Hell Corner

最开始我在科幻世界的论坛上注册发帖,形容了一下记得的剧情,希望网友能够提供线索,马上就有人说他也看过,半小时内就得到了有用的信息:这小说在95年的科幻世界上登过,名字叫做黄药丸.但是我用这个名字找不到什么相关的信息,于是试着用英文名字搜索.

使用Yellow Pill直接就发现了第一个结果就是我要的,只是多了个”The”.然后用该页面上的作者名字Rog Phillips查询(因为Philips在中文有多种译法,所以使用Rog的一般翻译”罗格”),发现当时的译名实际是黄药片.这下中文原文也找到了.

回顾了下文章,发现这简直是The Matrix三部曲的灵感~~~拿来共享一下!

E文:

The Yellow Pill
By Rog Phillips

Dr. Cedric Elton slipped into his office by the back entrance, shucked off his topcoat and hid it in the small, narrow-doored closet, then picked up the neatly piled patient cards his receptionist, Helena Fitzroy, had placed on the corner of his desk. There were only four, but there could have been a hundred if he accepted everyone who asked to be his patient, because his successes had more than once been spectacular and his reputation as a psychiatrist had become so great because of this that his name had become synonymous with psychiatry in the public mind.
His eyes flicked over the top card. He frowned, then went to the small square of one-way glass in the reception-room door and looked through it. There were four police officers and a man in a straitjacket.
The card said the man’s name was Gerald Bocek and that he had shot and killed five people in a supermarket, and had killed one officer and wounded two others before being captured.
Except for the straitjacket, Gerald Bocek did not have the appearance of being dangerous. He was about twenty-five, with brown hair and blue eyes. There were faint wrinkles of habitual good nature about his eyes. Right now he was smiling, relaxed, and idly watching Helena, who was pretending to study various cards in her desk file but was obviously conscious of her audience.
Cedric returned to his desk and sat down. The card for Jerry Bocek said more about the killings. When captured, Bocek insisted that the people he had killed were not people at all, but blue-scaled Venusian lizards who had boarded his spaceship, and that he had only been defending himself.
Dr. Cedric Elton shook his head in disapproval. Fantasy fiction was all right in its place, but too many people took it seriously. Of course, it was not the fault of the fiction. The same type of person took other types of fantasy seriously in earlier days, burning women as witches, stoning men as devils—
Abruptly Cedric deflected the control on the intercom and spoke into it. “Send Gerald Bocek in, please,” he said.
A moment later the door to the reception room opened. Helena flashed Cedric a scared smile and got out of the way quickly. One police officer led the way, followed by Gerald Bocek, closely flanked by two officers, with the fourth one in the rear, who carefully closed the door. It was impressive, Cedric decided. He nodded toward a chair in front of his desk, and the police officers sat the straitjacketed man in it, then hovered nearby, ready for anything.
“You’re Jerry Bocek?” Cedric asked.
The straitjacketed man nodded cheerfully.
“I’m Dr. Cedric Elton, a psychiatrist,” Cedric said. “Do you have any idea at all why you have been brought to me?”
“Brought to you?” Jerry echoed, chuckling. “Don’t kid me. You’re my old pal, Gar Castle. Brought to you? How could I get away from you in this stinking tub?”
“Stinking tub?” Cedric said.
“Spaceship,” Jerry said. “Look, Gar. Untie me, will you? This nonsense has gone far enough.”
“My name is Dr. Cedric Elton,” Cedric enunciated. “You are not on a spaceship. You were brought to my office by the four policemen standing in back of you, and—”
Jerry Bocek turned his head and studied each of the four policemen with frank curiosity. “What policemen?” he interrupted. “You mean these four gear lockers?” He turned his head back and looked pityingly at Dr. Elton. “You’d better get hold of yourself, Gar,” he said. “You’re imagining things.”
“My name is Dr. Cedric Elton,” Cedric said.
Gerald Bocek leaned forward and said with equal firmness, “Your name is Gar Castle. I refuse to call you Dr. Cedric Elton, because your name is Gar Castle, and I’m going to keep on calling you Gar Castle because we have to have at least one peg of rationality in all this madness or you will be cut completely adrift in this dream world you’ve cooked up.”
Cedric’s eyebrows shot halfway up to his hairline.
“Funny,” he mused, smiling. “That’s exactly what I was just going to say to you!”

· · · · ·

Cedric continued to smile. Jerry’s serious intenseness slowly faded. Finally an answering smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. When it became a grin, Cedric laughed, and Jerry began to laugh with him. The four police officers looked at one another uneasily.
“Well!” Cedric finally gasped. “I guess that puts us on an even footing! You’re nuts to me and I’m nuts to you!”
“An equal footing is right!” Jerry shouted in high glee. Then he sobered. “Except,” he said gently, “I’m tied up.”
“In a straitjacket,” Cedric corrected.
“Ropes,” Jerry said firmly.
“You’re dangerous,” Cedric said. “You killed six people, one of them a police officer, and wounded two other officers.”
“I blasted five Venusian lizard pirates who boarded our ship,” Jerry said, “and melted the door off of one gear locker and seared the paint on two others. You know as well as I do, Gar, how space madness causes you to personify everything. That’s why they drill into you that the minute you think there are more people on board the ship than there were at the beginning of the trip, you’d better go to the medicine locker and take a yellow pill. They can’t hurt anything but a delusion.”
“If that is so,” Cedric said, “why are you in a straitjacket?”
“I’m tied up with ropes,” Jerry said patiently. “You tied me up. Remember?”
“And those four police officers behind you are gear lockers?” Cedric said. “Okay, if one of those gear lockers comes around in front of you and taps you on the jaw with his fist, would you still believe it’s a gear locker?”
Cedric nodded to one of the officers, and the man came around in front of Gerald Bocek and, quite carefully, hit him hard enough to rock his head but not hurt him. Jerry’s eyes blinked with surprise, then he looked at Cedric and smiled. “Did you feel that?” Cedric said quietly.
“Feel what?” Jerry said. “Oh!” He laughed. “You imagined that one of the gear lockers—a police officer in your dream world—came around in front of me and hit me?” He shook his head in pity. “Don’t you understand, Gar, that it didn’t really happen? Untie me and I’ll prove it. Before your very eyes I’ll open the door on your policeman and take out the pressure suit, or magnetic grapple, or whatever is in it. Or are you afraid to? You’ve surrounded yourself with all sorts of protective delusions. I’m tied with ropes, but you imagine it to be a straitjacket. You imagine yourself to be a psychiatrist named Dr. Cedric Elton so that you can convince yourself that you’re sane and I’m crazy. Probably you imagine yourself a very famous psychiatrist that everyone would like to come to for treatment. World famous, no doubt. Probably you even think you have a beautiful receptionist. What is her name?”
“Helena Fitzroy,” Cedric said.
Jerry nodded. “It figures,” he said resignedly. “Helena Fitzroy is the expediter at Mars Port. You try to date her every time we land there, but she won’t date you.”
“Hit him again,” Cedric said to the officer. While Jerry’s head was still rocking from the blow, Cedric said, “Now! Is it my imagination that your head is still rocking from the blow?”
“What blow?” Jerry said, smiling. “I felt no blow.”
“Do you mean to say,” Cedric said incredulously, “that there is no corner of your mind, no slight residue of rationality, that tries to tell you your rationalizations aren’t reality?”
Jerry smiled ruefully. “I have to admit,” he said, “when you seem so absolutely certain you’re right and I’m nuts, it almost makes me doubt. Untie me, Gar, and let’s try to work this thing out sensibly.” He grinned. “You know, Gar, one of us has to be nuttier than a fruitcake.”
“If I had the officers take off your straitjacket, what would you do?” Cedric asked. “Try to grab a gun and kill some more people?”
“That’s one of the things I’m worried about,” Jerry said. “If those pirates came back, with me tied up, you’re just space crazy enough to welcome them aboard. That’s why you must untie me. Our lives may depend on it, Gar.”
“Were would you get a gun?” Cedric asked.
“Where they’re always kept,” Jerry said. “In the gear lockers.”
Cedric looked at the four policemen, at their holstered revolvers. One of them grinned feebly at him.
“I’m afraid we can’t take your straitjacket off just yet,” Cedric said. “I’m going to have the officers take you back now. I’ll talk with you again tomorrow. Meanwhile I want you to think seriously about things. Try to get below this level of rationalization that walls you off from reality. Once you make a dent in it, the whole delusion will vanish.” He looked up at the officers. “All right, take him away. Bring him back the same time tomorrow.”
The officers urged Jerry to his feet. Jerry looked down at Cedric, a gentle expression on his face. “I’ll try to do that, Gar,” he said. “And I hope you do the same thing. I’m much encouraged. Several times I detected genuine doubt in your eyes. And—” Two of the officers pushed him firmly toward the door. As they opened it, Jerry turned his head and looked back. “Take one of those yellow pills in the medicine locker, Gar,” he pleaded. “It can’t hurt you.”

· · · · ·

At a little before five-thirty, Cedric tactfully eased his last patient all the way across the reception room and out, then locked the door and leaned his back against it.
“Today was rough,” he sighed.
Helena glanced up at him briefly, then continued typing. “I only have a little more on this last transcript,” she said.
A minute later she pulled the paper from the typewriter and placed it on the neat stack beside her.
“I’ll sort and file them in the morning,” she said. “It was rough, wasn’t it, Doctor? That Gerald Bocek is the most unusual patient you’ve had since I’ve worked for you. And poor Mr. Potts. A brilliant executive, making half a million a year, and he’s going to have to give it up. He seems so normal.”
“He is normal,” Cedric said. “People with above normal blood pressure often have very minor cerebral hemorrhages, so small that the affected area is no larger than the head of a pin. All that happens is that they completely forget things that they knew. They can relearn them, but a man whose judgment must always be perfect can’t afford to take the chance. He’s already made one error in judgment that cost his company a million and a half. That’s why I consented to take him on as a—Gerald Bocek really upset me, Helena. I consent to take a five hundred thousand dollar a year executive as a patient.”
“He was frightening, wasn’t he?” Helena said. “I don’t mean so much because he’s a mass murderer as—”
“I know. I know,” Cedric said. “Let’s prove him wrong. Have dinner with me.”
“We agreed—”
“Let’s break the agreement this once.”
Helena shook her head firmly. “Especially not now,” she said. “Besides, it wouldn’t prove anything. He’s got you boxed in on that point. If I went to dinner with you, it would only show that a wish fulfillment entered your dream world.”
“Ouch,” Cedric said, wincing. “That’s a dirty word. I wonder how he knew about the yellow pills? I can’t get out of my mind the fact that if we had spaceships and if there were a type of space madness in which you began to personify objects, a yellow pill would be the right thing to stop that.”
“How?” Helena said.
“They almost triple the strength of nerve currents from end organs. What results is that reality practically shouts down any fantasy insertions. It’s quite startling. I took one three years ago when they first became available. You’d be surprised how little you actually see of what you look at, especially of people. You look at symbol inserts instead. I had to cancel my appointments for a week. I found I couldn’t work without my professionally built symbol inserts about people that enable me to see them—not as they really are—but as a complex of normal and abnormal symptoms.”
“I’d like to take one sometime,” Helena said.
“That’s a twist,” Cedric said, laughing. “One of the characters in a dream world takes a yellow pill and discovers it doesn’t exist at all except as a fantasy.”
“Why don’t we both take one?” Helena said.
“Uh-uh,” Cedric said firmly. “I couldn’t do my work.”
“You’re afraid you might wake up on a spaceship?” Helena said, grinning.
“Maybe I am,” Cedric said. “Crazy, isn’t it? But there is one thing today that stands out as a serious flaw in my reality. It’s so glaring that I actually am afraid to ask you about it.”
“Are you serious?” Helena said.
“I am.” Cedric nodded. “How does it happen that the police brought Gerald Bocek here to my office instead of holding him in the psychiatric ward at City Hospital and having me go there to see him? How does it happen the D.A. didn’t get in touch with me beforehand and discuss the case with me?”
“I … I don’t know!” Helena said. “I received no call. They just showed up, and I assumed they wouldn’t have without your knowing about it and telling them to. Mrs. Fortesque was your first patient, and I called her at once and caught her just as she was leaving the house and told her an emergency case had come up.” She looked at Cedric with round, startled eyes.
“Now we know how the patient must feel,” Cedric said, crossing the reception room to his office door. “Terrifying, isn’t it, to think that if I took a yellow pill, all this might vanish—my years of college, my internship, my fame as the world’s best-known psychiatrist, and you. Tell me, Helena, are you sure you aren’t an expediter at Mars Port?”
He leered at her mockingly as he slowly closed the door, cutting off his view of her.

· · · · ·

Cedric put his coat away and went directly to the small square of one-way glass in the reception-room door. Gerald Bocek, still in straitjacket, was there, and so were the same four police officers.
Cedric went to his desk and, without sitting down, deflected the control on the intercom.
“Helena,” he said, “before you send in Gerald Bocek get me the D.A. on the phone.”
He glanced over the four patient cards while waiting. Once he rubbed his eyes gently. He had had a restless night.
When the phone rang, he reached for it. “Hello? Dave?” he said. “About this patient, Gerald Bocek—”
“I was going to call you today,” the District Attorney’s voice sounded. “I called you yesterday morning at ten, but no one answered, and I haven’t had time since. Our police psychiatrist, Walters, says you might be able to snap Bocek out of it in a couple of days—at least long enough so that we can get some sensible answers out of him. Down underneath his delusion of killing lizard pirates from Venus, there has to be some reason for that mass killing, and the press is after us on this.”
“But why bring him to my office?” Cedric said. “It’s okay, of course, but … that is … I didn’t think you could! Take a patient out of the ward at City Hospital and transport him around town.”
“I thought that would be less of an imposition on you,” the D.A. said. “I’m in a hurry on it.”
“Oh,” Cedric said. “Well, okay, Dave. He’s out in the waiting room. I’ll do my best to snap him back to reality for you.”
He hung up slowly, frowning. “Less of an imposition!” His whispered words floated into his ears as he snapped into the intercom, “Send Gerald Bocek in, please.”

· · · · ·

The door from the reception room opened, and once again the procession of patient and police officers entered.
“Well, well, good morning, Gar,” Jerry said. “Did you sleep well? I could hear you talking to yourself most of the night.”
“I am Dr. Cedric Elton,” Cedric said firmly.
“Oh, yes,” Jerry said. “I promised to try to see things your way, didn’t I? I’ll try to cooperate with you, Dr. Elton.” Jerry turned to the four officers. “Let’s see now, these gear lockers are policemen, aren’t they? How do you do, officers.” He bowed to them, then looked around him. “And,” he said, “this is your office, Dr. Elton. A very impressive office. That thing you’re sitting behind is not the chart table but your desk, I gather.” He studied the desk intently. “All metal, with a gray finish, isn’t it.”
“All wood,” Cedric said. “Walnut.”
“Yes, of course,” Jerry murmured. “How stupid of me. I really want to get into your reality, Gar … I mean, Dr. Elton. Or get you into mine. I’m the one who’s at a disadvantage, though. Tied up, I can’t get into the medicine locker and take a yellow pill like you can. Did you take one yet?”
“Not yet,” Cedric said.
“Uh, why don’t you describe your office to me, Dr. Elton?” Jerry said. “Let’s make a game of it. Describe parts of things and then let me see if I can fill in the rest. Start with your desk. It’s genuine walnut? An executive-style desk. Go on from there.”
“All right,” Cedric said. “Over here to my right is the intercom, made of gray plastic. And directly in front of me is the telephone.”
“Stop,” Jerry said. “Let me see if I can tell you your telephone number.” He leaned over the desk and looked at the telephone, trying to keep his balance in spite of his arms being encased in the straitjacket. “Hm-m-m,” he said, frowning. “Is the number Mulberry five dash nine oh three seven?”
“No,” Cedric said. “It’s Cedar sev—”
“Stop!” Jerry said. “Let me say it. It’s Cedar seven dash four three nine nine.”
“So you did read it and were just having your fun,” Cedric snorted.
“If you say so,” Jerry said.
“What other explanation can you have for the fact that it is my number, if you’re unable to actually see reality?” Cedric said.
“You’re absolutely right, Dr. Elton,” Jerry said. “I think I understand the tricks my mind is playing on me now. I read the number on your phone, but it didn’t enter my conscious awareness. Instead, it cloaked itself with the pattern of my delusion, so that consciously I pretended to look at a phone that I couldn’t see, and I thought, ‘His phone number will obviously be one he’s familiar with.’ The most probable is the home phone of Helena Fitzroy in Mars Port, so I gave you that, but it wasn’t it. When you said Cedar, I knew right away it was your own apartment phone number.”
Cedric sat perfectly still. Mulberry 5-9037 was actually Helena’s apartment phone number. He hadn’t recognized it until Gerald Bocek told him.
“Now you’re beginning to understand,” Cedric said after a moment. “Once you realize that your mind has walled off your consciousness from reality and is substituting a rationalized pattern of symbology in its place, it shouldn’t be long until you break through. Once you manage to see one thing as it really is, the rest of the delusion will disappear.”
“I understand now,” Jerry said gravely. “Let’s have some more of it. Maybe I’ll catch on.”
They spent an hour at it. Toward the end, Jerry was able to finish the descriptions of things with very little error.
“You are definitely beginning to get through,” Cedric said with enthusiasm.
Jerry hesitated. “I suppose so,” he said. “I must. But on the conscious level I have the idea—a rationalization, of course—that I am beginning to catch on to the pattern of your imagination so that when you give me one or two key elements I can fill in the rest. But I’m going to try, really try—Dr. Elton.”
“Fine,” Cedric said heartily. “I’ll see you tomorrow, same time. We should make the breakthrough then.”
When the four officers had taken Gerald Bocek away, Cedric went into the outer office.
“Cancel the rest of my appointments,” he said.
“But why?” Helena protested.
“Because I’m upset!” Cedric said. “How did a madman whom I never knew until yesterday know your phone number?”
“He could have looked it up in the phone book.”
“Locked in a room in the psychiatric ward at City Hospital?” Cedric said. “How did he know your name yesterday?”
“Why,” Helena said, “all he had to do was read it on my desk here.”
Cedric looked down at the brass nameplate.
“Yes,” he grunted. “Of course. I’d forgotten about that. I’m so accustomed to it being there that I never see it.”
He turned abruptly and went back into his office.

· · · · ·

He sat down at his desk, then got up and went into the sterile whiteness of his compact laboratory. Ignoring the impressive battery of electronic instruments, he went to the medicine cabinet. Inside, on the top shelf, was the glass stopped bottle he wanted. Inside it were a hundred vivid yellow pills. He shook out one and put the bottle away, then went back into his office. He sat down, placing the yellow pill in the center of the white notepad.
There was a brief knock on the door to the reception room and the door opened. Helena came in.
“I’ve canceled all your other appointments for today,” she said. “Why don’t you go out to the golf course? A change will do you—” She saw the yellow pill in the center of the white note pad and stopped.
“Why do you look so frightened?” Cedric said. “Is it because, if I take this little yellow pill, you’ll cease to exist?”
“Don’t joke,” Helena said.
“I’m not joking,” Cedric said. “Out there, when you mentioned about your brass nameplate on your desk, when I looked down it was blurred for just a second, then became sharply distinct and solid. And into my head popped the memory that the first thing I do when I have to get a new receptionist is get a brass nameplate for her, and when she quits I make her a present of it.”
“But that’s the truth,” Helena said. “You told me all about it when I started working for you. You also told me that while you still had your reason about you I was to solemnly promise that I would never accept an invitation from you for dinner or anything else, because business could not mix with pleasure. Do you remember that?”
“I remember,” Cedric said. “A nice pat rationalization in any man’s reality to make the rejection be my own before you could have time to reject me yourself. Preserving the ego is the first principle of madness.”
“But it isn’t!” Helena said. “Oh, darling, I’m here! This is real! I don’t care if you fire me or not. I’ve loved you forever, and you mustn’t let that mass murderer get you down. I actually think he isn’t insane at all, but has just figured out a way to seem insane so he won’t have to pay for his crime.”
“You think so?” Cedric said, interested. “It’s a possibility. But he would have to be as good a psychiatrist as I am—You see? Delusions of grandeur.”
“Sure,” Helena said, laughing thinly. “Napoleon was obviously insane because he thought he was Napoleon.”
“Perhaps,” Cedric said. “But you must admit that if you are real, my taking this yellow pill isn’t going to change that, but only confirm the fact.”
“And make it impossible for you to do your work for a week,” Helena said.
“A small price to pay for sanity,” Cedric said. “No, I’m going to take it.”
“You aren’t!” Helena said, reaching for it.
Cedric picked it up an instant before she could get it. As she tried to get it away from him, he evaded her and put it in his mouth. A loud gulp showed he had swallowed it.
He sat back and looked up at Helena curiously.
“Tell me, Helena,” he said gently. “Did you know all the time that you were only a creature of my imagination? The reason I want to know is—”
He closed his eyes and clutched his head in his hands.
“God!” he groaned. “I feel like I’m dying! I didn’t feel like this the other time I took one.” Suddenly his mind steadied, and his thoughts cleared. He opened his eyes.
On the chart table in front of him, the bottle of yellow pills lay on its side, pills scattered all over the table. On the other side of the control room lay Jerry Bocek, his back propped against one of the four gear lockers, sound asleep, with so many ropes wrapped around him that it would probably be impossible for him to stand up.
Against the far wall were three other gear lockers, two of them with their paint badly scorched, the third with its door half melted off.
And in various positions about the control room were the half-charred bodies of five blue-scaled Venusian lizards.
A dull ache rose in Gar’s chest. Helena Fitzroy was gone. Gone, when she had just confessed she loved him.
Unbidden, a memory came into Gar’s mind. Dr. Cedric Elton was the psychiatrist who had examined him when he got his pilot’s license for third-class freighters—

· · · · ·

“God!” Gar groaned again. And suddenly he was sick. He made a dash for the washroom, and after a while he felt better.
When he straightened up from the washbasin, he looked at his reflection in the mirror for a long time, clinging to his hollow cheeks and sunken eyes. He must have been out of his head for two or three days.
The first time. Awful! Somehow, he had never quite believed in space madness.
Suddenly he remembered Jerry. Poor Jerry!
Gar lurched from the washroom back into the control room. Jerry was awake. He looked up at Gar, forcing a smile to his lips. “Hello, Dr. Elton,” Jerry said.
Gar stopped as though shot.
“It’s happened, Dr. Elton, just as you said it would,” Jerry said, his smile widening.
“Forget that,” Gar growled. “I took a yellow pill. I’m back to normal again.”
Jerry’s smile vanished abruptly. “I know what I did now,” he said. “It’s terrible. I killed six people. But I’m sane now. I’m willing to take what’s coming to me.”
“Forget that!” Gar snarled. “You don’t have to humor me now. Just a minute and I’ll untie you.”
“Thanks, Doctor,” Jerry said. “It will sure be a relief to get out of this straitjacket.”
Gar knelt beside Jerry and untied the knots in the ropes and unwound them from around Jerry’s chest and legs.
“You’ll be all right in a minute,” Gar said, massaging Jerry’s limp arms. The physical and nervous strain of sitting there immobilized had been rugged.
Slowly he worked circulation back into Jerry, then helped him to his feet.
“You don’t need to worry, Dr. Elton,” Jerry said. “I don’t know why I killed those people, but I know I would never do such a thing again. I must have been insane.”
“Can you stand now?” Gar said, letting go of Jerry.
Jerry took a few steps back and forth, unsteadily at first, then with better coordination. His resemblance to a robot decreased with exercise.
Gar was beginning to feel sick again. He fought it.
“You okay now, Jerry boy?” he asked worriedly.
“I’m fine now, Dr. Elton,” Jerry said. “And thanks for everything you’ve done for me.”
Abruptly Jerry turned and went over to the air-lock door and opened it.
“Good-bye now, Dr. Elton,” he said.
“Wait!” Gar screamed, leaping toward Jerry.
But Jerry had stepped into the air lock and closed the door. Gar tried to open it, but already Jerry had turned on the pump that would evacuate the air from the lock.
He watched as Jerry glanced toward the side of the air lock and smiled, then spun the wheel that opened the air lock to the vacuum of space and stepped out.
Screaming Jerry’s name senselessly in horror, Gar watched through the small square of thick glass in the door as Jerry’s chest quickly expanded, then collapsed as a mixture of phlegm and blood dribbled from his nostrils and lips, and his eyes enlarged and glazed over. Then one of them ripped open and collapsed, its fluid draining down his cheek.
And when Gar finally stopped screaming and sank to the deck, sobbing, his knuckles were broken and bloody from pounding on bare metal.

The End

中文:

黄药片
罗格·菲力普斯 吴红月 艾耘 译
编者的话：探讨世界的真实性，是哲学家、心理学家多半致力的问题。但什么是真实?到底有多少种真实?感觉和思维之间到底有什么中间环节?美国科幻小说《黄药片》在这个问题上作出了自己的探索。小说是心理学软科幻的杰出代表，故事的构造精巧，结尾出人意料而又耐人寻味。
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西得瑞克·爱尔顿博士悄悄地从后门走进自己的办公室，脱掉外套，把它收进窄小的柜子。他捡起桌子上整齐的一叠病历卡，这是接待员海伦娜小姐放在那儿的。只有四人病人，当然，如果他不限制，求医的人恐怕得成百上千。爱尔顿的业绩是如此辉煌，作为一个心理学家的名声是如此之大，以至于在公众心中他的名字就等于心理治疗。他的眼睛掠过头一页，皱了皱眉头。之后，他朝通向治疗室的单向玻璃望过去，那里面有四名警察和一个穿束缚衣的男人。卡片上讲这个男人叫杰拉得·鲍塞克，他在超级市场杀了五个人。在被捕之前，鲍塞克先生还打死了一名警官，并打伤了另外两个。
除了束缚衣，这位先生看不出有什么危险。他大约25岁，棕色头发，蓝眼睛，眼睛周围有着淡淡适中的皱纹。现在，他面带轻松的笑意，懒散地凝望着梅伦娜。后者正假装伏在桌子上研究她的卡片，其实，她明显地意识到了自己的”观众”。
西得瑞克转身回到自己的桌子边上坐下，鲍塞克的卡片上讲了更多有关杀人案的内容。当这位先生被捕时，他坚持说他杀掉的并不是普普通通的地球人，而是”登上自己飞船的长着蓝色鳞片的金星蜥蜴人”。他自信那样做只是出于自卫。
西得瑞克·爱尔顿博士无可奈何地摇了摇头，科幻小说中的事情，许多人还当真!自然，这不是小说家的过错。在早先，同类的病人也把其它类型的幻想当作真实的存在。人们曾将这样的妇女当作巫婆烧死，把男人当作鬼怪砸死。
西得瑞克突然拉过有线话筒，向对讲机里说道；”请将杰拉得·鲍塞克带进来。”
接待室的门被打开了。接待员海伦娜小姐只对西得瑞克微微一笑，就又快步闪了出去。四名警官前后”保卫”着杰拉得·鲍塞克走了进来，轻轻带上门。
印象满深刻!西得瑞克想着，朝桌子前的椅子点了点头。警官将穿束缚衣的男人安置在那里，并小心地不离左右。
“你是杰里·鲍塞克(杰里是杰拉得的爱称)?”
穿束缚衣的男人会意地点了点头。
“我是西得瑞克·爱尔顿博士，心理大夫。你知道为什么带你来这儿吗?”
“带我?来这儿?”杰里拍着手狂笑起来，”你可真会开玩笑。你是我的老同伴卡·卡斯托。带我来这儿?笑话。离开你，我怎么能生活在这只充满恶臭的水桶里呢?”
“充满恶臭的木桶?你在讲什么?”
“咱们的宇宙飞船呀!”杰里答道，”喂，卡斯托，松开我，行吗?这种愚蠢的游戏我已经玩够了!”
“我的名字叫西得瑞克·爱尔顿。”心理大夫一字一句地说，”你并不在宇宙飞船上，你是由站在你身后的四名警察带到这里来的，而且……。”
杰里·鲍塞克回过头，用坦诚奇怪的眼睛仔细地研究了每一个人之后，打断了大夫的话。”什么警察?你是指这些个–齿轮锁吗?”他回过头怜悯地望着爱尔顿博士，”你最好救救你自己，卡，你在幻想!”
“我的名字是西得瑞克·爱尔顿博士!”
杰拉得探过身，用同样肯定的口气说道：”你的名字是卡·卡斯托，我拒绝称你为西得瑞克·爱尔顿博士，因为你是卡·卡斯托。我会一直这么叫你，因为在这个完全疯狂的世界上我们必须尽可能保持些许不变的理性，你该立刻停止在自己炮制的梦境中飘来荡去了!”
西得瑞克的眉毛拧到了额头中间。
“有意思，”他停顿了片刻，微笑了起来，”这也正是我刚刚希望对你讲的话。”
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西得瑞克还在继续微笑，杰里严肃的表情渐渐地被化解了。最后，一个回应性的微笑浮出他的嘴角，两个人终于笑作一团。站在后面的四名警官莫名其妙地相互望了望。
“够了!”西得瑞克喘了口气说，”我猜想咱们摆平了。都是硬果子，不好啃。”
“摆平就对了!”杰里很高兴。”不过，”他严肃起来，”我还被绑着呢!”
“是穿了件束缚衣。”西得瑞克说。
“是绳索!”杰里坚决反对。
“你是个相当危险的分子。”西得瑞克给他解释，”你一共杀死了六个人，其中一名是警官。你还打伤了另外两名警察。”
” 我炸死了五个登上我们飞船的金星蜥蜴海盗，熔掉了一个门上的齿轮锁，还烧掉了另外两个齿轮锁外表的漆皮。你也知道我做了什么，卡，怎么空间疯狂症让你把什么都拟人化了呢?这幻觉什么时候产生的?肯定在你认为有更多不该上飞船的人登上了咱们飞船的那一刻发生的。你最好到那个有锁的小柜子边去，吃下一粒黄药片，这药能够消除你的幻觉，它不会损害你的。”
“假如你讲的是真的，那你又为什么穿着束缚衣坐在这儿呢?”
“我没有穿束缚衣，我只是被绳子绑住了。是你绑的我，你不记得了吗?”杰里急切地说。
“站在你身后的是齿轮锁?这是你的看法，对吧?好，如果其中一个齿轮锁走到你的面前，用拳头打在你的下巴上，你还认为它是齿轮锁吗?”
西得瑞克示意一名警官走上前来。这个人很仔细地给了杰拉得重重的一下子，不过并没有伤着他。杰里眼中闪出吃惊的目光，之后，他看着西得瑞克，笑了起来。
“觉得怎么样?”西得瑞克问。
” 怎么样?”杰里笑了，”天哪，你想象的那个齿轮锁，不，那是你梦中的警官，他走到我的面前，而且打了我!”他遗憾地摇了摇头。”你难道不明白，卡，这不是真的?放开我，我就能证明这一切。我会打开这些’警官’的身体，走到外面，穿上太空行走服或者磁力鞋，或者无论干些什么。也许，你怕我做这些事情?你被保护性的幻想所缠绕，而我又被绳子所束缚，你又把这些绳子想象成精神病人用的束缚衣。你认为你自己是爱尔顿博士，一名心理学大夫。你认为你是正常的，而我疯了。也许，你想象中的自己是个名医吧?人人都想找你看病，肯定没错!你名扬四海，你甚至幻想有个美丽的接待员，她叫什么名字来着?”
“海伦娜·菲兹罗伊。”
杰里点了点头。”对，就是她。”他极其理解地说，”海伦娜是个火星港的协调员，我们每一次在火星上着陆，你都与她约会。但是，她总是不理睬你。”
“警官，再打他!”
当杰里的脑袋随着警官的动作而摆动的时候，西得瑞克问道：”现在，你的脑袋在动，这是我的想象吗?”
“动什么?”杰里说着，笑了，”我没有感觉到动。”
“你的意思是说，在你的意识里没有些许的理性能告诉你，你的推理并非真实?”
杰里伤感地笑了笑：”我不得不承认，当你看起来是那么绝对自信，认为我是个病人的时候，我常常会怀疑我自己是否错了。放开我，卡。让我们不要感情用事地解决问题。我俩之间总有一个是疯子。”
“如果我让警察脱下你的束缚衣，你会怎么办?抢过枪并试图杀掉更多的人?”
“这正是我所担心的事情，”杰里说，”如果那些海盗返回飞船，你又犯了空间疯狂症，以至于欢迎他们上船，事情可就闹大了。你必须放了我，我们的生命全系于此，卡!”
“你又从哪里搞到枪呢?”
“枪通常放在齿轮锁那里。”‘
西得瑞克看了看四位警官，又看了看他们手中的来复枪。警宫中的一个朝他勉强地笑了笑。
“恐怕我们现在还不能脱掉你的束缚衣。”西得瑞克说，”我现在准备请警官带你回去，明天咱们再继续谈。我希望你能够认真地思考这件事情，努力去发现那堵将你的理智与现实隔开的墙。一旦你找到缺口，整个幻觉就会消失。好吧，警官，带他走。明天这个时候再见。”
警察抓起杰里，犯人低头看了看大夫，有一种温和的表情浮现在他的脸上。
“好吧，卡，我会努力照你讲的去试试，我也希望你想想我的话。我很有信心，因为有好几次，我发现你的眼中闪出了诚实的怀疑，我希望……”警察粗暴地将他推往门口。杰里回过头，恳求地叫道：”卡，吃一片药柜里锁着的黄药片吧!不会有什么不良反应的。”
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将近5点半钟的时候，西得瑞克应付完所有病人，锁上了医院的大门。他伸了伸胳膊，叹了口气：”今天真够累的。”
海伦娜抬头望了他一眼，又低下头继续打字：”我还有一点就干完了。”
一分钟之后，她取下打字纸，放到桌子旁边的文件架上面。
“明天早晨我会把它们分类归档的。”女接待员说，”很累，是不是，博士?那位鲍塞克先生是我为你工作以来见到的最不寻常的病人。还有那位可怜的波兹先生，一位成绩卓著的经理，每年挣500，000美金，可他却打算放弃不干，他看起来可是没什么毛病。”
” 他是正常的。血压高的人经常会有微量的脑溢血，这种出血点是那么小，以至于它的影响面积不会比针尖大，但它对心理的影响则是使人完全忘掉他知道的事情。他可以再学习，但是人的理智必须永远正常才能支持自己找到机会。他已经作出了一个错误的判断，这使他的公司损失了150万元。这就是为什么我答应他，把他当成一个病人……唉，真正让我心烦的是杰拉得·鲍塞克!海伦娜，我说乱了，我同意把一个年收入为500，000美金的经理当成自己的病人。”
“鲍塞克挺可怕的，是不是?我不是说由于他是个杀人重犯就可怕，而是他谴责您……”
“我明白，我明白。”西得瑞克说，”让我们来证明他的看法全是错的。怎么样，愿意和我一起吃晚饭吗?”
“我们有约定的!”
“这次让我们打破约定!”
海伦娜坚定地摇了摇头：”目前更不行。再说这也不能证明什么，他已经在那一点上击倒了你。如果我和你去吃饭，那只能证明你是在梦幻世界里实现了一个愿望。”
“噢!”西得瑞克叫了一声，他的勇气消失了，”梦里实现!那是句脏话。他怎么知道黄药片的?我不能使我的思想摆脱这个想法，那就是假如我们确实在宇宙飞船上，假如真有那种将客体人格化的空间疯狂症，一枚黄药片也许正是治疗的办法。”
“怎么讲?”海伦娜问。
” 这种药片总是能将从神经末梢传来的神经电流在强度上扩大三倍，其结果是外界现实的感觉信息阻止了幻想的插入。这是很令人惊奇的。三年前，当他们第一次生产这种药片的时候，我就吃了一片。你一定会吃惊的，你实际上看到的东西是那么小，特别是人，小极了。你平时看到的只是感觉与意识之间插入的符号。我不得不将整整一周的约会治疗取消掉，因为吃过药之后，我发现，如果不用自己的专业知识所创造的符号去调节感觉，我就没法与外界的人打交道。我指的不是正常的人，而是各种复杂的正常与不正常的症状。”
“我倒希望有机会吃一片。”海伦娜说。
“那是一种扭曲。”西得瑞克说着笑起来，”当一个处于梦境中的角色服用了黄药片，他会发现，世界除了幻想之外，是完全不存在的。”
“为什么我们不共同吃呢?你一片，我一片!”
“啊哈，”西得瑞克讲得肯定，”那我肯定得停止工作了!”
“你是怕醒来时自己正在一艘巨大的宇宙飞船上面吧?”海伦娜大笑起来。
“说不准。我疯了，是不是?今天的事明显地表现出，我个人的现实天地有重大的漏洞，这漏洞是如此明显，我恐怕必须向你问一下了。”
“你当真吗?”海伦娜问。
“当真!”西得瑞克点了点头，”我问你，警官怎么会把杰拉得·鲍塞克直接带到我的办公室，而不是把他送到市立医院的精神病房，让我去那里见他呢?地区律师为什么不在这之前与我接洽共同研究这一个案例呢?”
“这个……我……我不知道。”海伦娜说，”我没接到电话，他们直接把他带来了。我以为你适应他们了。今天第一个病人是弗斯科夫人，我立刻打电话取消了她的预约。”她睁大眼睛望着西得瑞克。
” 现在我知道病人的感觉了。”西得瑞克说着跨过接待室的空间，走到自己的办公室门前，”很可怕，是不是?想一想如果我吃了一枚黄药片，所有的一切就都消失了 –我的学历、我的地位、我作为世界著名心理学家的名望……还有你，告诉我，海伦娜，你能肯定你不是火星港的协调员吗?”
他对她笑着投去古怪的一瞥，慢慢关上了房门。
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西得瑞克脱下大衣，直接走向有四方小玻璃的接待室。杰拉得·鲍塞克仍旧穿着束缚衣，在同样的四名警卫的看护下坐着。
西得瑞克来到自己的座位跟前，还没有坐下，就打开了通话器：
“海伦娜，在带杰拉得进来之前，请先替我接通地区律师的电话。”
在等待中，他扫了一眼病人的病历，同时揉了揉自己的双眼。他整夜未眠。
电话铃一响，他便抓起了听筒。
“喂，是戴维吗?”他抢先说，”我想问你那个叫杰拉得的病人……”
” 我正准备给您打电话。”地区律师的声音传了过来，”昨天上午10点我给您挂电话，可是没有人接，这之后我就没找出时间再打。我们警察局的心理学专家沃尔兹说，您能使这家伙在几天内摆脱他的幻想，至少可以让我们有时间得到一些敏感的回答。在关于刺杀金星蜥蜴人的幻想之下，一定还有其它的杀人理由。我们受到了很大的压力。”
“可你为什么将他带到我的办公室来了呢?”西得瑞克问道，”这自然没什么，可……我认为你无权这么做：带着一个病人离开病院，还冒险地穿绕城区!”
“我希望这不是强迫您，要知道我们很急。”
“好吧，戴维。他就坐在我的接待室里，我尽力使他回到现实吧!”
西得瑞克慢慢挂断电话。”不是强迫!”他小声地嘀咕着。
“海伦娜，把杰拉得带进来!”
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通往接待室的门被打开了，病人和警官再一次鱼贯而入。
“早上好啊，卡!”病人先打了招呼，”昨晚睡得可好?我听到你一整夜都在跟自己说话。”
“我是西得瑞克·爰尔顿博士。”大夫坚定地说。
” 啊，对了。”杰里说，”我曾经答应你，试一试照你的方法去看待事物，对吧?我一定尽力配合你，爱–尔–顿博士!”杰里转向警官。”现在让我们瞧瞧，这四个……是什么来着?不是齿轮锁，是警察，对吧?早晨好啊，警官们!”他向他们鞠了一躬，接下来，他环顾左右。”这是您的办公室，爱尔顿博士?一个出色的办公室，嗯?我猜你座椅前面的这个东西不是飞船上的星图桌，而是医用办公桌。”他仔细地打量着桌了，”全金属的，桌角还包了铅皮呢!”
“这是木头做的，完全是桃木的。”
“是，是。瞧我多傻!我是真的想进入你的世界里，卡……对不起，我说错了，是爱尔顿博士。或许，您该到我的世界中来，虽然我现在处于不利的地位，被绑着。我不能像您一样走到锁着的药柜前去吃下一粒黄药片，您吃了吗?”
“还没有。”
“啊哈，为什么不描述一下您的办公室呢，爱尔顿博士?”杰里说，”让我们做个游戏，您只介绍出物体的一部分，看我能不能试着补充上其余的部分。就从您的桌子开始，这是真正的桃木桌子，一个经理式的办公桌，就从这儿开始吧!”
“好吧!”西得瑞克说，”我右手边上是对讲机，它是灰色的，塑料的。正对着我放在桌上的是电话机。”
“等等，让我看看能不能说出你的电话号码。”他倾过身子去看电话机。由于穿着束缚衣，所以要特别保持平衡。
“嗯，”他皱着眉头，”号码是’桑树5-9037′。”
“不，是’香柏7-’”
“等等，让我来念。’香柏7-4399′。”
“看，你的确看见于这里写的号码了，而且只是像闹着玩那么随便就能做到!”西得瑞克轻松地说。
“难得您认可。”
“假如你不是真正地看见我所存在的现实，你又如何来证明这是我的电话号码呢?”
” 您可真问对了，爱尔顿博士!”杰里说，”我想我已经明白我的大脑在跟我开什么玩笑了。我在读您的电话号码，但那上面的数字并未进入我的意识。正相反，它只是以我的幻觉形式出现，以至于我有意识地假装瞧电话号码，实际上什么也没看见。我自己心里想：他的电话号码一定是一个他所熟悉的数字，最有可能的是火星港那个叫海伦娜·菲兹罗依的姑娘家的电话号码，因此我告诉你那号。可惜我错了，当你说是’香柏’的时候，我才知道那是你的公寓号码。”
西得瑞克仍旧坐在那里。”桑树5-9037″的确是海伦娜公寓的电话号码，直到杰拉得说出这个数字，他自己才意识到这一点。
过了片刻，西得瑞克才缓过劲儿来：”这么说，你现在开始明白了。一旦你认识到了你的意识与现实之间是被一堵墙分割着，它正被符号化的推理形式所取代，这就离打破它不远了。一旦你看到哪怕一个现实的东西，剩下的幻觉就会消失殆尽。”
“我现在明白了。让我再多试试，也许我能行。”杰里阴沉地回答。
他们又花了一个多小时的时间，直到最后杰里能够描述出世界而只犯一点点小错误为止。
“你开始突破了!”西得瑞克高兴起来。
杰里仍然在犹豫，”我猜是吧，我必须这样。在认识水平上我有我的观点，一种理性化。当然，我已经开始抓到了你的想象的方式了。因此，当你给我一个或两个关键点，我就能把其余的东西找出来，但是，我一定努力，爱尔顿博士。”
“好。”西得瑞克发自内心地说，”明天的这个时候我们再见，到时我们要突破障碍。”
四名警官把杰拉得·鲍塞克带走之后，西得瑞克走到外屋。
“请取消剩下的预约。”
“这是为什么?”海伦娜抗议。
“因为我感到不舒服。”西得瑞克答道，”昨天我才第一次见面的病人，怎么会知道–你的电话号码呢?”
“他可能看过电话簿。”
“一个被关在城区精神病院里的病人，能看到电话簿?昨天，他又是怎么知道你的名字的呢?”
“他只要读一读我桌上的名牌就行。”
西得瑞克低头看了看桌子上的铜制的名牌：”对不起，我忘了。我对这东西已经习惯了，所以注意不到。”
他急急地转过身走回自己的办公室。
六
他在桌子旁边坐下，而后又站了起来，走进消过毒的白净的实验室。没有顾及到其它的电子仪器，他径直走到药柜前。在柜子的上层，那个玻璃瓶子里的东西正是他想要的。那里装着100粒鲜艳的黄药片，他倒出一片，扔掉瓶子，然后返回自己的办公室。他坐下来，将黄药片倒在一张白纸上。
这时，通往接待室的门外响起了敲门声。海伦娜走了进来。
“我已经回绝了今天所有的预约。”海伦娜说，”你怎么不去上上高尔夫球课?这样你会好些的。”她一看到纸中央的黄药片，立刻住了口。
“你的脸看起来这么吓人?”西得瑞克问，”是不是因为假如我吃了黄药片，你就不会存在了?”
“别开玩笑了。”海伦娜说。
“我不是开玩笑。在你房间，当你提醒我，你桌子上的铜制名牌，我低头看时，最初只是一片模糊，接着才变得很清晰实在。这一下让我记忆起，我曾想象过要雇一位接待员，并想我首先要为她做一个铜制的名牌。当她辞职的时候，我可以将牌子送给她留作纪念。”
“可那牌子是真的!”溜伦娜抢着说，”当我开始为您工作的时候，您就给我讲过这话。您还告诉我，要我一定庄严地许诺，决不接受您的邀请去共进晚餐或做其它的事情．您说您有充足的理由这么要求我，因为工作和娱乐不能混为一谈。您记得吗?”
“我记得。这是每一个男人在自己的现实中自我保护的办法，在女人回绝你之前，先下手让自己免于遭难。自我保护是精神病人生活的第一法则。”
“不对!”海伦娜说，”噢，亲爱的，我就站在这里，这是真实的!我不在乎你是否会解雇我，我一直很爱你。您一定不能被那个杀人狂打败。当然，我确实不认为他疯子，他只想找出种办法使自己看起来疯了，这样可以为杀人开脱，免遭起诉。”
“你这么认为?”西得瑞克说，”有这种可能性。但他也许像我一样，是个心理大夫，你明白吗?夸大妄想!”
“肯定!拿破仑就是精神病人，因为他认为自己是拿破仑!”海伦娜笑着说。
“或许吧。但是你得承认，如果你是真实的，那么即便我吃了黄药片，也不能改变什么，只能使事实更加坚定。”
“然而这会使您整整一周都无法工作!”
“为了神志清醒是要付出些小的代价。”西得瑞克说，”我准备服药了。”
“您不能!”海伦娜冲了过来，抢夺药片。
西得瑞克眼疾手快，转身将药片放进了嘴里。响亮的吞咽声表明他已经执行了自己的决定。
他坐下来，奇怪地望着海伦娜。
“告诉我，海伦娜。”他温和地说，”你一直都知道你只是我幻想中的一个尤物吗?我想知道为什么……”
他闭上眼睛，紧紧地抱住自己的脑袋。
“上帝啊，”他高声地嚷道，”我觉得我正在死去。上一次吃药，我没有这种感觉。”
他的思想变得清晰起来。他睁开眼睛。
在他的眼前，是航空星图桌子。桌上有一个跌倒的药瓶。黄色的药片撒了一摊。在控制室的另一边，躺着杰拉得·鲍塞克。四个齿轮锁中的一个顶着他的后背。鲍塞克打着呼噜，许多绳子缠绕在他身上，使他不可能站起来。
远处的墙边上，有其它三个齿轮锁。其中两个的外漆烧得很焦，另一个与门相接的锁有一半被熔掉了。
在控制室不同的地方，还有五个半被烧焦的金星蜥蜴人躯体。
一种钝痛从卡的胸中升起。海伦娜·菲兹罗依不见了，消失了!就是刚才，她还站在这儿，还承认爱他。
一个记忆不可抗拒地出现在他的脑海里：西得瑞克，爱尔顿博士不是他自己，而是曾经为他获得三级战斗机飞行员证书进行体检的心理医生!
七
“上帝啊!”卡叫出声来。他突然感到恶心，于是冲进浴室。
过了好一会儿才舒服了一些。他从洗脸池边站立起来，向镜子里的自己望了好长时间。镜子里的他，面颊紧绷，眼窝深陷。他一定有两三天处于神经错乱之中。这可真是头一次。可怕!怎么会这样?他从来没有切实相信过空间疯狂症这种病。
忽然，他想起了杰里。可怜的杰里!
卡踉踉跄跄冲出洗手间，来到控制室。杰里醒着，看到了卡。他勉强露了个笑脸：”您好，大夫。”
卡像被子弹射中了一样。
“我突破了，爱尔顿博士，就像您说过的那样。”杰里说着脸上绽开了笑容。
“忘掉那些吧!”卡大声地吼道，”我吃了一颗黄药片，找又回到正常的世界中来了!”
杰里的笑容突然消失了：”大夫，现在我才知道我做了些什么，真太可怕了，我杀了6个人，我的确是罪恶极大，我愿意接受处罚。”
“忘了那些!”卡吼叫着，”你别给我来幽默了。只等一分钟，我就解开绳子放开你。”
“谢谢您，大夫，您心真好。脱下束缚衣，我会舒服得多。”
卡跪在杰里身旁，解开绳子。
“你一会儿就会好的。”卡帮助自己的同伴杰里揉着软弱无力的胳膊。靠在那里一动不动，神经和生理的紧张已经把他弄得动弹不得了。
卡慢慢地循环按摩到杰里的后背，然后是他的脚下。
“您不要担心，爱尔顿博士。”杰里说，”我也不知道怎么会杀死那么多的人，但我保证决不再干了。我一定是精神失常了。”
“你现在能站起来了吗?”卡一边问一边搀扶起杰里。
杰里前后走了几步，先是不稳，后来就比较协调了。由于很久没有运动。他走起路来，像个机器人。
卡又开始感到恶心，但他控制住了。”现在怎么样，杰里孩子?”他担心地问。
“我很好，爱尔顿博士。谢谢您为我做的一切。”杰里说着，突然转身，走到空气门边，并打开了飞船换气舱的门。
“现在，再见了，爱尔顿博士。”
“别走!”卡叫喊着追了过去。
但是，杰里已经进入了换气舱并回身关上了大门。卡试图打开门，但是，杰里已经扳动了抽气泵的闸门。
“杰里!杰里!不!不要这样!”卡恐怖地尖声叫着。
从门的厚厚玻璃窗望出去，由于空气的失散，杰里的胸膛在真空中迅速地膨胀起来，然后，瘪塌了去，痰和血的混合物从他的嘴里和鼻子里流了出来。他的眼睛睁得大大的，鼓凸出来，其中一只裂开，从他的脸颊上流淌了下来。在杰里最后瞥向换气舱的时候，他是笑着的。
卡最终停止了尖叫，倒在甲板上。他呜咽着，由于刚刚在光秃秃的金属甲板上奔跑，想要制止这一切，他折断的关节正汩汩流出鲜血……

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