《Circle Round》呈现：午夜起义，第三章《进入机器》

大家好。

Hey, everyone.

我是你们的Circle Round夏令营辅导员，埃里卡·亨宁顿。

It's your Circle Round summer camp counselor, Erica Hennington.

你们可能听过我说过，我来自WBUR新推出的儿童播客节目。

You might have heard me say that I'm from another podcast, WBUR's new show for kids.

这个节目叫《午夜起义》。

It's called The Midnight Rebellion.

今天，我们将把《午夜起义》的最新一集直接带到你们的Circle Round播客频道。

And today, we're bringing you another episode from that new show right here to your Circle Round podcast feed.

《午夜起义》的目标听众是年纪稍大一点的孩子。

The Midnight Rebellion is for slightly older kids.

如果你还不到六七岁，建议你问问父母，是否适合继续听下去。

So if you're younger than, say, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven years old, you might wanna ask your parents if it's okay to keep listening.

明白了吗？

Okay?

好。

Okay.

如果你七岁或以上，就继续听下去，一起加入《午夜叛乱》吧。

So if you're seven years old or older, keep listening to join The Midnight Rebellion.

WBUR广播电台，波士顿。

WBUR podcast, Boston.

你正在收听《午夜叛乱》。

You're listening to The Midnight Rebellion.

第三章：进入机器。

Chapter three, Into the Machine.

朱莉尔不该做这些事，一点也不该。

Jewel should not be doing this, any of this.

她不该在暴风雨的夜里出门。

She should not have left the house at night in a storm.

她不该违背爸爸的意愿进入实验室。

She shouldn't have entered the lab against her dad's wishes.

她根本不该一个人跑出来，不该到处乱碰，更不该去碰这台机器。

She shouldn't have gone off alone, shouldn't have started poking around, and she definitely, absolutely should not be getting into this this Machine.

这台机器很危险。

This machine is dangerous.

毫无疑问。

No question.

它震动、嘶鸣、喷溅着。

It shakes and steeds and spurts.

它对着朱莉尖叫。

It screams at Julie.

可当她凝视着里面，母亲那块古董怀表仿佛在挑衅她时，‘我不该’这句话就彻底消失了。

And yet, as she gazes inside where her mother's antique pocket watch almost taunts her, that phrase I should not ceases to exist.

我应该。

I should.

我能。

I can.

我非做不可。

I have to.

那块表为什么会在那儿？

Why is the watch there?

这说明她妈妈什么？

What does it mean about her mother?

朱尔走上斜坡，朝红光走去，然后进了机器。

Jewel steps up onto the ramp toward the red light and climbs into the machine.

好了。

There.

没那么糟吧。

That wasn't so bad.

里面特别狭窄， barely 比洗衣机大一点。

The inside is cramped, barely bigger than a laundry dryer.

四壁都是凹痕和划痕。

The walls are dented and scratched.

她的鞋子踩在潮湿的格栅和碎鱼身上，发出吱吱的响声。

Her shoes squeak on the damp grating and dismembered fish.

她迅速跪下，把那块发黑的金表解开。

Quickly, she kneels and untangles the tarnished gold watch.

她用拇指摩挲着表盖的纹路。

She rubs her thumb over the molded cover.

表盖咔嗒一声弹开了。

It clicks open.

表盘裂了，却泛着微光，指针纹丝不动。

The cracked clock face glows, but the hands sit motionless.

坏了。

Broken.

八成是被鱼内脏堵住了。

Probably clogged with fish guts.

那是什么声音？

What was that?

那是门在她身后关上的声音。

That was the door slamming shut behind her.

不。

No.

不。

No.

不。

No.

不是。

No.

不是。

No.

不是。

No.

不是。

No.

喂。

Hey.

开门。

Open up.

开门。

Open up.

机器晃得更厉害了。

The machine only rattles more violently.

好吧。

Okay.

快点。

Come on.

我让你开门。

I said open.

然后，她突然全身变得滚烫发白。

And then, all of a sudden, her skin goes white hot.

她的呼吸变得急促起来。

Her breathing quickens.

警告。

Warning.

生物同步已启动。

Biosynchronization Biosynchronization initialized.

心跳？

Heart?

这是在开玩笑吗？

Is this a prank?

心跳？

Heart?

心跳？

Heart?

她透过舷窗向外张望。

She peers out of the porthole.

外面没人。

No one is there.

十，九。

Ten, nine.

她突然感觉 stomach 一沉。

All at once, her stomach drops.

她觉得自己又重又渺小。

She feels heavy and small.

一种彩虹般的液体从她皮肤里缓缓渗出，形成一层闪亮的薄膜包裹着全身。

An iridescent fluid seems to ooze out of her pores, forming a shimmery film around her body.

有什么东西开始勒紧她的生命。

Something begins to squeeze the life out of her.

她这才明白。

Then she knows.

我不该在这里。

I shouldn't be in here.

二，一。

Two, one.

机器消失了。

And the machine disappears.

哎哟。

Ow.

珠儿浑身淤青，思绪混乱，像一幅糟糕的画。

Jewel sits bruised, thoughts smeared like a bad painting.

灯光变暗，机器晃了晃，缓缓停了下来。

Lights dim, the machine bobs then gentles to a stop.

结束了吗？

Is it over?

舷窗外面一片漆黑，像油一样浓稠。

The view through the porthole is black as oil.

房间不见了。

The room is gone.

她的手指摸到墙上的一个缝隙。

Her fingers find a gap in the wall.

她好奇地用指甲撬了撬，把一块面板扯了下来。

Curious, she works her nails and pulls off a panel.

是个控制面板。

A control board.

要是早知道这东西在这儿就好了。

That would have been helpful to know.

控制面板上的按钮冷冷地盯着她。

The buttons of the control panel glare back at her.

她按下了那个标着‘开启’的大绿按钮。

She presses the big green one marked simply open.

警告。

Warning.

警告。

Warning.

警告。

Warning.

警告。

Warning.

门缝裂开，时间仿佛慢了下来。

The door cracks and time slows.

潮湿的水花溅到她身上，咸味刺得舌头发疼，她这才明白，这台机器在水下。

Wet spray strikes her skin, salt stings her tongue, and she realizes, this machine is underwater.

它马上就要灌水了。

It is about to flood.

她会淹死的。

She is going to drown.

现在停一下，似乎是个不错的选择。

This seems like a good spot to pause.

广告后我们马上回来。

We'll be right back after the break.

一百年后的未来，在一个遥远的地方——等等。

One hundred years from now in a land far, far away hang on.

其实也没那么远。

It's not so far away at all, actually.

嗨，各位《Circle Round》的听众朋友们。

Hey, Circle Round families.

今天我们带来一档全新的听觉体验，来自WBUR的《午夜叛乱》。

We're here to share a new listening experience from WBUR, The Midnight Rebellion.

这是一档专为八岁以上孩子打造的气候主题冒险播客。

It's a climate podcast adventure for kids eight and up.

时间旅行、解决问题、欢笑与惊险，全都在这里。

Time traveling, problem solving, laughs, and danger is here.

订阅节目即可收听。

Follow the feed to listen.

对了，别忘了带上护目镜和雨靴。

Oh, and bring your goggles and boots.

这就是《午夜反叛》在你的播客平台上的样子。

That's The Midnight Rebellion in your feed or wherever you get podcasts.

朱莉尔在一堆意大利面中醒来。

Jewel wakes on a nest of spaghetti.

至少感觉是这样——又热又滑。

At least that's what it feels like, steamy and slick.

她伸了个懒腰，四肢缠绕在一起。

She stretches, limbs entwined.

如果这是梦，那确实怪，但很美好。

If this is a dream, it is weird, but lovely.

她睁开眼睛，灰蒙蒙的晨光透了进来。

Her eyelids split, and moody gray daylight streams in.

她抹掉脸上的尘土，当手渐渐清晰，才发现自己的纤细手指纠缠着，却不是意大利面。

She wipes grit from her face, and as her hand sharpens into view, she sees her slender fingers tangled and not spaghetti.

呃。

Ugh.

真恶心。

Gross.

她躲开一条黏糊糊的、像胆汁一样颜色的海藻绳。

She flees away a slimy bile colored rope of seaweed.

她的身体被厚厚的一层海藻裹着。

Her body is swaddled in thick mats of it.

她猛地坐起，摇摇晃晃地站了起来。

She shoots up and staggers.

有什么黏糊糊的东西舔了舔她左脚的脚趾。

Something gooey licks the toes of her left foot.

丢了一只鞋。

Lost a shoe.

我早该把鞋带多系一圈的。

I knew I should have double knotted.

她的白色毛衣湿透了，还染上了红色的污渍。

Her white sweater is sodden and stained red.

她拽了拽衣领，露出肩膀上一道狰狞的伤口。

She tugs at the collar, revealing a nasty gash in one shoulder.

我这是在哪？

Where am I?

她真想相信这一切只是个梦，因为浓雾正缓缓笼罩着她。

She's tempted to believe this is really a dream because thick fog creeps around her.

除了那层海藻地毯，地面主要是平坦的岩石，上面铺着沙子。

Other than the seaweed carpet, the ground is largely flat rock layered with sand.

附近枯树随风摇晃，残破的木结构正慢慢腐烂。

Dead trees sway nearby, and the remnants of wooden structures mold her.

朱莉尔转过身。

Jewel turns.

一只瘦骨嶙峋的海鸥停在木桩上。

A scrawny seagull perches on a piling.

鸟儿那樱桃色的喙上，挂着一块金表。

Dangling from the bird's cherry tipped beak is a gold timepiece.

嘿。

Hey.

把那个还给我。

Give that back.

那簇斑驳的棕色羽毛扑腾着，一副得意洋洋的样子。

The cluster of mottled brown feathers flaps, seeming very proud of its bounty.

那是我的。

That's mine.

那不是你的。

That's not yours.

还给我。

Give it back.

她冲着海鸥扑了过去。

She lunges after the seagull.

海鸥丢下首饰，气呼呼地飞走了。

It drops the jewelry and takes off tantruming.

冲得挺干净。

Good rinse.

小偷。

Thief.

她将粗重的链条戴在脖子上，用拇指摩挲着那块手表。

Jewel fastens the thick chain around her neck and rubs the watch with her thumb.

她咔嗒一声打开表盖。

She clicks open the case.

喂。

Hey.

我还以为你坏掉了呢。

I thought you were broken.

也许那台机器只是个高级的手表维修工。

Maybe that machine was just a fancy watch fixer.

一个念头让她内心发冷，因为她不敢说出那个名字。

A thought turns her insides cold because speaking its name.

那台机器。

The machine.

她的记忆恢复了。

Her memory comes back.

门已经开始打开了。

The door had started to open.

水涌了进来。

The water streamed in.

救命。

Help.

救命。

Help.

随后水流的冲击把她狠狠撞了回去，整个灌进了机器里。

And then the force of it slammed her back and filled the machine.

水流把她卷走，冲进了深邃湍急的黑暗中。

It swept her away out into the deep rushing darkness.

天哪。

Oh my god.

过来，布兰登。

Come, Brandon.

机器漂走了。

And the machine drifted away.

这可不妙。

This is not good.

好吧。

Okay.

别慌。

Don't panic.

妈妈这时候就会这么说。

That's what mom would tell you.

你还活着。

You're alive.

那就好。

That's good.

你只是流了点血。

You're only bleeding a little bit.

没错，你不知道那台机器去哪儿了，但你至少知道自己在海边吧？

And sure, you have no idea where that machine thing went, but you know you're at the beach?

不，不是海边。

No, not the beach.

那些岩石看起来像街道，那些木桩以前大概是房子的基座。

The the rock looks like a street and those wooden poles seem like they used to be houses.

朱莉尔用力扯下大块的海藻，一直扯到岩石上。

Jewel tears away seaweed in huge clumps down to the rock.

这是一条街。

This is a street.

接着，她看到一个生锈的排水口，上面依稀还能辨认出字迹

Next, she sees a sewer grate, rusted but clearly imprinted with the words

开往波士顿港的火车。

Trains to Boston Harbor.

波士顿？

Boston?

这真是波士顿？

This is Boston?

怎么可能？

How?

风刮着，把雾吹开，露出一排桩子的轮廓。

The wind blows, cleaving the fog where a set of pilings remains.

这些看着眼熟。

Those look familiar.

她慢慢靠近。

She edges closer.

她拂去地上的深棕色淤泥。

She brushes away dark brown silt from the ground.

她认出了那条混凝土步道和两个手印。

She recognizes a concrete walkway and two handprints.

H加J，心与宝石。

H plus j, heart and jewel.

这是我的家。

This is my home.

宝石思索着她所知道的一切。

Jewel considers what she knows.

那台机器不见了。

The machine is missing.

她身在波士顿，就在自己的街上。

She is in Boston, on her street.

她的房子被毁了。

Her house is destroyed.

她第一个念头是，这一切 somehow 是她造成的，好像那台机器是一种炸平了整个街区的炸弹。

Her first thought is that all of this is somehow her doing, like the machine was a kind of bomb that leveled the neighborhood.

但这说不通。

But that doesn't make sense.

如果不是海藻炸弹，不可能变成这样。

It wouldn't look like this unless it was a seaweed bomb.

不是。

No.

根本没这回事。

That's not a thing.

她饿了，空气很热，光着的脚也疼。

She is hungry, and the air is hot, and her barefoot is sore.

她穿过浓雾，一路摸索，到底在找什么？

She wends her way through the fog searching for what?

那个机器？

The machine?

心？

Heart?

有一次，她好像听见哥哥咳嗽，但想想，不过是远处的浪声。

Once, she thinks she hears her brother cough, but decides it's just distant waves.

渐渐地，拍岸的水声好像越来越近了。

In time, the breaking water seems to inch closer.

街道慢慢变湿，接着脚趾淹在水里，再是脚踝。

The street gets slightly wetter, then her toes are underwater, her ankles.

后来水漫过海草和沥青路面。

Then water is sweeping over the weeds and asphalt.

水在涨。

The water's rising.

是潮水。

It's a tide.

她妈妈以前跟她说过潮水的事。

Her mom had told her about tides.

一天两次，大海会涨落。

Twice a day, the ocean rises and falls.

就像海水在呼吸，一吸一呼，一吸一呼。

Like the water is breathing in and out, in and out.

潮汐是永恒的，你知道吗？

Tides are forever, you know?

你太奶奶以前总说，潮水退了，终究还会再涨回来。

Your great gran used to say, a tide never ebbs without flowing back in.

但有一天，如果地球持续变暖，冰川全部融化，海平面会涨得比城市还高。

But one day, if the Earth keeps warming, its glaciers will melt and the tides the tides will rise higher than the city's cities.

她妈妈有一张地图，画出了波士顿未来几年可能的样子。

Her mom had a map of what Boston might look like in the coming years.

那张图让吉尔半夜做噩梦。

It gave Jewel nightmares.

涨潮的时候，一半的城市都会被淹掉。

At high tide, half the city would be submerged.

包括我的街区。

Including my neighborhood.

所以街道才开始被水淹了。

That's why the street is filling up with water.

所以我的家也没了。

That's why my house is gone.

海水涨得更高了，这意味着这就是未来。

The ocean is higher and that means this is the future.

一个非常、非常糟糕的未来。

A really, really bad future.

她的眼里涌出了泪水。

Her eyes well with tears.

她只想躺在床上，听哈德讲他那个九千美元的机器狗，或者别的什么玩意儿，好好在家待着。

She wants to be in her bed to be listening to Hard blabber about his k 9,000 dog robot or whatever to be home.

那个机器。

The machine.

我需要那个机器。

I need the machine.

是它带我来到这里的。

It got me here.

它也能带我回去。

It can get me back.

我只需要找到它。

I just have to find it.

可是该怎么找呢？

But how?

那是什么东西？

What is that?

唾液顺着噪音传来的方向缓缓流出。

The drool peers out of the direction of the noise.

高空中，雾气闪烁着电光般的蓝色，像一座灯塔。

High in the air, the fog blinks electric blue like a beacon.

我不是一个人。

I'm not alone.

格蕾丝，我不是一个人。

Grace, I'm not alone.

嘿。

Hey.

你好。

Hello.

一瞬间，朱维尔在逐渐被淹没的街道上飞奔，双臂高举，大声喊着嘿。

In a flash, Jewel is careering down the slowly flooding street, waving her arms overhead, shouting Hey.

你好。

Hello.

沥青和混凝土碎片划伤了她赤裸的脚，但她没有停下。

Chunks of asphalt and concrete tear at her barefoot, but she does not stop.

救命。

Help.

救命。

Help.

街道开始上坡，很快她就跑到了干地上，朝着一个奇怪的飞行物跑去——一架微型直升机。

The street inclines, and soon, she is on dry ground, running toward the strangest flying object, a tiny helicopter.

短短的旋翼在一支圆珠笔大小的转轴上飞速旋转，外面罩着一个球形的保护罩。

Footlong blades spin on a ballpoint axle inside a spherical cage.

八个发光的臂膀从球体延伸出来，像触手一样扭动着。

Eight lighted arms extend from the orb, writhing like tentacles.

朱莉尔在悬停的微型直升机下方猛地停住。

Jewel stops short below the hovering mini copter.

喂？

Hello?

你能听到我说话吗？

Can you hear me?

好的。

Okay.

我叫朱莉尔·沃茨·格林。

My name is Jewel Watts Green.

我迷路了，求你帮帮我。

I'm lost, and I need your help, please.

直升机兴奋地旋转起来。

The copter gyrates, excited.

它慢慢飘得更近了。

It drifts down closer.

那些触手轻轻垂落，像一缕缕

The tentacles trail like strands of

头发。

hair.

帮帮我。

Help.

乔尔想要绿色。

Joel wants green.

需要帮助。

Need help.

是的

Yeah.

对

Yeah.

你能带我去见个人吗？

Can you take me to someone?

一个大人？

A grown up?

它升了起来，手臂旋转，蓝色的灯突然变成了橙色。

It rises, arms spinning, and the blue lights flare orange.

希望刚涌上朱尔的心头，一块飞来的石头就撞上了驾驶舱。

Hope washes over Jewel until a flying rock slams into the cockpit.

刚才是怎么回事？

What just happened?

那架小直升机在空中开始扭曲变形。

The little helicopter starts to contort in the air.

朱尔往左边瞥了一眼。

Jewel glances left.

站在那儿的是个瘦小的孩子，穿着破衣服，戴着大大的护目镜，笑得特别开心。

Standing there is a puny kid wearing rags, huge goggles, and an enormous grin.

来啊，你这生锈的铁皮怪。

Take that, you rusty tinskin.

他挥舞着一条鱼。

He pumps a fish.

喂。

Hey.

你干嘛这么做？

What'd you do that for?

该跑了。

Time to run.

那孩子猛地往左冲了出去。

The kid bolts left.

直升机往右拐了。

The copter veers right.

他们俩都消失在雾里了，只剩下 Jewel 孤零零地站着。

They both disappear into the fog, and Jewel is left standing alone.

天哪。

Oh, no.

我现在该怎么办？

What do I do now?

Jewel 现在会怎么做？

What will Jewel do now?

这得看你了。

That's up to you.

她可以追那个扔脏石头的家伙。

She could run after the Mangy Rock Thrower.

如果你选这个路线，就点第四章，追那孩子。

If you like that option, select chapter four, chase the kid.

或者，如果她想去追那架小型直升机求救，就选择第七章，去找到直升机。

Or if she should go after the mini helicopter to find help, go to chapter seven, get to the copter.

第四章：追那孩子。

Chapter four, chase the kid.

第七章：去找到直升机。

Chapter seven, get to the copter.

好好选。

Choose wisely.

这是《午夜起义》。

This is The Midnight Rebellion.

想继续听下去？请在你的播客应用里搜索《午夜起义》，然后订阅这个节目。

To keep listening, search for The Midnight Rebellion in your podcast app and follow the show.

整个系列现在已经全部上线了。

The whole series is out now.

接下来，请选择第四章追那孩子，或者第七章去找到直升机。

Up next, select chapter four, chase the kid or chapter seven, get to the copter.

《午夜起义》就在我们的频道里。

That's in our feed, The Midnight Rebellion.

到时候见。

See you there.