Compared with the formulaic and formal official speech style here on the Loren continent, the interstellar communications from the Noi people always give people a humane feeling. As the exchanges between the two civilizations become more frequent, the translation work As the flow became smoother, this feeling became more and more obvious, so much so that Bertila often wondered whether the Noi people did not have the ability to "conceal emotions" at all, and suspected that they were the ones who would directly put things in their thoughts. A group that tells everything.
But to be honest, this is the first time that a situation like today has occurred even for the Noi people.
She looked at the words that appeared on the communication device with some surprise, imagining what kind of busy alien was opposite these words. It was hard for her to imagine that such a mistake would appear on an "interstellar spokesperson". She even didn't know how to respond, and just when she was thinking about how to give a reply to the other party, the Magic Network terminal suddenly buzzed again, and the communication system once again received a message from several light years away¡ª¡ª
The Star Interpreters who were left on duty quickly completed the translation work with the help of the servo brain. A line of letters clearly appeared in the projection of the Magic Network terminal: "Can you chat with me?"
Bertila and Bard were stunned at the same time. This was a situation that no negotiator or naturalist had ever considered. But the next second, another Magic Network terminal next to Bard's workstation suddenly connected automatically. , Gawain's figure appeared in front of them: "In response to this request - this is the first time that a Noi person has sent us news as an 'individual'. This may help us understand this distant ethnic group. Bell Tira, you lead this conversation.¡±
"Yes," Bertila nodded immediately, and then sat down at the workstation next to Bard. On the surface, he pretended to operate the Magic Network terminal, but in fact, he directly connected more than a dozen nerve fiber bundles in Thorin's giant tree. On the equipment in the command hall, her thoughts turned into words, which were quickly encoded and sent to the other side of the starry sky, "Of course, I'm happy to."
A moment later, the antenna array received a message from the distance: "Thank you - I hope you don't mind the trouble I have brought you. I'm just a little uneasy. By the way, are you the person who has been talking to us?"
Bertila immediately raised his head and glanced at Gawain on the communication screen next to him, then withdrew his gaze while typing his own words into the system: "No, the leader has gone to rest. I am the technical officer responsible for managing the communication array. You can Call me 'Lady Bertira', or just 'Bertilla'. You want to talk to our leader?"
"No, no, don't disturb him," the reply from the other side of Xinghai came quickly, "I just want someone to chat with. It's good if you are willing to respond. Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself, you can call me." Nova', this was my name before I became a 'witch'."
"Witch?" Bertila was a little curious, "Is this your profession? Or is it the title of a position? This term in Loren refers to some kind of woman who masters magic"
"Witch is my position, and I am the person responsible for controlling this ancient Voyager communication satellite," the Noi who called herself "Nova" explained. She seemed a little proud, "In our society, there is only one witch at the same time. , this is a very honorable job.¡±
Bertila checked the machine nearby that automatically recorded communication data, and then glanced at several workstations in the hall. She saw that the staff on duty here were concentrating on the equipment in front of them, while the communication screen on the other side Gawain in the middle seemed to be thinking about something, so she withdrew her gaze and continued the conversation: "It sounds similar to my job. I am also responsible for managing communication equipment, but our equipment is not a legacy left by the sailors. , I am not the only technical officer responsible for all aspects. You are the only 'witch' responsible for controlling the communication device? But now the two planets maintain 24-hour uninterrupted signal transmission Don't you need to rest? ?¡±
"The witch never rests," Nova quickly replied, "The machine that came here with me will take care of me, and the witch will not tire until the service period expires."
Seeing the words that appeared in the holographic projection, Bertila frowned subconsciously again, and Gawain's voice came from the side: "The machine is taking care of her? What is her state now?"
Bertila calmed down and quickly organized his words: "You said you can work all the time? And be taken care of by machines? Please forgive my offense, I am very curious about your'status' It's not like you in Loren Are you such a person living in a highly automated control facility? And have you undergone some kind of adaptive transformation?"
"I live on this satellite," the voice from across the star sea entered Loren's atmosphere and turned into clear words in front of Bertila, "It has been twenty-one years."talk¡ª¡ª
" Two civilizations that grew up in completely different home planet environments are even more different from each other than gods and ants.
Communication between Loren and Noi has been carried out many times. The two civilizations have sent countless text and picture materials to each other in an attempt to let the allies across the star sea understand what kind of group they are. In Cecil, several Thousands of learned and wise people study the alien information day and night, exhausting their imaginations to outline the historical trajectory and cultural outline of the Noi ethnic group, but even so, there still seems to be a barrier between the two civilizations. Thousands of miles of thick fog, and the occasional glimpse revealed through the gaps in the fog is enough to make the wise men on both sides stunned.
Just like the Noi people think of Loren as a cold, orderly, and efficient war-mad civilization, they can't imagine what the "moderate plan" and "peace and love" that Loren calls are. At this moment, Bertila It is also difficult to understand what kind of mood the witch named "Nova" has in "living" in her cold space palace, let alone what kind of extreme glory and glory Noi society is. Maintain operations under the concept of responsibility.
She could only pay her respects to the witch and the distant alien tribe.
"According to your calculations, we only have the last three months to communicate with each other." The communication system once again captured the signal from space, and Nova sent new information, "I can communicate with everyone here. Contact people on the ground, but for some reason I prefer to hear the 'voices' from you. Wise men say that this may be the legacy of the Voyager affecting my emotions, but I feel this is just because of your The sound that comes can make me feel a certain 'temperature'.
"Ms. Bertila, do you know? In fact, I can feel the 'temperature'. Although I am connected to a cold machine, this machine has its own way of 'sensing', and it will tell me Convey a lot of things, although most of the information is difficult to understand, but on the day when communication between our two planets was established, I clearly feltwarmth and goodwill, and that goodwill is filled in every unit of data you send. , as real and clear to me as the touch of my finger.
"Wise men cannot interpret this 'feeling' that has no theoretical support, because no witch has ever successfully established contact with an alien civilization in history, but I believe in my judgment. I feel that I can indeed feel your feelings. Reliable and sincere, so even though you have shown some'scary' fighting tendencies, which have even caused some wise men and elders to be nervous, I am willing to make suggestions to them and let them trust you."
Looking at the communication information that appeared in front of him, Gawain, who had been watching without saying much, suddenly broke his silence: "Thank you for your continued efforts, Miss Nova. We also know that it is necessary to establish a real relationship between the two civilizations. How difficult it is to trust and understand, especially when there is an insurmountable barrier between us, but please believe that Loren always faces his friends with the greatest sincerity and goodwill. We are also very happy to be here. Your voices are heard across the stars.¡±
Gawain's words were quickly translated into alien characters and sent into the starry sky a moment later. Bertila confirmed with Gawain and then added: "That was our leader talking to you just now. He Attention was paid to our communications.¡±
Nova quickly responded: "Ah, leader - it's a pleasure to talk to you. I hope you don't mind my rash move."
In the blue velvet study room of Cecil Palace, Gawain couldn't help but smile: "Don't be so nervous, Miss Nova, we talk often, don't we?"
A moment later, a response from Nova appeared in front of Gawain: "Yes, we often talk, but at that time I represented Noi, you represented Loren, and now I am Nova."
"My name is Gawain," Gawain said very solemnly, "Then let's say hello formally again - it's nice to hear your voice, Nova."
After a moment of silence and delay, the greeting from across the sea of ??stars came into Gawain¡¯s eyes:
"It's good to hear your voice, GawainMr. Leader."
(It¡¯s time to recommend a book again! This time it¡¯s "Above the High Sky" from Yintian Shenyin, fantasy genre, by an old author. Although the number of words is still small, I feel that the future is promising. Everyone is welcome to support it.
PS: I¡¯ve been recommending books a little too frequently lately)
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