After walking all this way, no driver responded to his call, so he had to look around to see if there was a shared bicycle, and at the same time, he was obsessed with it—the ppt of smart home, he forgot to copy it to his USB flash drive! However, in the cold night, he was so cold that he was shivering all over, and the north wind blew through his thin coat, making his whole body look like he was naked—who asked him to come to the company to report today, because he was not prepared to walk on the street for so long?
This year's winter came too early, and the branches of the sycamore tree were shaking, and there were almost no leaves. He walked quickly through one building after another, getting farther and farther away from the office, it was not worthwhile to go back to get the documents, the streets and sycamore branches were all bare, and subconsciously, he only wanted to go home as soon as possible... What he never noticed before, all kinds of corners where bicycles could be parked appeared in front of his eyes. According to the color of the shared bicycles, the world in front of him automatically formed different groups: yellow, blue, orange, cyan... But they are not bicycles, they are fences, construction site fences, fire hydrants, closed newsstands... Even the few unowned bicycles that are sparse and unattended are not shared bicycles. It wasn't until he got closer that he, who was short-sighted, realized that the hopeful color was not what he was looking for at all. A fairly new looking bicycle was hidden under the overpass, which looked like the logo color of a certain brand. There is an iron lock on the back seat...It turns out that other brands of bicycles also have such bright colors.
Just when he was close to despair, he found a bright yellow bicycle. He couldn't wait to turn on the phone, only to find that he had uninstalled the app. He stomped and spun around to reinstall the applet. He was not wearing gloves, and his frozen fingers hindered the efficiency of the operation. However, after scanning the QR code, what was displayed on it was: "Sorry, this car is faulty, please change it." His vision was blurred, and he couldn't wait to wipe it off... He continued to walk forward, and saw a few people on the road, riding forward happily on a bicycle he hadn't found. He felt that these people looked at him with gloating eyes ...
When I returned to my residence far, far away, I felt completely chilled and limp. Although the air conditioner has just been turned on, the familiar interior is still too warm, it, like a big piece of hot cream, captures him and knocks him down. He jumped onto the bed, tore off his cold coat, pants, shoes, and socks, curled up in the crumpled quilt, and slowly felt the heat recovering from his body. He lay flat, savoring the consequences of the long walk just now. The vertebrate-specific instinct of insisting on resisting gravity disappeared—the body was originally a line, but now it gradually curled up into a ball, or a withered piece of flying in the void. Leaf... In fact, humans were born from the ocean and completed the initial evolution, and all subsequent evolutions are based on this result, or simply a kind of muddled "mutation". Just like at this moment, he has lost the instinct of primates to grow up, not even a cat. He is like an old sock, a ball of paper, a ball of rags... huddled on the only bed in the empty room, the house has just been rented for three months, and has not had time to renovate. He felt the temperature rise in the empty room, and threw himself in an unknown place.
He woke up because he felt the unusual heat around him. The first reaction was: "Oops, I forgot to turn off the switch of the natural gas stove just now!" He jumped out of bed and rushed into the kitchen, only to find that everything was safe. He was frozen just now and was eager to warm up. He might not have even been in the kitchen. He stretched out a hand suspiciously, and flipped the switch of the natural gas stove again—yes, the switch was still in the original position, but it was turned on/off/on several times, and he was no longer sure what was going on in the first place. It’s like a switch for the living room light at the entrance and next to the bed. It’s dual-controlled, so you don’t have to get out of bed to turn off the light in winter. The gate was indeed open, and if the fire had been opened and turned off, the whole room would have had a strong smell. This hot feeling should be because the air conditioner is turned on too much, and it seems to be malfunctioning. He moved a chair and stood on it. He could feel that it was so hot that it was about to explode. .
But he didn't find the remote control of the air conditioner, which was usually placed on the bedside table. Possibly, in one of his eager maneuvers before bedtime, he bumped it under the bed. So he lay down on the floor and looked under the bed vigorously, and then simply dragged the bed to both sides, revealing a large square of dark dust accumulated on the floor tiles, which was shocking. Except for some disgusting things, there is no shadow of the remote control. He went back to the kitchen and transferred a large pile of unwashed dishes in the sink to another sink. He still didn't see the remote control that he thought he might have accidentally dropped into it. There is nothing in sight anyway, there is not a lot of furniture in the house except for some household appliances, the only table is full of company documents and drawings, and the kettle is placed on the ground. He smiled wryly at himself, and looked away from the title of the top piece of paper—"Smart Home Group: Plan A3021B"—that string of numbers was a separate project number set by the company for the sake of confidentiality, so that competitors would not Will know what they are developing, so smart. But now, he felt like a fool.
Can't turn down the temperature of the air conditioner without the remote - there was another set of control interface on the panel of the air conditioner, but the previous owner of this house broke it. He is too busy at work to be at home often, otherwise it would not be a big deal for him to change an air conditioner. In this way, the remote control can no longer be lost... There are many reasons why this is not a problem, but Murphy's law is that the worst case that is difficult to happen will definitely happen. Thinking of this, he couldn't help pushing the bed to the side of the room. The remote control should be here! It must be covered by something, hidden in an invisible gap, but there is no corner in the whole room where things can be hidden, and there is no exit for small things to fall outside. All the windows and doors are It was tightly closed, even the curtains were drawn tightly! Thinking of this, he rushed to the toilet with a stride. Could it be that the remote control fell into the toilet? Soon, he calmed down. A simple but unsolvable little thing can sometimes drive a person crazy.
Moving the chair back and unplugging it was the only thing he could do now. He unplugged it, plugged it in again, and when he heard a beep, he suddenly remembered something. Last night, it seemed that there was such a beep. He forgot to lock the shared bicycle that he had finally found at the door of his house—he rode it in retaliation. After driving this belated bicycle for less than one kilometer, I found that riding a bicycle seemed to be more uncomfortable than walking. So, he left his bicycle and went to open the iron gate of the community. Fortunately, his magnetic card was chained with the USB flash drive and keys, so he would not throw it away indiscriminately. He could feel that the security guard in the community was still awake. This guy lay on the desk in the duty room and pretended to be asleep, but he didn't want to come out and open the door for him in such a cold day.
Plugging in and restarting did not fix the issue with the air conditioner. Not long after lying down, it quickly rose to an unbearable temperature. He looked at his watch and thought silently, let's sleep like this tonight. After all, it is already 3 o'clock, but even with the thinnest quilt covered It's also too hot, and it's a bit cold without a cover. He tossed and turned, trembling in the dark, but came across another long object. — is the remote control for the TV. In fact, he knew it was a TV remote control, but after confirming it, he still felt a little disappointed. They look alike now, thanks to the industrial designers at the company. Although today's household appliances look cool, their functions have not improved substantially, which is also the focus of their debate when they are working on the damn smart home project: a group of people advocates as rich as possible. Functions, such as a microwave oven that can dry hair, a hair dryer that can heat instant noodles... They are technologically advanced and confident that they can do anything; but those who have been in the market are always clamoring to improve their appearance to please consumers. Reduce the difficulty of use. A person like him, who is essentially a project manager, has little interest in the exaggeration of both parties. He has seen the era when there were more than a hundred buttons on three-card and four-card recorders, and he has also witnessed the evolution of Apple mobile phones from one generation to today’s full-screen display—their technical advantages are short-lived and soon useless, but they cannot be changed. Yes, it is the eternal inertia of people made of hydrocarbons. The body is a slow thing. At the worst time, some accidents will always bother you.
Unable to fall asleep, he subconsciously pressed the TV remote control. He remembered that even if every landlord is stingy without exception, there are at least seven or eight remote controls in this expensive rented house: a remote control for the electric water heater, a remote control for the smart toilet, a remote control for the air conditioner, and a remote control for the air conditioner. There's a remote for the TV, and even the lamp on the nightstand... has a remote. It's not because the landlord who doesn't even bother to give him a second key is willing, but because all electrical appliances must be equipped with a remote control nowadays. One of the main marketing gimmicks of their "smart home" project is to tell everyone that the functions of each remote control can be integrated into a device—for example, your mobile phone, and then induce people to social chat, post small video. The initial reason sounds trivial: for example, the table lamp also has a remote control function, because some statistics show that 90% of users have the experience of turning off the headlights when they go out but forget to turn off the table lamp. The remote control can make you turn off the lights after five meters away , no need to change shoes again to enter the house. Adding the function of turning off the table lamp remotely with the mobile phone can save 500 million kilowatt-hours of electricity a year across the country.
But when I press the remote, the TV doesn't turn on. He remembered that it might be because of the voice unlocking, so he yelled loudly into the darkness: "Student Xiao Ming!" Logically, this sound would wake up the startup interface of the smart TV, and then a very bad navigation page would pop up. Never quite sure where to turn on his favorite movie channels, let alone connect to his phone and laptop. However, the voice assistant "Xiao Ming" did not appear today, but woke him up. The power indicator light of the TV was only flashing in the dark. He remembered that acquaintances said that these companies are actually collecting users in the background Data - Audio and video recordings are sometimes surreptitiously turned on. He didn't really believe it. He knew their company's engineers so well that they couldn't figure out where to turn on the recording and video recording functions of their company's conference room.
He pressed it again, and the TV still didn't respond, but this time the red light flickered at least a little. This proves that the TV is indeed connected to the power cord. He is very familiar with the minimalist remote control interface. "Power" is responsible for turning on the TV. In the middle is a dial for various purposes plus "Confirm". It can also be used as a direction key. channel, and the other is a somewhat mysterious "restart" button, which he never touched.
This time, something incredible happened. After pressing the "restart" button, he suddenly felt that the room was not hot at all. To be precise, something had greatly diverted his attention. The TV was still sleeping in the darkness, but on the wall with nothing else, he seemed to suddenly see a picture of the universe running—the
last time he had this feeling was in an IMAX theater, wearing a With 3D glasses, he saw the Andromeda Nebula in a popular science movie. In front of him was an incomparably deep, but not lifeless blackness. From that darkness, all kinds of strange scenes emerged endlessly.
"Andromeda Nebula", he was silent in the dark, the word popped out of his mind. Why do you think of this now? He was a little embarrassed, but he was sure that it wasn't because he heard a popular song at dinner—in recent years, he hardly read books except for WeChat on his mobile phone, so only the lyrics that were played over and over again in various occasions were the reason. The ability of a word to penetrate deeply into his mind. He was impressed by the concept because he kept in mind: the only thing you can't see is what's in the telescope. When he was very young, his father took him to observe in the field and told him about this concept. When you look at the stars, he says, you just feel like you "see." You have received a message from some distant galaxy. In fact, the things there have passed for a long, long time. So the purpose of this kind of observation is very simple, not to do something, but to prove that I can't do anything - what a strange logic this is. At that time, Dad used the analogy of the tape recorder at home. He said that you press the button, but you can’t play any sound, because the tape of that section was accidentally erased, but maybe many, many years later, there is a person who picked it up. People who have access to the tape recorder will know from this gap that you once liked this song. This metaphor immediately touched his heartstrings. Since he was still young, it seemed that he had never heard such an interesting metaphor before. Dad said that it is actually the same reason to go to the wild to look at the stars, not for doing anything, but to avoid the severe air pollution in the city. As a person majoring in science and engineering, he seldom goes to the field. In his whole life, he has never thought about why he bought something that is not easy to use, such as a tape recorder that cannot play songs occasionally.
"Andromeda Nebula" is the only astronomical term he remembers. For him, it means, forever unreachable, like a song that only has words but has never been heard. He never bothered to look up the meaning of the word because it had nothing to do with his life. At this moment, he suddenly felt "seeing"—yes, there is a nebula on the wall... At the same time, an unnamed piece of music was spinning in his head, just like Beethoven's Ninth Symphony, but more magnificent magnificent. The most amazing thing is that it is the music that makes him "see". Every rhythm that comes out makes the night brighter and brighter, until it blocks his attention to everything else. When he "sees", he also hears more, and other sounds of the surrounding environment seem to disappear.
He was so shocked that he couldn't say a word, the only thing he could do was to tightly hold the TV remote control in his hand. After a long time, in the hollow of the bedside table, he began to fumble for his usual earphones. Flip a switch on these noise-canceling headphones, and you'll only hear the sound inside the device, and even without music, the ambient noise is significantly reduced in decibels—but he couldn't find the headphones. Strange, it's not where it should be. He suddenly realized that he was wearing this headset! This is the kind of sudden realization effect he is familiar with. It turns out that everything is an illusion. He touched the earphone with his free left hand, but was shocked again, he wasn't wearing earphones. Are you dreaming? He pinched himself, and the pain told him that was not the case, but that the immersive feeling was interrupted, like a fluctuation in the wireless network signal.
Sometimes when the lights are turned on, everything becomes clear. But he didn't have the urge to turn on the light, because he was afraid that this rare feeling would disappear. Still holding the TV remote control in his right hand, he pressed the volume button again, just like using the remote control to control the sound. In an instant, the world he sank into was greatly disturbed, and he seemed to see an interstellar fleet sailing out. Its port, out of his window to be exact, a huge spaceship was slowly tipping to one side, as if right inside his room. He didn't know how it was done, but from this small bed, he felt the movement of something a million times its size. The bed was at a corner of the room, leaning against the window, and he seemed to have slipped from the bed at an angle of more than 60 degrees, so he had to hold on tightly to the railing of the bed. Through the gap in the curtains, he could see a huge and invisible storm that was gestating, developing, and growing in the world outside the boundless window. He suddenly remembered something in his horror, and quickly pressed the remote control in his hand. At this moment, the volume button was down—really, everything calmed down again, and as he continued to press the button, the emotional concentration in the room became a little bit The ground is reduced to a level that is almost negligible, and that kind of spectacle is disappearing.
When he woke up in the morning he sat there for a while. Thinking about what triggered the indescribable feeling last night. Maybe it was the overload of work pressure from the previous day, and it was not smooth going back all the way. He is not a sci-fi fan, but he is definitely not the kind of personality who is easily moved by TV celebrities, hypnotists or oratorical experts, and his mood is not easy to fluctuate so much. He looked around the room, and there was no big difference. He opened the curtains, and everything outside the window was the same. Moreover, you can see the bicycle he threw outside the gate of the community. It was knocked down and lying alone on the ground. The sycamore tree was still bare, with almost no leaves on it, but the morning sun illuminated the treetops, and it looked less hopeless than last night.
Strangely, the remote control of the air conditioner is on the bedside table, but the TV remote control is lying on the floor. He froze for a moment and didn't touch any of them. Because he noticed that the TV was very quiet, the air conditioner had turned off automatically, and the temperature in the room was neither too high nor too low.
He didn't use the "one key whole house" app with the "automatically turn off the lamp when leaving home" function, because it will not make the TV remote control jump to the bedside table and return to where they should be, nor can it guarantee that the air conditioner remote control will not Disappeared for no reason.
Today, are we going to discuss that project of "smart home" today? As he went out, he thought a little absently. He remembered that the USB flash drive was left in the company, so he no longer needed to copy files from his home computer to the company, and he didn't actually do anything last night. At the moment he went out, he suddenly realized that he had lived in this messy single dormitory for a long time, and was sent from this city to another by the company. It was ridiculous that the rent of his own residence was so expensive, and he was not smart at all. Not even the company's own products are used. A female colleague in the company joked that the electrical appliances at home were bought by competitors, and a team was formed in private to make trouble with them, and they were responsible for all the troubles they made during the research and development process. So, is what happened last night also a conspiracy?
Everyone around was in a hurry. When he was waiting for the taxi to come, he had two or three minutes to watch everyone who passed by him. There was a girl who looked like the designer who made up the story in the company, and there was another girl who was always in the meeting Silently arranged the stationery on the table one by one, and then broke up and reorganized after a while. Normally, he seldom noticed the expressions of these unknown people, just like he seldom cared about the stories told by his team members. Usually they, their stories, were all statistics and performance indicators; for a moment, he suddenly felt that these stories , These small actions actually contain some kind of information, and these information will actually affect him and sneak into his subconscious—since he is already tired like this, have those designers and marketing teams who are actually not talented have also been dismissed? Has this project gone down lately? Are they really willing to accompany him and insist on continuing the project? He didn't want to ask his co-workers again, they would tell him the slightly cold joke above, about his TV rebellion last night. But he really wanted to go up and stop one of the passers-by, and ask them if they had a similar experience, and if they were alone at home one day after working overtime for a long time, they also saw a big scene in space? Of course, he knew that this would be regarded as a lunatic by passers-by.
He got off work very early that day.
He didn't come home right away. Usually, he always ordered a few takeaways home, and ate while browsing on the computer...but today he didn't ask his colleagues to go with him. On the contrary, it was still early in the day, and he chose a road that he didn't usually take, passing through a small park covered with fallen leaves, as if he deliberately wanted to waste some time outside. He walked all the way thinking about what happened last night, and he didn't think it was a dream. Passers-by along the way seemed to want to greet him, men, women, adults, and children, but they hesitated to speak. They could see what was on his mind, and at every moment, they opened their lips, as if they were about to remind him kindly at the next moment, "Sir, you buttoned your coat wrongly." "Did you forget your USB flash drive again today?" "Manager , your new quarter plan will be handed over to the group headquarters tomorrow..."
"Redefining user needs..." He muttered these words out of his mouth, wondering why he couldn't do without these in his mind—is he in a daze? The female designer who wrote stories in the company told him that he could try to focus on small things, such as she is playing a game, it is very simple, but every day it will let you "unlock" one sounds cute (Moe new) small features. She added that this generation is only interested in small but specific things, like buying a fish-flavored toothbrush set for cats one day, pulling weeds at a Turkish restaurant tomorrow, and eating rice wrap meals, etc.
Isn't everything in life very specific? he asked himself. The induction cooker is specific, the refrigerator is specific, the apple peeler is specific, the air fryer is specific, the handle of the colander is welded or connected by the rotating shaft, it is very specific, how to convince customers that 1.2 liters is better than 0.8 liters Specifically, the remote control of the air conditioner, the remote control of the TV... are also specific. But he himself became less specific. Or he was a little confused, what should they have to do with each other? He suddenly felt that he should study philosophy. He saw the bare tree trunks in front of him, the leaves falling from the sky, and piled up into a thick layer under his feet, which reminded him of the soybean milk machine, the grain dregs of thousands of filters, which were deposited in the last process. Around you, people are walking in an endless stream but in an orderly manner. Not only the streets of the city, but even the roads in the park form a tight cable, connected to different purposes, and there will be a reminder when you reach a fork. Indication panel. The world is like a large dishwasher, the power is turned on, the street lights are on, most of the dishes are turning over in a certain order, and some small objects, such as coffee spoons, are washed back and forth in the grid by the hot water .
...Suddenly there was a commotion. The chaotic crowd in the park surged towards one direction, as if some mysterious force was tearing them apart, and no one cared about him anymore. Only then did he realize that he had entered one of the most famous marriage introduction markets in this city. At this moment, the grove has another order: many people have a sign in their hands, with big ink characters written crookedly on it, which is not so big even in today's vegetable market. They held up the signs high, for fear that everyone would not see them, and those without signs were holding a stack of A4 papers, which were the "resumes" of their sons and daughters. "Student Xiao Ming!" He couldn't help saying "Hey" when he heard the loud voice, and immediately many people turned their heads to look at him. He blushed and explained to the other party in astonishment that he thought it was the smart TV talking to him. The crowd burst into laughter immediately, and someone told him that in order to avoid embarrassment, boys are called "Classmate Xiaoming" and girls are called "Classmate Xiaohong".
"Look at your neat suit, you are the supervisor of the company?" Someone immediately came up to chat.
"I'm passing by..." He replied and walked away quickly.
"It doesn't matter if you pass by, what do you do in the company, will you be given a year-end bonus this year?"
"I develop intelligence..." He swallowed the following two words abruptly, and said with an idea, "I major in astrophysics."
A look of disappointment appeared on the face of the other party, but he still didn't give up, and then asked him.
"Your leather shoes are not cheap, they look pretty, do you have a house?"
"I really haven't..."
Hearing this, the aunt who accompanied him all the way finally let him go. He laughed at himself for pretending to be an "astrophysicist". He walked deep into the brightly lit city, towards the subway station, imagining that he was leaving or arriving in a spaceship, no, he himself was a spaceship, not its captain. Are the people of the city standing on an invisible conveyor belt? On the surface they are all making choices, but in fact they are all walking towards their goals precisely, going through all kinds of difficulties and dangers: multiple passes, different forms of checkpoints, turnstiles for buses, steel wire shutter doors, and transparent cold protection for shopping malls. The door curtain, the entrance inside the community... It seems that at a certain moment, everything will automatically open, and all the previously inaccessible places will become huge sluices, and light, abundant light will pour out from here.
"Sir, take a look at this Sanju..." He was rarely interested in such things, but now he stopped in his tracks. While chatting with the real estate agent, he saw a charming face in front of him : Across the road, on a huge LED screen, her sexy red lips fluttered, and her broadcast was faintly heard in the background of the city: "This year... has come to an end... the index has hit a new high. Let's Focus on a photo of the day: 'Pillars of Creation,' an image of the Eagle Nebula taken by the Hubble Space Telescope on April 1, 1995. Arizona State University astronomers Jeff Hearst and Paul Scour Wen was in charge of 'developing' the radio telescope data, and then we had the most famous one in human history..." The
voice disappeared, and he subconsciously took out his phone in his pocket to unlock it, as if he was about to open a new one. remote control. However, no matter what he pressed, the voice was fading away regularly, and the image was also dissolving little by little. The incomparably magnificent star became transparent like a ghost, and a huge red cloud of hot dust rose above it, Little by little destroyed by the supernova shockwave that exploded 6,000 years ago. He thought about why the remote control didn't work, because his father told him that all of this was an image of the past, and even if the signal he sent reached that location, countless hours had passed. Whatever he wants to do, the change he sees is uncontrolled change itself, unless he himself is a part of it.
April 1, 1995, an April Fool's Day, he thought. The subway doors closed, and he was still fumbling for his phone in his pocket. What on earth is he trying to do, buy a ticket? The patrolling subway security officer looked at him with strange eyes. He seemed to hear the other party say: "A spaceship does not need a huanghuali base.
" Code, the QR code in the compartment is just an advertisement. No, what the security guard said was: "A desk lamp doesn't need too many remote controls."
In his almost empty room, he ignored the household appliances around him and only stared at this writing on his laptop: The different elements emitted The light has different colors, which allow us to "see" what is happening at great distances: green is hydrogen, red alone is ionized sulfur, and blue is oxygen atoms with two electrons missing.
The camera couldn't record this scene: through the sheer curtain, the night sky outside the window was crimson, ionized sulfur, or some other warm color that was both dim and twilight. Even in the dark, everything in the room is clear, and it presents things that cannot be fully seen during the day, a simple and mysterious order. It was an ancient night, a scene that could only be imagined in the unseen "over there".
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