Chapter 901:

Jay Alison is 34 years old this year. I did not hesitate to set the age at 22 years old. There are no obvious gaps in my memory. From the moment Jay Allison talked about these trailing people, my past stood up in a hurry and finished yesterday's dinner. Did you eat that dinner only twelve years ago? I remember my father, a taciturn man standing in line. He likes to fly alone. He took a photo from the plane and worked specifically for drawing and exploration. He wanted me to fly with him, and I flew almost every inch of the earth. Except for the large commercial spacecraft that can maintain a safe altitude, no one dares to fly over Hellers. I vaguely remembered the crash and the strange hand pulling me out of the wreckage, and the weeks I spent, physically weak and mentally confused, a climber’s red-eyed woman gently raised . I have stayed for eight years, not a nest at all, but a huge huge city built on the branches of huge trees. Together with the small and exquisite humanoids who used to be my playmates, I collected nuts and buds and trapped small arboreal animals that were used as food, and went all out to use the parasitic plants grown on the stems. Fiber-woven clothing, in those eight years, even if I walked the road of trees high above the forest floor, I walked less than twelve times.
Then, the pain of the old man decided that I was too strange to them, and the difficult and dangerous journey my infantry foster parents and foster brothers went through to help me get out of the Heller family and arrange for me to trade. city. After two years of physical pain and mental rebellion, adapting to the daytime life, the owl eye trailer man saw the best things and lived in the moonlight most of the time, I found a niche for myself , And then settle down. But all the years that followed, after I think Jay Allison took over Jay Allison, have disappeared from the basic memory pattern we share, and become the edge of the subconscious.
A bookshelf was filled with 97 large micro-cards; I slipped into the audience’s sight with a peculiar sense of spy, and found myself listening to that step in anxiety. Jay Allison’s false voice asked me what I was doing. And interfered with his property. Looking at the audience, I read some random treatments for compound fractures, and then realized that I had fully understood the three words in a paragraph. I put my fist on my forehead and heard empty words echoing. "Ligation...main effluent...serum and lymph...granulation tissue..." I thought what these words meant, what I used to know. However, if I have received medical education, I would never think of one of the syllables. I don't know the fracture at all.
In the sudden impatience, I took off my white lab coat and put on my first shirt. A crimson thing hung in the white lab coat, like a kiwi bird in the snow. I went back and looked for drawers and drawers. I casually pushed a pigeon hole, and I found another micro-card that looked familiar. When I mechanically slid it into the hands of the viewer, I found that it was a book about mountain climbing. Strangely, I remember I bought it when I was a young man. It eliminated my last lingering doubts. Obviously, I bought it before Jason and Jay forked and separated so much. I began to believe. Not accepted. I just believe this has happened. The label of this book was carefully designed and it was so cumbersome to handle that I had to put it in the slot of the reader.
Under a pile of folded clean underwear, I found a half-empty bottle of whiskey. I remembered that he had never seen a drink before, and suddenly I thought: "Fool!" I gave myself a drink, sat down, and read the mountaineering book lazily.
I suspect that until I went to medical school, my two halves split so strongly...so strongly that there were days and weeks, and I suspect that Jay Ellison held me in captivity for many years. I tried to mess with the date, looked at the calendar, and developed a mental anxiety that I faced down thinking about when I was drunk.
I want to know if my detailed memories of teenagers and twenties are the same as those recalled by Jay Allison. I do not think so. People will selectively forget and remember. Jay's dominant personality pushes me out week by week, year by year, year by year. Therefore, the young noisy man, more than half of Dagowan, loves mountains, half misses a non-human world, and is drowned in the cold, severe young medical student, he lost himself in his work. But me, Jason-what is going on with the observer behind 98, Jay Allison dare not? Why is he over 30 years old and I am 22 years old?
A sound broke the silence. I had to look for the intercom on the bedroom wall. I said, "Who is it?" Then a strange voice asked, "Dr. Alison?"
I automatically said: "No one is calling here", and then I started to put my mouth back. Then I stopped and asked, "Is it you, Dr. Forth?"
Yes, I breathe again. I don't even want to consider if someone asks to know why I should answer Dr. Allison's private call in the devil. When Foss finished speaking, I went to look in the mirror and stared, trying to see the distinctive feature of the stranger Dr. Jason Ellison behind my face. I was delayed, even when I was wondering what to bring when traveling to the mountains, the habit of hunting and gathering made a list of hot socks and trench coats in my mind. Looking at my face is a young face, without wrinkles and faint freckles, except that I lost my tan, it was the same face as before. Jay Allison kept me indoors for too long. Suddenly I tapped the mirror with my fist.
"Damn you, Dr. Alison," I said, to see if he has clothes suitable for packing.
Dr. Foss was waiting for me in the small air port on the roof. A small helicopter was also waiting for me. It was one of the older helicopters that were beaten for medical services. Stared at my crimson shirt in shock, but he only said, "Hello. This is something we must decide immediately; are we going to tell the crew who you really are?"
I shook my head emphatically. "I'm not Jay Allison; I don't want his name or reputation. Unless some of the crew knows Allison at a glance-"
"Some of them can, but I don't think they will recognize you."
"Tell them I am his twin brother," I said humorously.
"That is not necessary. There are not enough similarities." Foss raised his head and waved to a man who was doing something near the "helicopter." When the man approached, he held his breath and said, "You will understand what I mean."
The uniform he wore-black leather, with a few starry rainbows on his sleeves, which means that he served on twelve different planets, each with a different colored star. He is not a young man, but on the other end of the fifty-year-old, he is sutured and burly, huge, with open lips and weathered face. I like his looks. We shook hands, and Foss said, "This is our man, Kendricks. His name is Jason, and he is a marching expert. Jason, this is Buck Kendricks." 99
"Nice to meet you, Jason." I thought Kendricks watched for half a second longer than me. "\'The helicopter is ready. Climb up, you're going to be there, don't you?"
We put on the zippered windbreaker and the helicopter flew silently into the pale crimson sky. I sat next to Foss, lowering through the faint lilac cloud, watching the shadow patterns spread below me.
"Kendricks gave me a funny eye, doctor. What is biting him?"
Foss said quietly: "He has known Jay Allison for eight years, and he hasn't known you yet."
But what makes us feel relieved is that we let it ride it away without talking about me at all. As we flew under the silent whistling blade, with our backs to the settled country near the Trade City, we talked about the dark night itself. Foss told me about the fever of the follower and tried to get me to understand the composition of blood and why it was necessary to persuade fifty or sixty humanoids to return with me, donate blood that can be used as antibodies, and then synthesis.
If I can do it, it will be completely unheard of. Except when crossing a mountain pass above the snow line, most draggers have never touched the ground in their lifetime. Including my foster parents, they took me through Dameron so painfully, only a dozen of them have ever crossed the surrounding mountains, keeping them away from the rest of the earth. Humans sometimes walk through low forests to find clues. This is one-way traffic. Climbers look for them from the future.
We also talked about some people who crossed the mountains and entered the pioneer country. These mountains were nicknamed the Heller family by the first humans who flew over them at a slower or slower speed than a spaceship. The Dakovan names of the Hellers are more specific and cannot even be repeated in the translation.
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