Part 19 (2/2)
A man standing next to him nudged him lightly and spoke in a low voice, ”Ah, Great Copernicus, why have you come so late? Three cycles of civilizations have pa.s.sed, and you've missed many great enterprises.”
”What is that?” w.a.n.g asked, pointing at the formation in the sky.
”The Trisolaran Interstellar Fleet. It's about to begin its expedition.”
”Trisolaran civilization has already achieved the capacity for interstellar flight?”
”Yes. All those magnificent s.h.i.+ps can reach one-tenth the speed of light.”
”That is a great accomplishment, as far as I understand it, but it still seems too slow for interstellar flight.”
”The journey of a thousand miles begins with the first step. The key is finding the right target.”
”What's the fleet's destination?”
”A star with planets about four light-years away-the closest star to the Trisolaran system.”
w.a.n.g was surprised. ”The closest star to us is also about four light-years away.”
”You?”
”The Earth.”
”Oh, that's not very surprising. In most regions of the Milky Way, the distribution of stars is fairly even. It's the result of star cl.u.s.ters acting under the influence of gravity. The distance between most stars is between three and six light-years.”
A loud, joyous cry erupted from the crowd. w.a.n.g looked up and saw that every star in the square formation was rapidly growing brighter. This was due to the light emitted by the s.h.i.+ps themselves. Their combined illumination soon overwhelmed the dawn, and one thousand stars became one thousand little suns. Trisolaris was bathed in glorious daylight, and the crowd raised their hands and formed an endless prairie of uplifted arms.
The Trisolaran Fleet began to accelerate, solemnly gliding across the dome of the sky, skimming past the giant, just-risen moon's tip, casting a dim blue glow against the moon's mountains and plains.
The joyous cry subsided. The people of Trisolaris mutely gazed as their hope gradually shrunk in the western sky. They would not know the outcome of the launch in their lifetimes, but four or five hundred years from now, their descendants would receive the news from a new world, the beginning of a new life for Trisolaran civilization. w.a.n.g stood with them, silently gazing, until the phalanx of a thousand stars shrank into a single star, and until that star disappeared in the western night sky. Then the following text appeared: The Trisolaran Expedition to the new world has begun. The fleet is still in flight....
Three Body is over. When you have returned to the real world, if you remain true to the promise you've made, please attend the meet-up of the Earth-Trisolaris Organization. The address will be in the follow-up e-mail you receive.
PART III.
SUNSET FOR HUMANITY.
21.
Rebels of Earth There were many more attendees this time than at the last Three Body meet-up. They met at the employee cafeteria of a chemical plant. The factory had already been moved elsewhere, and the interior of the building, which was about to be demolished, was worn out but s.p.a.cious. About three hundred people were gathered here, and w.a.n.g Miao noticed many familiar faces: celebrities and elites of various fields; famous scientists, writers, politicians, and so on.
The first thing to attract w.a.n.g's attention was the strange device at the center of the cafeteria. Three silver spheres, each slightly smaller than a bowling ball, hovered and swirled over a metal base. w.a.n.g guessed the device was probably based on magnetic levitation. The orbits of the three spheres were completely random: a real-life version of the three-body problem.
The others didn't pay much mind to the artistic portrayal of the three-body problem. Instead, they focused on Pan Han, who was standing on top of a broken table in the middle of the cafeteria.
”Did you murder comrade Shen Yufei?” a man asked.
”Yes,” Pan said, perfectly calm. ”It's because the Adventists have traitors like her in our midst that the Organization faces the crisis it does today.”
”Who gave you the right to kill?”
”I did it out of a sense of duty to the Organization.”
”Duty? I think you've always had malice in your heart!”
”What do you mean by that?”
”What has the Environment Branch done under your leaders.h.i.+p? Your charge is to exploit and create environmental problems to make the population loathe science and modern industry. But in reality, you've only used our Lord's technology and predictions to gain riches and fame for yourself!”
”Do you think I became famous for myself? To my eyes, the entire human race is a pile of garbage. Why would I care what they think? But if I'm not famous, how do I direct and channel their thinking?”
”You always pick the easy tasks. What you've done could have been better accomplished by regular environmentalists. They're more sincere and pa.s.sionate than you, and with just a little guidance, we could easily take advantage of their actions. Your Environment Branch should be creating environmental disasters and then exploiting them. For example, disseminating poison in reservoirs, leaking toxic waste from chemical plants ... have you done any of those? No, not a single one!”
”We had devised numerous programs and plans, but the commander vetoed them all. Anyway, such acts would have been stupid, at least until recently. The Biology and Medicine Branch once created a catastrophe from the overuse of antibiotics, but that was soon detected. And the rash actions of the European Detachment almost drew attention to us.”
”Talk about drawing attention to us-you just murdered someone!”
”Listen to me, comrades! Sooner or later, it would have been unavoidable. You must already know that the governments of the world are preparing for war. In Europe and North America, they're already cracking down on the Organization. Once the crackdown begins here, the Redemptionists will no doubt side with the government. So our first priority is to purge the Redemptionists from the Organization.”
”That is not within your authority.”
”Of course the commander must decide. But, comrades, I can tell you right now that the commander is an Adventist!”
”Now you're just making things up. Everyone knows the scope of the commander's power. If the commander really is an Adventist, then the Redemptionists would have been purged long ago.”
”Maybe the commander knows something we don't. Perhaps that's what the meeting today is about.”
After this, the crowd's attention turned away from Pan Han to the crisis before them. A famous scientist who had won the Turing Award jumped onto the table and began to speak. ”The time for talk is over. Comrades, what should be our next step?”
”Start a global rebellion!”
”Then we're asking to be killed.”
”Long live the spirit of Trisolaris! We shall persevere like the stubborn gra.s.s that resprouts after every wildfire!”
”A rebellion will finally reveal our existence to the world. As long as we have an appropriate plan of action, I'm sure many people will support us.”
This last remark came from Pan Han, and many applauded.
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