡C
"Mmm, indeed. Dr. Nambu's just a little too confident in his security
system." / "Mmm,ªº½T¡C ¶È¶È¦³ÂI¨à¦Û«H¦b¥Lªº¦w¥þ¨t²Î¤¤ªº Nambu's ³Õ¤h¡C"
"Oh definately! Imagine, leaving your credit card number and expiry
date just lying around in the hi-sec. computer lab!" / " ®@©ú½T¦a!
·Q¹³, Â÷¶}§Aªº«H¥Î¥d¼Æ¡A¦Ó¥B²×¤F¬ù·|¶È¶ÈµL©Ò¨Æ¨Æ¦a²V¤é¤l¦b¨º¶Ù-¬í¹q¸£¹êÅç«Ç!"
"You memorized his signature, I hope? If you didn't, I know it. /
"§A°O¦í¤F¥LªºÃ±¦r,§Ú§Æ±æ? ¦pªG§A¨S¦³,§Úª¾¹D¥¦¡C
I can show you." / §Ú¯àÅã¥Ü§A¡C"
"Along with the rest of the important data. His next statement is
going to be quite a nasty surprise," she chuckled, "I love having
an eidetic memory." / "³s¦P«nªº¸ê®Æ¨ä¥¦³¡¤À¤@°_¡C ¥Lªº¤UÓ³¯z±Nn¬Û·í¬O¦Ã©ªº·N¥~,"¦o¦Y¦Yªº¯º
",§Ú·R¦³·¥¨äÂA©úªº°O¾Ð¡C"
"Mm-hmm, comes in handy sometimes..." Especially when its not
being erased by Sosai X. / "¤½Âç-hmm,¦³®É¦³©Ò¥Î³B¡C¡C¡C" ¤×¨ä·í¥¦ªº¤£³Q Sosai
X ©Ù±¼¡C
"So you got the antidote then?" / " ¦]¦¹§AµM«á±o¨ì¤F¸Ñ¬r¾¯"?
"Mm? What antidote?" / "¤½Âç? ¤°»ò¸Ñ¬r¾¯?"
"The antidote to the virus!" / "¹ï¯f¬rªº¸Ñ¬r¾¯"!
"That? Phshaw, I took care of that before we even left!" "I
don't understand." / "¨º? Phshaw, §Ú¦b§Ṳ́§«e·ÓÅU¨º¬Æ¦Ü¥ªÃä!" "§Ú¤£¤F¸Ñ"
¡C
"The techs at Galactor really are stupid. You were quite right when
you told Sosai I was the only one with brains enough to be able to cure
it. There's a very simple cure for virusses: its called 'the off switch'."
/ "¦b Galactor ªº¬ì§Þ¯uªº¬O·MÄøªº¡C ·í§A§i¶D¤F Sosai §Ú¬O¯à°÷ªvÀø¥¦ªº¦³¸£¥R¨¬ªº°ß¤@¤@Óªº®ÉÔ¡A§A¬Û·í¥¿½T¡C
¬° virusses ¦³«D±`²³æªºªvÀø: ¥¦ªº¥s°µ '»·ªº¶}Ãö'."
"What???" / "¤°»ò???"
"Sure! Turn off the power, and the virus can't survive. I was looking
up the lifespan when you approached me after Sosai was finished with you.
It has a lifespan of three days in the RAM, so we'll be down for three
days. During that time, however, we can run a kill program over all of
the diskettes, to make sure it doesn't get reloaded." / "·íµM!
§â¹q·½Ãö±¼¡A¦Ó¥B¯f¬r¤£¯àÄ~Äò¥Í¦s¡C ¦b Sosai ³Q©M§AÂ_¥æ¤§«á¡A·í§A±µªñ¤F§Úªº®ÉÔ¡A§Ú¥¿¦b¬d¹Ø©R¡C ¥¦¦³ÀH¾÷¦s¨ú°O¾ÐÅ骺¤@Ó¤T¤Ñªº¹Ø©R¡A¦]¦¹¡A§Ú̱N¬O¤U¨Ó¹F¤T¤Ñ¤§¤[¡C
¦b¨º´Á¶¡¡AµM¦Ó¡A§Ú̯àÁÓ¹L¤@Ó±þpµe©Ò¦³ªººÏ¤ù, ½T©w¥¦¤£±o¨ì¦A¸Ë³f¡C"
She stared at me, bafflement giving way to rage, "Then what the *fuck*
was all that messing around at the ISO for????" / ¦o¨nµÛ§Ú¬Ý,©}ªA©ó ªº¥¢±Ñµo«ã,"
µM«á¤°»ò¨º *©Ê¥æ* ¬O©Ò¦³ªº¨ºÓ¦b°ê»Ú¼Ð·Ç²Õ´ªºªþªñ§ËÁV????"
"To get you your Christmas present, silly!" / " ®³§Aªº¸t½Ï§ª«µ¹§A,·MÄøªº"!
Epilogue -- Christmas morning: / µ²»y -- ¸t½Ï¸`¦±á:
Berg Katze was the first to rise, stumbling groggily out to the kitchen
to make hot chocolate and heat cinnamon buns. Balancing the bed-tray over
her companion's lap, she crawled back into the warm blankets. Kai reached
down, and pulled up a stuffed Christmas stocking, which she presented,
with great ceremony, to Katze. / ¦B¤s Katze ¬O¤W¤Éªº²Ä¤@, ¦b¥~°s¾K¦a²Ì˨ì¼p©Ð¨Ï¼öªº¥©§J¤O©M¼ö¦¨¬°¦×®Û¦â¤pÄÑ¥]¡C
¥¿Å§É-¦b¦oªºªB¤Í½¥»\¤Wªº½L¤l,¦oª¦¦æªð¦^·Å·xªº¤ò´à¡C Kai ¦ù¤â®³¤U, ¦Ó¥B©Þ¥X¦³´Îªº¨å§¤@Âù³Q¸Ë¶ñªº¸t½Ï¸`ªøÄû,¨ì Katze, ¦o§e²{¡C
"Oo, goody! I've never had a stocking before!" Katze reached
down and brought one up for Kai. Between bites of sticky-bun and sips
of chocolate, they emptied out their hoarde. / "Oo,¨¥÷§C·L¤§¦Ñ°ü! §Ú¥H«e±q¥¼¦³¤@ÂùªøÄû!"
Katze ¦ù¤â®³¤U¦Ó¥B±a¤@¼W¥[¹ï©ó Kai¡C ¦b«r¤§¶¡ÂHÂHªº-¤pÄÑ¥]©M¥©§J¤Oªº°ã¶¼,¥L̲MªÅ¤F¥L̪º hoarde ¡C
"Oooooo," Kai breathed, "They're all moonstones!"
The morning sunlight glinted off the necklace, lighting their deep internal
fires. / "Oooooo",Kai ©I§l ",©Ò¦³ªº¥L̬O¤ëªø¥Û"! ¦±á¤é¥úÂ÷¶}¶µÁå°{Ä£,ÂI¥L̪º²`¤º¦bªº¤õ¨a¡C
Katze smiled and dug into her own stocking. / Katze ·L¯º¦Ó¥B°Ê¥Î¦o¦Û¤vªºªøÄû¡C
"Oh, paint brushes!" / "®@,ªoº£²¨¨ê"!
"They're for acrylics." / " ¥L̬O¬°À£§J¤Oªº".
"Neat!!" / "¾ã¼äªº!!"
When they had finished their breakfast and opened their stockings, the
two women bounded out into the living room, where the great, shining tree
towered, sheltering an enormous mound of sparkle and gift-wrap. / ·í¥L̤w¸g§¹¦¨¥L̪º¦À\¦Ó¥B¥´¶}¥L̪ºªøÄû®ÉÔ,¤GÓ¤k¤H¶i¤J¤j®vªº«ÈÆU¤§¤º¸õÅD¥X,
°{Ã{¾ð°ªÁq, §ÈÅ@°{Ä£©M§ª«¥]¸Ëªº¥¨¤j¤g¼[¡C
"Good morning, Katze-sama, Ms Maragorm," The door admitted several
of Katze's private escort of trustworthy people. The two women greeted
the newcomers, and all sat down around the tree, eager to rip into the
packages. / "¦¦w¡A Katze-sama,¤p©j Maragorm",ªù©Ó»{¤F¤@¨Ç Katze's ªº¥i«H¿à¤Hªº¨p¤HÅ@°eªÌ¡C
¤GÓ¤k¤HÅwªï¤F·s¨ÓªÌ, ¦Ó¥B¥þ³¡¦b¾ðªº©P³ò§¤¤U, ¼ö¤ßªº¶i¤J¥]»q¤§¤º¼¹¶}¡C
Paper tore, and exclamations were made over laptop computers, video game
systems, mechanic's sets, wood-shop paraphenalia, jewelry, cookware, cars...
"Enjoy it!" Katze said happily, "It's all on Director /
¯È¼¹¯}¡A¦Ó¥BÅå©I³Q°µ¤W±ªº½¥¤W«¬¹q¸£¹q¸£¡A¹qµø¹C¼Ö¾¹¨t²Î¡A¾÷±ñ¤uªº²Õ¡A¤ì§÷- °Ó©±ªº paraphenalia ¡A¯]Ä_¡A¼p¨ã¡A¨T¨®¡C¡C¡C "¨É¨ü¥¦"!
Katze §Ö¼Ö¦a»¡," ¥¦¥þ³¡¦b«ü¾ÉªÌ¨¤W
Nambu, courtesy of online shopping!" then laughed uproarously. /
Nambu, ½u¤WÁʪ«ªºÂ§»ª!"µM«á¯º¤F uproarously ¡C
"So, Kai," Katze said finally, turning to her bed-mate, "What
could be at the ISO that you had to go through all that trouble for?"
/ "¦p¦¹,Kai",Katze ³Ì«á»¡,Âà¦V¦oªº§É-ªB¤Í ", ¤°»ò¥i¯à¬O¦b§A¥²¶·¥h¹L©Ò¦³ªº¨º¤@ӳ·Ъº°ê»Ú¼Ð·Ç²Õ´¬°"?
"These," Kai replied. She reached into the tree, extracting
several diskettes, hanging cleverly disguised as ornaments. She unhooked
them and handed them to Katze. / "³o¨Ç",Kai µªÂСC ¦o¶i¤J¾ð¤§¤º¨ì¹F,§l¨ú¤@¨ÇºÏ¤ù,
Áo©ú¦aÄa±¾°°¸Ë¦p¸Ë¹¢¡C ¦o±q¨ú¤U¤F¥L̦ӥB§â¥L̥浹 Katze ¡C
"What are they?" / "¥L̬O¤°»ò"?
"The plans and blue-prints to Cresent Coral Base." / "¨ì
Cresent ¬À·äªºp¹º©MÂŹϧ@°ò¦" ¡C
Their eyes met. / ¥L̪º²´·ú¸I¨ì¡C
"You were right," Katze whispered finally, "That was a
lot of fun. ALTHOUGH I COULD HAVE SHOT YOU A COUPLE OF TIMES!!!"
/ " §A¬O¥¿½Tªº",Katze ³Ì«á¦Õ»y ",¨º¬O³\¦h¼Ö½ì¡C ÁöµM§ÚÀ³¸Ó¥i¥H®gÀ»§A¤@¨Ç®õ±à¤h³ø!!!"
Kai threw her head back and laughed and laughed and laughed... / Kai §â¦oªºÀY¥á¦^¨Ó¦Ó¥B¯º¤F¤S¯º¦Ó¥B¯º¡C¡C¡C
¡m¦^¤W¤@¶¡n
|