Everything had gone...confusing, al

Everything had gone...confusing, all of a sudden. Yes, bloody confusing that was it.

Which was very inconvenient because it felt like he should know...stuff. Lots of stuff. Universes full of, ehm, stuff. Immeasurable amounts of...everything.

Like his name. And where, precisely, he was. And also how to fly this whatever-ever-it-was; he definitely should know that.

And, of course, he should also know her name, that woman out there in the...the big room, with the upy-down thing - but no round things...there should be more round things. Shouldn’t there? Wonder where the round things went… - . He should know the name of the woman who’d kept asking him questions, whose touch had practically set him on fire - no, no that had been him, he’d been burning earlier, burning with golden fire -. She had very gently guided him into this boring room with its boring bed - but bed isn’t always boring; no, beds can be quite fun...he thinks - , tenderly told him to sleep, and then disappeared to somewhere he’s now forgotten.

He’d woken up a few moments ago - and that was strange, too. It seemed like he’d just been talking to her about pianos and Scots and then he’d...poof. Fallen asleep. He’d have to apologize to her later; it was quite rude to fall asleep while talking to a beautiful woman, after all. It seemed like he’d gotten in trouble for that before -.

As he looked around the room, he rather begrudgingly began to reassess his opinion of it. He’d been so focused on babbling to the woman about inventions and misunderstandings and boring beds, he’d not noticed much of it. He did, quite clearly, remember asking her that if it was a bedroom with a bed for sleeping, what possible use it had while awake and then she’d winked at him. Winked! That seemed mysterious and yet not mysterious, and he was once again caught between a rock and a flummoxed place.

Anyway, this room. This room had a bed and clothes and all sorts of bits and bobs and pictures and...fine. There was a lot more than just a bed. And it felt like it should be familiar, or felt like it would be familiar, or was familiar and oh, that mirror over there looked quite furious.

Or was that him? Did his face look like that? All...frowny?

But anyway, he should know things. No, more than that, even. It felt like he did know, he just couldn’t quite...grasp any of it yet. It was all tenuous and fluctuating - wibbly-wobbly? no, that wasn’t him any more. Wasn’t him the last time, either, come to think of it - and not quite formed into what it was supposed to be yet. But even if everything else was a bit floaty at the moment - did he like pears? It seemed imperative that he have an opinion on pears -, there was a something else, a very thick, brilliant, golden, solid foundation, a connection that seemed to be made of the sternest stuff in the universe. It was grounding him and comforting him even in his confusion and it was binding him reassuringly to the mystery woman. Everything about him could change - had changed, did change, would change, will change - but as long as he had her, then he was ok. Everything was ok/would be ok/will be ok.

結果 (中文) 1:

一切都已经...混淆，突然间。是的血腥混乱，是它。这是很不方便，因为它觉得他应该知道的东西。很多东西。宇宙充满了的东西，可以随时。不可思议的...一切。像他的名字。，确切地说，他在那里。和也如何飞这不管--it-曾经;他肯定应该知道这些。并且，当然，他也应该知道她的名字，那个女人在那里......的大房间，upy 下来的事情-但没有圆的东西......，应该有更多圆的东西。不应该那里?不知道那里...-的圆的事情。他应该知道女人不停地问他问题，其触摸了几乎放火烧他-不，不，其实他，他已经被烧早些时候，燃烧的金色-的名称。她非常温柔地指导他进这无聊的房，其无聊的床-但床并不总是枯燥;不，床可以很有趣......他认为-，现在忘记他温柔地告诉他睡着了，然后消失到某个地方去。他曾醒了几分钟前-，很奇怪，太。好像他已经只跟她说过关于钢琴和苏格兰人，然后他将...噗的一声。睡着了。他将不得不向她道歉以后;这是非常粗鲁的行为毕竟到一个美丽的女人，说话的时候容易入睡。好像他已经陷入困境之前-的。他环顾房间，他很不情愿地开始重新评估他的它的意见。被如此重点放在牙牙学语到关于发明和误解女人和无聊的病床上，他没有注意到很多。很显然，他记得问她，是否是一间卧室，一张床睡觉，什么可能使用它却睡不着，然后她了他使眼色。眨了眨眼睛!那看起来神秘而又不神秘，和他再一次感到进退两难的岩石和一个混乱的地方。不管怎么说，这个房间。这房间里有一张床和衣服和各种钻头和杂七杂八的东西和图片和...好。有了更多只是一张床。感觉就像它应该很熟悉，或者感觉就像它是很熟悉，或者是熟悉，哦，那镜子在那边看起来相当愤怒。或者，那是他吗?他的脸看，喜欢吗?所有...皱眉?But anyway, he should know things. No, more than that, even. It felt like he did know, he just couldn’t quite...grasp any of it yet. It was all tenuous and fluctuating - wibbly-wobbly? no, that wasn’t him any more. Wasn’t him the last time, either, come to think of it - and not quite formed into what it was supposed to be yet. But even if everything else was a bit floaty at the moment - did he like pears? It seemed imperative that he have an opinion on pears -, there was a something else, a very thick, brilliant, golden, solid foundation, a connection that seemed to be made of the sternest stuff in the universe. It was grounding him and comforting him even in his confusion and it was binding him reassuringly to the mystery woman. Everything about him could change - had changed, did change, would change, will change - but as long as he had her, then he was ok. Everything was ok/would be ok/will be ok.

結果 (中文) 3:

一切都过去了……一下子。是的，血腥的混乱，是它。这很不方便，因为他觉得自己应该知道…。许多东西。宇宙充满了，嗯，东西。无法估量的……一切。喜欢他的名字。而在哪里，准确地说，他是。他也知道，他一定要知道。并且，当然，他也应该知道她的名字，那个女人就在…的大房间，与占事但不圆的东西…应该有更圆的东西。不应该在那里？不知道周围的东西去了…—。他应该知道那女人的名字，他一直在问他的问题，他的接触几乎让他着火了--不，那是他，他早就被烧得很早，烧得很火—。她很温柔地引导他进入这个无聊的房间，无聊的床，但床并不总是无聊；没有，床可以是相当有趣……他认为，温柔地告诉他睡觉，然后消失到某个地方，他现在被忘记。他早在几分钟前就醒了，这很奇怪。好像他刚刚跟她谈钢琴和苏格兰然后他会噗。睡着了。他不得不向她道歉，这是相当粗鲁的，在交谈时，一个美丽的女人，在所有。好像他在那之前就已经麻烦了—。他环视着房间，他很不情愿地开始重新审视自己的观点。他是如此的专注于潺潺的女人发明的误解和无聊的床，他没有注意到太多。他很清楚，记得问她，如果这是在一个床上睡觉的卧室，有清醒时她对他有什么可能的使用。眨了眨眼睛！似乎神秘而不神秘，而他再次抓住岩石和困惑的地方之间。不管怎样，这个房间。这房间里有一张床、衣服和各种元件和图片…好。有很多不仅仅是一张床。这感觉就像是它应该是熟悉的，或者觉得它会是熟悉的，或者是熟悉的，哦，在那里的镜子看起来非常愤怒。还是他？他脸上的表情是那样的吗？所有…举？但不管怎样，他应该知道的事情。不，甚至比。这感觉就像他所知道的，他只是不能相当…抓住任何一个。这是所有脆弱和波动-威比摇摆不定？不，那不是他了。不是他最后一次，或者，来想想，而不是完全形成了它应该是什么。但即使一切是有点轻浮的时刻-他喜欢梨吗？它似乎势在必行，他有梨的意见，有个别的东西，很厚的，辉煌的，金色的，坚实的基础，一个连接，仿佛成了宇宙中最严峻的东西。这是接他，安慰他，甚至在他困惑并结合他安慰的神秘女人。他所能改变的一切都改变了，改变了，改变了，但只要他有了她，他就可以了。一切都是好的/将是好的。