Chapter 1692 Latin

Major D.J put the fabric back on the ugly pile of flesh and said gently, "You need to rest, Peters. After an accident like that, we are all under great pressure." He looked around and said worriedly Frowning. He managed to piece together a body, but that body provided no more information than that the victim had suffered a lot during his lifetime. Now they are at the edge of the solar system, accompanied by the silent and cold void. The crew of the Event Horizon seven years ago have become bloody wrecks. It is said that there is also a spacecraft that also comes from the earth and is eyeing the hyperspace engine. It is approaching. In this way It can be said that it is very normal for crew members to have mental breakdown under the pressure.

Dr. Peters wiped her tears, and the cold fingers made her sober again. "I plan to go back to the Lewis and Clark and get some psychotropic drugs." She sniffed and said, "Don't worry, I will wear a space suit, and First Officer Stark will help me. Cooper is not repairing the mask. Hey, there's no danger in returning to the Lewis and Clark."

Major D.J. shrugged.

This was the best way at the moment. He just hoped that the drug reserve would be sufficient and that there would be enough left after they passed through the fog. Without those mind-stabilizing drugs, they wouldn't be able to stay long on this terrifying space cruise ship. "Don't worry, based on the ship's sailing speed, it will take at least a week for them to arrive near the Event Horizon." First mate Stark said, returning from the engine room. "We have enough time to figure out what's going on on this ship." what happened."

Only medical doctor D.J expressed some dissatisfaction with this.

The temperature of the Event Horizon has returned to normal, and they can move freely in their cabin work clothes. This also means that the corpses that were originally frozen into ice blocks are thawing, and some bacteria that cannot be killed by the low temperature of space are quietly multiplying. There were apparently no freezers for storing bodies on the Lewis and Clark, and even on this ship, only food-preserving refrigerators could do the job. "If we can't solve the problem of power supply in some areas - I mean, the cryo chamber - then we will have to live with stinking corpses for the next week. Trust me, no one can eat under that smell."

Beyond that, there are a whole host of risk factors, such as disease. Before they can figure out what happened to the crew of the Event Horizon, biological and chemical risks must be taken into consideration. There are no sealed compartments for autopsies on the Event Horizon, and ordinary body bags are not up to the job. ——These body bags were stuffed into the lockers of the Lewis and Clark after NASA prepared for the worst. ——For humans who have not yet been able to send mass into space through other cheap means, anything on the rocket Quality must be carefully considered. Even an ordinary bottle of pure water in space would cost more to send into orbit than thousands of bottles of the same thing would cost on Earth.

"Dr. Will will solve this problem." Captain Miller tried to suppress his irritability. "He understands the power supply system of this ship and he will fix it. Contact Lieutenant Cooper and Lieutenant Smith. I hope He has fixed our boat.”

"Lieutenant Cooper said that the air tightness problem has been temporarily solved, but it still needs time to check and fix." First Mate Stark put on his earphones and looked out through the porthole. Lieutenant Cooper, who was wearing a space protective suit, waved towards the Event Horizon to indicate that he was here. "From the outside, there is no air leakage problem. It will take a long time to repair the structural problems. As for the equipment problems, we have no solution yet."

"We simply can't do it here. We need support from Earth."

Captain Miller closed his eyes and sighed deeply. Now they are ships stranded on a desert island in the old era, and the only people nearby who can turn to for help are pirates. According to Dr. Will, the hyperspace engine is the decisive technology for the future space arms race. No matter which country is trying to get the hyperspace engine, it will definitely , they will never abide by all the treaties established by the United Nations Committee on the Peaceful Uses of Outer Space, and the computer of the Lewis and Clark has no information about that ship at all, which also means that the other party does not even intend to abide by the most basic "Registration Convention" -In that case, killing them all in space seems like a good option. After all, the existence of the Event Horizon and the Lewis and Clark is top secret information. As long as there is no tangible evidence, the United States cannot accuse the other party of taking away the hyperspace engine.

"I believe that NASA will spare no effort to save us, provided that we are in Earth orbit." First Officer Stark said, "If we return to Earth orbit, I believe that the other side will not attack us at will. If they do, That’s why we are enemies of the whole world!”

"Now we can only rely on this ship. I hope Dr. Will can repair her and then she can take us and the Lewis and Clark back to Earth."

"I'm not that optimistic. Do you remember the space station of the Yugoslav Federation?" Major D.J suddenly joined the topic, "It is said that during the civil war of the Yugoslav Federation, the emperor threw all the war reporters on the space station. It is said that someone saw it at the space port Several space battleships, and then took some secret photos. The CIA obtained some photos, although the resolution is not very high. If I guess correctly, the ship following us is the space battleship of the Yugoslav Federation."

"If that's the case, then I don't expect the other side to abide by any outer space treaty."

When Lieutenant Cooper finished his work and returned through the airtight compartment, he found that everyone, including Captain Miller, looked gloomy. Everyone who had no work at hand was searching through the voyage logs out of boredom, trying to find the direct reason why the Event Horizon ended up like this from the severely damaged storage media. Before he could ask a question, Captain Miller stood up. "Get some rest, everyone, and I'll organize the roster. Even though we still have a lot of work to do, it's important to make sure we have the mental capacity to handle emergencies."

Both First Mate Stark and the depressed Doctor Peters just managed a smile. After the others returned to the room they had just tidied up, Lieutenant Cooper approached Captain Miller and asked in a low voice, "What happened?"

"Nothing, we fixed some logs."

During the period before the scheduled hyperspace voyage, there was nothing unusual about the picture shown in the voyage log. In the picture, Captain Kilpacker of the Event Horizon was talking to the camera. It is worth mentioning that the name of this captain was also provided by Dr. Will. As a member of the Pegasus Project, he knew the captain's resume very well.

"I am proud of my crew, please allow me to mention their names."

The captain with gray hair and thin cheeks in the picture asked the photographer to focus on the crew, "Keith Chambers, Janice Reuben, Ben Fanda, Dick Smith." With these The names corresponded to the vivid figures in the picture one by one. The captain continued, "We have reached a safe distance and are preparing to start the gravity engine and open the passage to higher dimensions." Captain Kilpac used a Latin proverb as At the end, he said to the camera with a smile on his face, "Please wait for our good news, we will see you later." Then the video was covered up by a messy and broken picture, and they could no longer get any useful information from it, but when those vague The minced meat on the wall and the body parts lying on the medical bed had names, and everyone who watched the video felt heavy.

"Now we need some time to rest." Captain Miller patted Lieutenant Cooper on the shoulder, "How long will it take for you and Smith to complete the repair work?"

"All I can tell you is that I will do my best."

Lieutenant Cooper sighed.

The so-called repair, from the outside, means using huge metal tape to stick up the torn skin. Of course, this job is not that simple. It also includes reconnecting circuits, cutting sharp metal edges, etc., but the driver, Lieutenant Smith, can't stand the thoughts. Even Cooper feels that the behavior of patching the surface of the spacecraft is very ridiculous - — He couldn’t help but think of Lieutenant Smith’s comments about the Event Horizon. The latter declared that he would rather stay outside for an hour than five seconds on this evil ship. Cooper swore that he definitely saw Lieutenant Smith on the ship. Pray secretly. He also couldn't understand why they still had to pray to God when they were already at the edge of the solar system.

"I'm just putting a positive spin on the situation. You know, we need confidence here."

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With the help of Dr. Peters, the crew members who were given a chance to rest fell into a peaceful sleep and enjoyed a peaceful, dreamless sleep. People who refuse to take sedatives, like Major D.J. (I need to keep my head clear to get the job done. That's what he says) are less happy.

In just a few hours of sleep, Major D.J kept tossing and turning. He didn't notice when he fell into a deep sleep and when he fell into a dream. He wanted to use Freud's theory of childhood symbolism to refute his current dream, but he had to admit that perhaps it was the thrilling experience before his shift that caused him to have this dream.

Professor Bell, the serious, old scholar-like wizened teacher, re-entered the dreamland after decades.

D.J vaguely remembered that he had secretly laughed at the teacher's major. At that time, he thought that no one in the world was using Latin anymore, and he could only become a teacher by studying this course. He heard Professor Bell repeating the knowledge that would be covered in the exam in a drowsy tone on the podium. He could only vaguely recall that it was a Latin verb, with bitis or eritis as the suffix, or istī and eris as the suffix.

He could do nothing but lie on the table, trying to draw some coolness from the hot classroom air as before. Professor Bell was still repeating the teachings he had repeated countless times, and his tone was still so steady and so dizzying. Drowsy. He heard the sound of the door opening, but when he turned his head, he found that he and Professor Bell were the only ones in the classroom - he remembered that he was undergoing confinement at this time, and Professor Bell should not be here - this shocking discovery made him jump immediately He got up, and then he found that he could not open the window at all, and the teacher's door was tightly sealed.

"Bitis and eritis are the future tense and future perfect tense of the second person plural, istī and eris are the future tense and future perfect tense of the second person singular." Professor Bell was still standing behind the podium, but his head had turned to him unnaturally. He heard Mr. Bell repeating one word over and over again. The Latin word was hard to hear, like a damaged tape being played, and he couldn't make out the word through the mouth with the dentures. "liberate tutume. Remember the indicative form of the passive voice."

He subconsciously thought that this sentence was very important and he had heard it somewhere before.

Then he realized he had heard the word in the audio signal, and he realized he was dreaming. When he realized this, the cold water that came from nowhere had already reached the top of his feet, then rose at an alarming speed, and reached his neck in the blink of an eye. The strong water pressure made it difficult for him to breathe. He couldn't explain why he was here, and he didn't know why he had this dream.

Professor Bell still stood behind the podium, and his voice squeezed into his ears through the salt water filled with the smell of sea.

"liberate tutume ex inferis, remember."

"What happened!" First mate Stark woke up first. The dark lights and sudden drop in temperature in the lounge woke everyone up from their short sleep, and D.J immediately got out of his sleeping bag and jumped out of bed. Since they need to be on duty in a few hours, everyone who comes here to rest is wearing dark green spacesuits, and the ceiling lights in the lounge are never turned off - this is one of the unspoken rules of all space navigation, and all cabins are The lights must be kept on, even if no one on the ground can see the situation through the monitoring equipment - if the lights suddenly go out, it can only indicate that there is a problem with the energy source. After all, this is a spacecraft that has not been maintained for a long time, so any accidents are reasonable. There was no contact with the bridge for the time being, and First Officer Stark gave the order directly, "Dr. Will, you and I go to the bridge. Maybe Captain Miller knows something about the situation. D.J., Doctor Peters, hurry up and put on your spacesuit." "

D.J rushed out of the break room as ordered and crashed into the corridor.

He found Mr. Bell staring at him closely, his eyes as cold as void.

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"It's very bad. The circuit is probably burned out. I can fix it." Dr. Will came to the bridge from the lounge and said to Captain Miller. The other gloomy-looking crew members said nothing. Bad news came one after another. They had no doubt that the ship was malicious to them. Seemingly sensing the crew's resistance, Dr. Will emphasized again, "This ship is safe. The hyperspace engine is restrained in three magnetic fields."

Pilot Smith looked extremely tired, and he couldn't help but snort when Dr. Will reiterated the safety of the hyperdrive. The same is true for others. Dr. Will's words don't seem to convince everyone, especially Justin, who is still lying unconscious in the medical room.

"It's not a circuit, there's something consuming energy." First Mate Stark corrected him immediately.

"That could only be the hyperdrive."

Dr. Will turned and ran towards the long bridge of the Event Horizon. Captain Miller immediately chased after him and asked others not to approach the second isolation door of the engine room. "Take care of Justin," he said. "I don't want anyone near that damn thing. Wait for me, Doc!"

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