Sometimes it thought itself human, on the thin crust of a spinning globe of molten rock. The ball of molten rock circled a ball of blazing gas that was three hundred and thirty thousand times more massive than it. They were so far apart that light took eight minutes to cross the gap. The light was information from a star, and it could burn your skin from a hundred and fifty million kilometres away.
有时它认为自己是那不断旋转的球体上一层薄薄的熔化的岩石上的人类。那融化的岩石球环绕着一个质量大它三十三万倍的炫目气体球旋转。它们是相隔得如此之远，以至于光需要八分钟才能穿越那空隙。那光是来自一颗恒星的信息，它能够在一亿五千万公里外烧灼你的皮肤。
Sometimes the player dreamed it was a miner, on the surface of a world that was flat, and infinite. The sun was a square of white. The days were short; there was much to do; and death was a temporary inconvenience.
有时这个玩家梦见它是一个在一个平的，无限延展的世界表面上的矿工。那太阳是一个方形的白点。昼夜交替很快;要做的事情也很多;死亡亦只是暂时和不方便的。
Sometimes the player dreamed it was lost in a story.
有时这玩家梦见它迷失在了一个故事里。
随着字幕闪动星辰仿佛看到了第一次打败末影龙时的场景
第一次玩mc第一次联机第一次玩模组第一次接触电脑
甚至是从出生开始学说话
他感觉自己整个人都升华了难道是因为鸡汤喝多了吗毕竟这玩意儿的确算是半个鸡汤吧
他本来想跳过得但是想起了之前那个该死的谜语人说的话
于是他也是耐着性子看了下去
汉化模组可以让他直接看到中文但是他也依然可以看原版的
就像是直接套了一层翻译而不是直接替换字幕
感觉还是挺奇妙的
它既可以看到折在上面的中文也可以看到被遮挡住的英文
并同时理解他们的意思
字母依然在滚动
The seven billion billion billion atoms of the player's body were created, long before this game, in the heart of a star. So the player, too, is information from a star. And the player moves through a story, which is a forest of information planted by a man called Julian, on a flat, infinite world created by a man called Markus, that exists inside a small, private world created by the player, who inhabits a universe created by...
那由七千亿亿亿原子组成的玩家的身体被创造了，远在这游戏之前，在一颗恒星的内部。所以那玩家也是，来自一颗恒星的信息。而这个玩家贯穿这个故事的始末，源于一个叫Julian的人种下的信息种子长成的森林，一个叫Markus的男人创造的无限世界，存在于一个由玩家创造的小的，私人世界里，而那又继承了宇宙创造的……
Shush. Sometimes the player created a small, private world that was soft and warm and simple. Sometimes hard, and cold, and plicated. Sometimes it built a model of the universe in its head; flecks of energy, moving through vast empty spaces. Sometimes it called those flecks "electrons" and "protons".
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