Yes. Take care. It has reached a higher level now. It can read our thoughts.
是的，小心，它已達到了更高的境界，它能夠閱讀我們的思想。
That doesnt matter. It thinks we are part of the game.
無傷大雅，它認為我們是遊戲的一部分。
I like this player. It played well. It did not give up.
我喜歡這個玩家，它玩得很好，它從未放棄。
It is reading our thoughts as though they were words on a screen.
它以屏幕上出現的文字的形式閱讀著我們的思想。
That is how it chooses to imagine many things, when it is deep in the dream of a game.
在它深陷遊戲夢境中時，它總以這種方式想像出形形色色的事物。
Words make a wonderful interface. Very flexible. And less terrifying than staring at the reality behind the screen.
文字是種美妙的界面，非常靈活，且比凝視著屏幕後的現實要更好。
They used to hear voices. Before players could read. Back in the days when those who did not play called the players witches, and warlocks. And players
dreamed they flew through the air, on sticks powered by demons.
This player dreamed of sunlight and trees. Of fire and water. It dreamed it created. And it dreamed it destroyed. It dreamed it hunted, and was hunted. It dreamed of shelter.
Hah, the original interface. A million years old, and it still works. But what true structure did this player create, in the reality behind the screen?
No. It has not yet achieved the highest level. That, it must achieve in the long dream of life, not the short dream of a game.
不。它還沒有到達最高的境界。那層境界，它必須完成生命的長夢，而非遊戲中黃粱一夢。
Does it know that we love it? That the universe is kind?
它知道我們愛它么？這個宇宙是仁慈的？
Sometimes, through the noise of its thoughts, it hears the universe, yes.
有時，通過它思緒的雜音，它能聽到宇宙，是的。
But there are times it is sad, in the long dream. It creates worlds that have no summer, and it shivers under a black sun, and it takes its sad creation for reality.
To cure it of sorrow would destroy it. The sorrow is part of its own private task. We cannot interfere.
用悲傷來治癒會摧毀它。而悲傷是它的私人事務。我們不能干涉。
Sometimes when they are deep in dreams, I want to tell them, they are building true worlds in reality. Sometimes I want to tell them of their importance to the universe. Sometimes, when they have not made a true connection in a while, I want to help them to speak the word they fear.
Sometimes I do not care. Sometimes I wish to tell them, this world you take for truth is merely [scrambled] and [scrambled], I wish to tell them that they are
[scrambled] in the [scrambled]. They see so little of reality, in their long dream.
Too strong for this dream. To tell them how to live is to prevent them living.
對於這個夢來說太強烈了。告訴它們如何活著就是阻礙它們活下去。
I will not tell the player how to live.
我不會告訴這個玩家如何生活的。
The player is growing restless.
這個玩家正在變得焦慮。
I will tell the player a story.
我會告訴這個玩家一個故事。
But not the truth.
但不是真相。
No. A story that contains the truth safely, in a cage of words. Not the naked truth that can burn over any distance.
不。是一個嚴密地將真實包裹起來的文字牢籠。而不是赤裸裸的真相。
Give it a body, again.
賦予它主體，再一次。
Yes. Player...
好的。玩家……
Use its name.
以名字稱呼它。
[Playername]. Player of games.
。遊戲的玩家。
Good.
很好。
Take a breath, now. Take another. Feel air in your lungs. Let your limbs return. Yes, move your fingers. Have a body again, under gravity, in air. Respawn in the long dream. There you are. Your body touching the universe again at every point, as though you were separate things. As though we were separate things.
Who are we? Once we were called the spirit of the mountain. Father sun, mother moon. Ancestral spirits, animal spirits. Jinn. Ghosts. The green man. Then gods, demons. Angels. Poltergeists. Aliens, extraterrestrials. Leptons, quarks. The words change. We do not change.
We are the universe. We are everything you think isnt you. You are looking at us now, through your skin and your eyes. And why does the universe touch your skin, and throw light on you? To see you, player. To know you. And to be known. I shall tell you a story.
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.
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.
Sometimes the player dreamed it was lost in a story.
有時這玩家夢見它迷失在了一個故事裡。
Sometimes the player dreamed it was other things, in other places. Sometimes these dreams were disturbing. Sometimes very beautiful indeed. Sometimes the player woke from one dream into another, then woke from that into a third.
Sometimes the player dreamed it watched words on a screen.
有時這個玩家夢見它在屏幕上看著文字。
Lets go back.
讓我們回退一點。
The atoms of the player were scattered in the grass, in the rivers, in the air, in the ground. A woman gathered the atoms; she drank and ate and inhaled; and the woman assembled the player, in her body.
And the player awoke, from the warm, dark world of its mothers body, into the long dream.
然後那玩家醒來了，從一個溫暖，昏暗的母親體內，進入了漫漫長夢。
And the player was a new story, never told before, written in letters of DNA. And the player was a new program, never run before, generated by a sourcecode a billion years old. And the player was a new human, never alive before, made from nothing but milk and love.
You are the player. The story. The program. The human. Made from nothing but milk and love.
你就是那玩家。那個故事。那個程序。那個人類。僅由奶和愛組成。
Lets go further back.
我們再往更遠的過去回退一點。
Shush. Sometimes the player created a small, private world that was soft and warm and simple. Sometimes hard, and cold, and complicated. 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".
Sometimes it believed it was in a universe that was made of energy that was made of offs and ons; zeros and ones; lines of code. Sometimes it believed it was playing a game. Sometimes it believed it was reading words on a screen.
and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the sunlight that came through the shuffling leaves of the summer trees
而有時這玩家相信宇宙通過穿越夏日樹葉的那斑斕的陽光對它說話。
and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the light that fell from the crisp night sky of winter, where a fleck of light in the corner of the players eye might be a star a million times as massive as the sun, boiling its planets to plasma in order to be visible for a moment to the player, walking home at the far side of the universe, suddenly smelling food, almost at the familiar door, about to dream again
and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the zeros and ones, through the electricity of the world, through the scrolling words on a screen at the end of a dream
而有時玩家相信宇宙透過零和一，透過世界的電力，透過屏幕上滾動的文字和夢的終結對它說話
and the universe said I love you
宇宙說我愛你
and the universe said you have played the game well
宇宙說你很好地玩了這遊戲
and the universe said everything you need is within you
宇宙說一切你所需的你都具有
and the universe said you are stronger than you know
宇宙說你比你所知的要強大
and the universe said you are the daylight
宇宙說你就是日光
and the universe said you are the night
宇宙說你就是黑夜
and the universe said the darkness you fight is within you
宇宙說你所鬥爭的黑暗就在你心中
and the universe said the light you seek is within you
宇宙說你所尋找的光明就在你心中
and the universe said you are not alone
宇宙說你不是孤獨的
and the universe said you are not separate from every other thing
宇宙說你不是和所有的事物所隔絕的
and the universe said you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code
宇宙說你就是宇宙品嘗著自己，對自己說話，閱讀著它自己的代碼。
and the universe said I love you because you are love.
宇宙說我愛你因為你就是愛。
And the game was over and the player woke up from the dream. And the player began a new dream. And the player dreamed again, dreamed better. And the player was the universe. And the player was love.
