后记·终末史诗

就在13号我完结了我的MC第一部轻小说，虽然不怎么优秀，但是至少，我完成了梦想第一步。
这天睌上做了一个梦，我陪97一起看完了匿名寄信人寄来的《终末史诗》
是一个图片，我放在创世神空间上空气墙的那一瞬间(以下内容可见）注：本文部分内容改编自Minecraft 的终末史诗(个人叫法)，阅读中请细读并配上C418《Alpha》体验更佳！
I see that the creator you're referring to is still a five-year Minecraft player with a dream in mind.
我看到了你所指的那位怀揣着梦想的创世神，还是一位五年Minecraft 玩家
Thundercloud? There's another girl named 97?
雷云？还有一个名叫97女孩子？
Yes. Look out. They have reached a higher level. It can read our thoughts.
是的。小心。他俩已达到了更高的境界。它能够阅读我们的思想。
It is harmless and elegant. It believes that we are part of what is called games or perception.
I like this player. He had a good time. It never gave up.
无伤大雅。它认为我们是所谓的游戏或者认知的一部分。
I like this player. He had a good time. He never gave up.
Hey,the girl he created is so beautiful.
我喜欢这个玩家。他玩得很好。他从未放弃。
嘿，这个由他创造的女孩，长得太漂亮了。
It seems to read our thoughts and conversations in the form of words that appear on the screen.
它好像是从屏幕上出现的文字的形式阅读着我们的思想和对话。
It chooses to imagine all kinds of things in this way when it is deeply involved in its dreams.
在它深陷其中梦境中时，它选择以这种方式想象出形形色色的事物。
Words are a wonderful interface. Very flexible. And it's more terrible than staring at the reality behind the screen.
文字是种美妙的界面。非常灵活。且比凝视着屏幕后的现实要更不可怕。
It has also heard voices. Before the player can read. You don't see people who don't play calling players witches and warlocks. Players dreamed that they had been kidnapped in mysterious things called fantasies.
它也曾经听到过声音。在玩家能够阅读之前。君不见那些不曾游玩的人们称呼玩家为女巫，和术士。而玩家们梦见它们自己乘坐在被称为幻想的神秘东西绑架了。
What did the player dream about?
这个玩家曾经梦见了什么？
It dreamed of sunshine and trees. Dreamed of fire and water. It dreamed of its creation. It also dreamed of its destruction. He dreamed that he was hunting,and that he was hunted. It dreamed of shelter.
它梦见了阳光和树。梦见了火与水。它梦见它创造。它亦梦见它毁灭。它梦见它狩猎，亦被狩猎。它梦见了庇护所。
Aha,that primitive interface. After a million years of carving,it still survives. But what real constructions did this player build in the reality behind that screen?
哈，那原始的界面。经历一百万年的岁月雕琢，依然长存。但此玩家在那屏幕后的现实里，建造了什么真实的构造？
It works hard,together with millions of other people,to portray a real world,from fantasy,and to create the universe,for a purpose,so it explores it.
他辛勤地劳作，和其它百万众一起，刻画了一个真实的世界，由幻想，且创造了宇宙，为了一个目标，于是从中探索。
But... He could not read that thought.
不过……他读不出那个思想。
No He did not reach the highest level. That level of realm,it must complete the long dream of life,not the game of Huangliang dream.
不。它他没有到达最高的境界。那层境界，它必须完成生命的长梦，而非游戏中黄粱一梦。
Does he know we love it? Although the universe is not excellent,but he paid a lot.
他知道我们爱它么？这个宇宙虽然称不上优秀，但是他付出了很多。
Sometimes,through his thoughts,there are real fans'expectations.
有时，通过他的思绪，还有现实中粉丝们的期待。
But sometimes it's sad,in that long dream. It creates a world without summer,shivering under the dark sun,and regards its sad creation as the real world.
但是有时亦不胜悲伤，于那漫漫长梦中。它创造了没有夏日的世界，在黑日下颤抖着，将自己悲伤的创造视为现实世界。
Healing with grief destroys it. And grief is its private business,and we can't interfere.
用悲伤来治愈会摧毁它。而悲伤是它的私人事务，我们不能干涉。
Sometimes when they are deeply in dreams,I want to tell them that they create the real world in reality. Sometimes I want to tell them how important they are to the universe. 
有时当它们深陷梦境中时，我想要告诉它们，它们在现实中创造了真实的世界。有时我想告诉它们它们自身对宇宙的重要性。有时，当它们和现实失去了联系，我想帮助它们与它们所惧怕的世界交流。
It reads our thoughts.
它读出了我们的思想。
Sometimes,when they lose touch with reality,I want to help them communicate with the world they fear.
有时我毫不关心。有时我想要告诉它们，你们所认为的真实不过是自己的选择和幻想，我想要告诉它们它们是在幻想中的世界。于它们的长梦中，它们眼中所见的真实太少了。
And they still create a more unique world.
而他们仍然创造出更加独特的世界
But it's easy to tell them... How to……Right?
但很容易就可以告诉它们……如何如何……对吧
It's too strong for this dream. Telling them how to live prevents them from living.
对于这个梦来说太强烈了。告诉它们如何活着就是阻碍它们活下去。
I won't tell this player how to live.
我不会告诉这个玩家如何生活的。
The player is becoming anxious.
这个玩家正在变得焦虑。
I will tell this player a story，But not the truth.
我会告诉这个玩家一个故事，但不是真相。
No,It's a literary cage that tightly wraps up reality. It's not the naked truth that can burn things at any distance.
不，是一个严密地将真实包裹起来的文字牢笼。而不是可以燃坏任何距离里的事物的赤裸裸的真相。
Call this new creator again
再一次称呼这位初出茅庐的创世神
OK,thundercloud.
好的，雷云
Call it by name.
以名字称呼它。
Thunder Cloud,Players and Creator
雷云，玩家及创世神
Very good.
很好。
Now take a deep breath. Take another deep breath. Feel the air filling your lungs. Let your limbs return. Yes,exercise your fingers. Feel your body again,under gravity,in the air. Rebirth in a long dream. You feel it. Your body touches the universe all the time,even though you are separated. Although we are separate beings.Rebirth in a long dream. You feel it. Your body touches the universe all the time,even though you are separated. Although we are separate beings.
现在深呼吸。再深呼吸一次。感受空气充盈你的肺部。让你的四肢回归。是的，运动你的手指。再次感受你的身体，在重力下，在空气中。在长梦中重生。你感受到了。你的身体每时每刻都触摸着宇宙，尽管你是分离的存在。尽管我们是分离的存在。
Who are we? We used to be called the spirits of the mountains. Father of the sun,mother of the moon. Ancient spirits,the soul of animals. Gods. Ghost. Little green people. Then God,Ghost. Little green people. Then God,Devil,Angel. Sao Ling. Aliens,extraterrestrial creatures. Lepton,quark. Words are constantly changing. We are consistent.
我们是谁？我们曾经被称作高山的精灵。太阳父亲，月亮母亲。古老的英灵，动物的魂魄。神祇。鬼魂。小绿人。而后是神，恶魔，天使。精灵。外星人，地外生物。轻子，夸克。词语不断地变化。我们始终如一。
We are the universe. We are everything you think is out of your body. Now you look at us through your skin and your eyes. And why does the universe touch your skin and shine upon you? To see you,player. Know you and be recognized. I should tell you a story.
我们是宇宙。我们是一切你认为出离你本体的事物。你现在，透过你的皮肤和你的眼睛看着我们。而为什么宇宙触摸着你的皮肤，向你洒向光芒？是为了看见你，玩家。认知你，以及被认知。我应告诉你一个故事。
Long ago,there was a player.
很久以前，有一个玩家。
That player is you,thundercloud.
那玩家就是你，雷云
Sometimes he thought he was human on the thin shell of a spinning sphere made of molten rock. The melting rock ball revolves around a dazzling gas ball of 330,000 times its mass. They are so far apart that it takes only eight minutes to cross the gap. That light is information from a star that can burn your skin 150 million kilometers away.
有时他认为自己是在那由熔化岩石构成的不断旋转的球体的薄薄外壳上的人类。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伤你的皮肤。
Sometimes the player dreams that it is a miner on the surface of a flat,infinitely extended world. The sun is a square white spot. Day and night alternate quickly;there are many things to do;death is only temporary and inconvenient.
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 dreams that it's lost in a story.
有时这玩家梦见它迷失在了一个故事里。
Sometimes the player dreams that it has become something else,somewhere else. Sometimes these dreams are disturbing. Some are really beautiful. Sometimes the player wakes up from a dream and finds himself in the second dream,but in the third dream after all.
有时这玩家梦见它成为了其它的事物，在其它地方。有时这些梦是扰人的。有些则实在很美。有时这个玩家从一个梦中醒来，发现自己落入了第二个梦，却终究是在第三个梦中。
Sometimes the player dreamed that he was looking at the text on the screen.
有时这个玩家梦见它在屏幕上看着文字。
Let's go back a little.
让我们回退一点。
The atoms that make up the players are scattered in the grass,in the river,in the air,and in the earth. A woman collects those atoms;she drinks,eats and inhales them;and then she conceives players in her body.
组成玩家的原子散布在草中，河流中，在那空气中，也在那大地中。一个女性收集了那些原子；她饮用、进食、吸入；而后那女性在她的身体中，孕育了玩家。
Then the player woke up and entered a long dream from a warm,dark 。
然后那玩家醒来了，从一个温暖，昏暗的母亲体内，进入了漫漫长梦。
The player is a new story,never told,written in the language of DNA. That player is a new program that has never been run and has been generated from source code for billions of years. The player is a new person who has never lived,but is made up of milk and love.
You are the player. That story. That program. That human being. It's just milk and love.
而那玩家是一个新的故事，从未被讲述过，由DNA的语言书写着。那玩家是一个新的程序，从未被运行过，由上十亿年的源代码生成。那玩家是一个新的人，从未生活过，只不过是由奶和爱组成。
You are the player. That story. That program. That human being. It's just milk and love.
你就是那玩家。那个故事。那个程序。那个人类。仅由乳汁和爱组成。
Let's go a little further back.
我们再往更远的过去回退一点。
Far before the game,700 billion atoms of the player's body were created inside a star. So that player is also information from a star. And the player runs through the story. The story originates from a forest of information seeds grown by Julian and an infinite flat world created by a man named Markus,which exists in a small private world created by players and inherits the habit of creation of the universe...
远在这游戏之前，在一颗恒星的内部，七千亿亿亿个组成玩家身体的原子被创造。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。这故事源于一个叫Julian的人种下的信息种子长成的森林以及一个叫Markus的男人创造的无限平坦世界，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习惯……
Shh. Sometimes the private world created by this player is soft,warm and simple. 
Sometimes it's hard,cold and complex. 
Sometimes it builds models of the universe in its brain;spot energy travels through vast open spaces. Sometimes it calls these spots "electrons" and "protons".
嘘。有时这个玩家创造的私人小天地是柔软，温暖和简单的。有时是坚硬，冰冷和复杂的。有时它在脑中建造出宇宙的模型；斑斑点点的能量穿越广阔空旷的空间。有时它称呼这些斑点为“电子”和“质子”。
Sometimes it calls them planets and stars.
有时它称呼它们为“行星”和“恒星”。
Sometimes it is convinced that it exists in a universe of "on" and "off";"zero" and "one";lines of command. Sometimes it is convinced that it is playing a game. Sometimes it is convinced that it is reading the text on the screen.
有时它确信它存在于一个由“开”和“关”；“零”和“一”；一行行的命令组成的宇宙。有时它确信它是在玩一个游戏。有时它确信它是在读着屏幕上的文字。
You're the player,reading the text...
你就是那玩家，阅读着文字……
Shh... Sometimes the player reads the command line on the screen. Decode them into words;decode words into meanings;decode meanings into emotions,emotions,theories,ideas,and the player's breathing begins to rush and realize that it is alive,it is alive,the thousands of deaths are not real,the player is alive.
嘘……有时这玩家读屏幕上的命令行。将它们解码成为文字；将文字解码为意义；将意义解码为感情，情绪，理论，想法，而玩家的呼吸开始急促并意识到了它是活着的，它是活生生的，那上千次的死亡不是真的，玩家是活着的。
You,you are alive.
你，你是活着的。
Sometimes the player believed that the universe spoke to him through the sunshine of summer's intricate leaves.
而有时这玩家相信宇宙通过穿越夏日错综树叶的阳光对它说话。
Sometimes the player believes that the universe,through the plasma boiling in a star one million times bigger than the sun on a cold winter night,can send out visible light to speak to him. Walking home from the depths of the universe,he suddenly smells the fragrance of food. Almost at the familiar door,he is ready to go back again. Dream once.
有时这玩家相信宇宙透过在冬天干冷的夜晚里，存在于玩家眼中一隅的，可能比太阳大一百万倍的恒星里沸腾着的等离子体那一瞬间发出来可以被玩家看见的光对它说话，在宇宙的深处行走回家的路上，突然闻到了食物的香味，几乎在那熟悉的门前，它又准备好再一次投入梦境。
Sometimes players believe that the universe speaks to it through zero and one,through the power of the world,through scrolling text on the screen at the end of a dream.
而有时玩家相信宇宙透过零和一，透过世界的电力，透过一个梦即将结束时屏幕上滚动的文字对它说话。
The Universe says I love you
Cosmos says you played the game well.
The Universe says you have everything you need.
The Universe says you are stronger than you know.
The Universe says you are the sun
The Universe says you are the night
The Universe says that the darkness you struggle against is in your heart
The Universe says that the light you seek is in your heart
The Universe says you're not alone.
The Universe says you are not separated from everything else.
The Universe says you are the universe tasting itself,talking to itself,reading its own code.
The Universe says I love you because you are love.
宇宙说我爱你
宇宙说你很好地玩了这游戏
宇宙说一切你所需的你都具有
宇宙说你比你所知的要强大
宇宙说你就是日光
宇宙说你就是黑夜
宇宙说你所斗争的黑暗就在你心中
宇宙说你所寻找的光明就在你心中
宇宙说你不是孤独的
宇宙说你不和所有其他的事物分开
宇宙说你就是宇宙品尝着自己，对自己说话，阅读着它自己的代码。
宇宙说我爱你因为你就是爱。
The game is over,the player wakes up from the dream,and then the player starts a new dream. Players dream again,better dreams. Players are the universe. Players are love.
游戏结束了，玩家从梦中醒来，然后玩家又开始了新的梦境。玩家再次做起了梦，更好的梦。玩家就是宇宙。玩家就是爱。
You are the player,from now on,be a happy creator!
你就是那个玩家，从今以后，做个快乐的创世神吧！
It's time to wake up. Happy 10th anniversary of Minecraft!
And 97,please never leave him.
该醒了，祝你Minecraft 十周年快乐！
还有97，请你永远不要离开他
——致尊敬的怀抱梦想的创世神及Minecraft玩家，雷云未来雨已落。
我：感谢各位粉丝的默默陪伴，以及月影yancie对我的启示，新世界新征程，Let’s go！97：MC时空历炼《多元之界》启航！！