作为开胃菜,首先来评估一下原体幼年时期的身体力量
原文:“He was alive, and that stark fact alone surprised him. Cylindrical walls of buckled silver encircled him, a capsule of metal that he had no memory of being placed within. Light streamed through a large tear on one side of the tube. shimmering and inconstant, like sunlight reflected from the surface of a tidal lake. He had never seen a lake, but knew instinctively what one would look like. how the cold waters would feel on his skin and the sense of freedom that would come from swimming the bluegreen depths.
He unsnapped a number of trailing cables from his body and turned himself around in the cramped confines of the tube. As he crawled along to the break in the walls, he caught sight of his reflection in the smooth walls of his...
His what?
His prison, his refuge or his home?
No, none of those words felt right.
His features were those of a powerful man-youthful, but one to whom others would willingly bend the knee. The jaw was square, the hair dark as midnight. his eyes a warm, gold-flecked green. It was the face of a man upon whose shoulders great burdens could be placed without fear of them being unseated. He liked the face, pleased at how it had been wrought.
He was naked, but the absence of clothes did not trouble him. He knew nothing of modesty and took a moment to admire the perfection of his godlike physique. He laughed at the vanity of the thought, and with the grin of a man
who knows the world is at his feet, pushed at the damaged section of the curved silver walls. The material was soft and pliant to his touch, and he easily bent the honeycombed structure open enough to allow him egress. He boosted himself up and climbed from the reflective interior like a newborn from a glittering chrysalis.
He dropped to the ground, and stared in wonder at his surroundings.
He stood within a vast crater-a hundred kilometres wide at least-deep in the belly of what had once been a colossal mountain of black rock and ice. The crater was a fores
原文:“He was alive, and that stark fact alone surprised him. Cylindrical walls of buckled silver encircled him, a capsule of metal that he had no memory of being placed within. Light streamed through a large tear on one side of the tube. shimmering and inconstant, like sunlight reflected from the surface of a tidal lake. He had never seen a lake, but knew instinctively what one would look like. how the cold waters would feel on his skin and the sense of freedom that would come from swimming the bluegreen depths.
He unsnapped a number of trailing cables from his body and turned himself around in the cramped confines of the tube. As he crawled along to the break in the walls, he caught sight of his reflection in the smooth walls of his...
His what?
His prison, his refuge or his home?
No, none of those words felt right.
His features were those of a powerful man-youthful, but one to whom others would willingly bend the knee. The jaw was square, the hair dark as midnight. his eyes a warm, gold-flecked green. It was the face of a man upon whose shoulders great burdens could be placed without fear of them being unseated. He liked the face, pleased at how it had been wrought.
He was naked, but the absence of clothes did not trouble him. He knew nothing of modesty and took a moment to admire the perfection of his godlike physique. He laughed at the vanity of the thought, and with the grin of a man
who knows the world is at his feet, pushed at the damaged section of the curved silver walls. The material was soft and pliant to his touch, and he easily bent the honeycombed structure open enough to allow him egress. He boosted himself up and climbed from the reflective interior like a newborn from a glittering chrysalis.
He dropped to the ground, and stared in wonder at his surroundings.
He stood within a vast crater-a hundred kilometres wide at least-deep in the belly of what had once been a colossal mountain of black rock and ice. The crater was a fores