Latitude is determined during the day and longitude at night.

Tang Yue sat on the pony, tilted his head and looked at the old cat spinning around not far away with a sextant, the latter looking up at the sun, pulling a thin line to move on the protractor, carefully measuring the altitude angle of the sun.

The subtle air flow swept the dust past Tang Yue's feet, his eyes moved away from the old cat, and a large crimson bedrock was exposed under the black soil, there had never been such a moment, Tang Yue understood the concept of "no man's land" so thoroughly, those three words came to his face, Mars is the largest no man's land in the human world, you go south to north, west to east and walk 10,000 kilometers, it is impossible to meet the second person.

It's not loneliness.

It's barren.

"Old cat." Tang Yue looked down at his toes, he kicked a stone around, "Do you know that there is a drama called "Waiting for the Pimple"? ”

"Waiting for the pimple?" The old cat turned his head, "What's that?" Why wait for a pimple? ”

"It's a very absurd play, very famous, about two people sitting under a tree waiting for something that they don't know what it is." Tang Yue thought for a while, "They waited and waited and waited until the end, and they didn't wait for what they were waiting for." ”

"It was 'Waiting for Godot,' an absurdist play by Samuel Beckett that has a pivotal place in the history of world art." The old cat shook his head helplessly, "What wait for the pimple?" ”

The old cat was worried about Tang Yue's humanistic qualities more than once.

"Okay, Godot, Godot."

Tang Yue felt that he and the old cat were like two desert travelers waiting for the bus, just like Estragon and Vladimir in "Waiting for Godot", they sat side by side under the stop sign at the edge of the world, with the highway on one side and the endless desert on the other, and the stop sign said that there would be buses passing by, but no one knew when the bus would arrive, what kind of car it was, and no one even knew whether the car existed.

That car could be at the end of the horizon in the next second.

Or maybe it will never happen.

Tang Yue pinched the envelope, and they embarked on a journey of no return because of a letter of unknown authenticity, for an illusory hope.

"They say they can restore the earth to its original state...... "but what is to be done?" ”

"Probably a copy of one based on all the information on Earth." The old cat replied, "There will always be such wisdom in the universe that can perfectly record all the information of every elementary particle in the earth and copy it as it is." ”

"But doesn't that go against the basics of physics?" Tang Yue asked.

"Which one was violated?"

"Heisenberg's Uncertainty Principle." Tang Yue replied, "An observer cannot determine the position and velocity of an elementary particle at the same time. ”

"Hmm......," the old cat muttered, "to be honest, this question is beyond my knowledge, and I don't know whether the universe is knowable or unknowable at the lowest level—after the disappearance of the earth, the development of human physics has come to a standstill, but the higher intelligences may go further than humans, and they may have made even greater breakthroughs to get the microscope that God used in the creation of the world." ”

"The microscope for creation?"

"Something unknown to mankind that can gain insight into the deepest secrets of the universe." The old cat shrugged, "I think it's going to be better than a stupid, black and crude primitive tool like a particle accelerator." ”

"We might as well imagine a little more daring, maybe the other side is completely above our dimension? If they have the ability to move into higher dimensions, then time is as free to them as this piece of paper. The old cat pointed to the envelope in Tang Yue's hand, "For such a civilization, we are all stop-motion animations on the table, and they can pull out a frame at will and rewrite an established fact. ”

"Can they tamper with history?" Tang Yue shuddered.

"They may not have the concept of 'history' at all."

"Unthinkable."

"Don't imagine." The old cat put away the sextant, "I don't recommend that you make any assumptions about the owner of this letter, the human brain can't make up an object that doesn't exist in your cognition out of thin air. ”

Tang Yue was stunned for a moment.

"No matter how bizarre and weird you imagine them, they're still something you put together from known elements in your brain, think of all the monster and alien movies you've seen — they're all shapeshifts and patchwork of Earth creatures." The old cat said, "The ancients said that the painting method of the dragon is a camel's head, deer antlers, snake neck, turtle eyes, fish scales, tiger palms, eagle claws, cow ears, and this is the truth." ”

"So far, all the extraterrestrial intelligence that human imagination has depicted cannot escape this trap, whether you imagine aliens with four heads and eight hands, whether a star year is 480 days or not, whether they will celebrate the rise of the third moon at the end of the year with singing and dancing around a big mushroom god - they are actually the transformation and reflection of human society itself." The old cat continued.

Tang Yue opened his eyes and nodded slowly, not knowing what to say.

In Tang Yue's mind, the image of alien creatures is probably similar to that depicted in James Cameron's series of movies "Avatar", with tall blue skin, riding a war horse, and fighting fighter jets with spears and bows.

Therefore, in Tang Yue's imagination, there would be a blue-skinned Na'vi sitting in the dock during the lawsuit, with war paints painted on his body and a bow and arrow on his back.

"So I find it boring to all the works that depict another life form." Lao Mao said, "As a human being, it is impossible for the creator to create a form of civilization out of thin air out of human society - you can only piece it together with what you have at hand, make it look as weird as possible, and write and write, you are actually writing about yourself." ”

But the old cat broke Tang Yue's imagination.

It told Tang Yue that your barren imagination is really too earthy.

"So...... I'm going to fight a lawsuit against a completely unknown thing? ”

"Yes."

"This is about to go into battle with real swords, and you tell me that the enemy is an unimaginable thing? Knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent can not be defeated in a hundred battles, okay? Tang Yue glared, "It's still a fart now, even if Mickey Mouse gets backup, it won't be able to beat it, we're going to die." ”

"It's not necessarily a matter of death."

The old cat stroked his beard.

It only had one whisker left to stroke.

"Mr. Zhuge Old Cat still has a clever plan?" Tang Yue asked, "Be sure to teach me how to break the enemy." ”

"Come with your ears." The old cat beckoned its paws.

Tang Yue came closer.

"In case even Mickey doesn't work, you draw another Mario on the table." "Then declare to all the creatures present that you own the intellectual property rights to the cartoon character." ”