Clara Oswald was standing by the wi

Clara Oswald was standing by the window, staring out into the usually black night sky. But tonight it was bright red, as if washed over by a sea of fire, and ash was falling down to the planets surface. It almost looked like the snow she had known on Earth. The universe could be beautiful, even on the eve of its own destruction.
Clara grabbed her cup a little tighter and took a sip. She was dying for a good cup of tea right now, but there was no tea on this planet. Tea had always somehow made things a little easier, or was it just the way she recalled it? She wasn't even sure right now if she remembered the taste of it at all. It had been 12 long years.

12 years on the planet of Targonia, that was not so much unlike her home planet, with humanoid beings called Targonians. They were a peaceful people, so unprepared for the war they had been sucked into. Yet Targonia had remained, longer than many other planets that had fallen victim to a war that seemed to spread over every known galaxy. Tonight they were watching the spectacle of the death of their twin planet Tyronia. Whether it was caused by Daleks or Cybermen or another race, Clara didn't know. And she didn't care. To her they were all the same now. Everyone was an enemy. It was the Daleks who had killed her husband over a year ago while he was doing his work, flying his space shuttle to trade food and products with Tyronia. Rourke had been a simple man, gentle and kind – and he had been killed along with soldiers and women and children. No one was save in this war.

Having enough of the brutal sight, Clara closed the blinds of the nursery. She made sure her son was fast asleep before she left the room as quietly as possible and closed the door behind her. Without turning the light on, Clara made her way to the living room when she was startled by a noise coming from the hallway.
“Good evening, Clara Oswald,” said a voice Clara was sure she should recognize. It had been so long since she had last heard it.
“Who is there?” she called out, “Show yourself.”

The creature stepped into the light and lifted her dark veil. With relief Clara recognized the features of Madame Vastra.
“What are you doing here?” Clara asked, her voice cold as stone, but still trembling. She hadn't seen any of her old friends in all those years she had been trapped on this planet. Not a single one had come to her aid when she had needed them to.
“We need your help, Clara. The universe needs your help.”
“I'm done helping the universe,” she turned around to walk away, but Vastra followed her.
“You're our only hope.”
She turned back to face the lizard woman.
“You know who does need my help? My three year old son sleeping next door. My son, who has no one but me,” Clara raised her voice, but still kept it low enough for her child to remain asleep.
“I'd think the saving of the universe is more important than your son,” Vastra stepped closer and stared at her.
“To me it isn't.”
“Well, then perhaps the Doctor is still important to you. Haven't you ever wondered why he dropped off the face of the earth and did nothing about this war?” Madame Vastra asked.

結果 (中文) 1:

Clara Oswald was standing by the window, staring out into the usually black night sky. But tonight it was bright red, as if washed over by a sea of fire, and ash was falling down to the planets surface. It almost looked like the snow she had known on Earth. The universe could be beautiful, even on the eve of its own destruction. Clara grabbed her cup a little tighter and took a sip. She was dying for a good cup of tea right now, but there was no tea on this planet. Tea had always somehow made things a little easier, or was it just the way she recalled it? She wasn't even sure right now if she remembered the taste of it at all. It had been 12 long years.12 years on the planet of Targonia, that was not so much unlike her home planet, with humanoid beings called Targonians. They were a peaceful people, so unprepared for the war they had been sucked into. Yet Targonia had remained, longer than many other planets that had fallen victim to a war that seemed to spread over every known galaxy. Tonight they were watching the spectacle of the death of their twin planet Tyronia. Whether it was caused by Daleks or Cybermen or another race, Clara didn't know. And she didn't care. To her they were all the same now. Everyone was an enemy. It was the Daleks who had killed her husband over a year ago while he was doing his work, flying his space shuttle to trade food and products with Tyronia. Rourke had been a simple man, gentle and kind – and he had been killed along with soldiers and women and children. No one was save in this war.拥有足够的残酷景象，克拉拉关闭托儿所的百叶窗。她确信她的儿子是快睡着了之前她在她身后悄悄地尽可能，闭门离开了房间。没有开灯，克拉拉朝她走去客厅里时她一从走廊里传来的声音吓了一跳。"晚上好，克拉拉奥斯瓦尔德，"克拉拉确信她应该认识到一个声音说。已经这么久以来她最后会听到它。"谁在那儿？"她喊道，"展示自己"。这种生物走到亮处和解除她神秘的面纱。救济与克拉拉承认夫人西的特点。"你干吗？"克拉拉问道，她的声音冷如同石头，但仍有些颤抖。她没有在她被困在这个星球的所有这些年见过她的老朋友。没有一个人来到她援助她了需要他们的时候。"我们需要你的帮助，克莱拉。宇宙需要你的帮助。"我已经帮助宇宙，"她转过身走开，但西跟着她。"你是我们唯一的希望"。她转身面对蜥蜴女人。"你知道谁会需要我的帮助吗？我三岁的儿子住隔壁。我的儿子，有除了我没有人，"克拉拉提出她的声音，但仍然保持足够低，为她的孩子继续睡着了。"会认为宇宙的储蓄是比你的儿子更重要，"西走到跟前，盯着她。"我这不是。"嗯，然后也许医生是给你仍然很重要。你有没有想为什么他扔下的地球的脸，根本没把这场战争吗？"夫人西问。

結果 (中文) 3:

奥斯瓦尔德克拉拉站在窗前，凝视着漆黑的夜空。但今晚，它是明亮的红色，就像被一个火的海洋冲刷，火山灰下降到行星表面。这几乎就像她在地球上所认识的白雪。宇宙可以是美丽的，甚至在它自己的毁灭前夕。克拉拉抓住她的杯子有点紧，并采取了一口。她现在正想喝一杯好茶，但这颗行星上没有茶。茶总是让事情变得更容易一些，或者是她回忆起的方式？她甚至没有把握现在，如果她想起了它的味道。已经12年了。12年在targonia星球，那不是太不像她的家园，与人类所谓的targonians。他们是一个和平的人，对他们的战争毫无准备，他们被卷入了战争。然而，targonia一直，比许多其他行星的受害者的战争，似乎在所有已知的星系长。今晚他们看他们的双行星tyronia死亡的景象。无论是通过消灭或电脑人或者另一个种族造成的，克拉拉不知道。她不在乎。对她，他们都是一样的。每个人都是敌人。是谁杀了她的丈夫在一年前，当他做他的工作，Daleks，放飞自己的航天飞机与tyronia贸易食品和产品。洛克是一个简单的人，温柔善良–他已经随着士兵和妇女和儿童死亡。在这场战争中没有人被拯救。有足够的残酷的视线，克拉拉关上了幼儿园的百叶窗。她保证儿子在睡觉前很快就睡着了，尽可能安静地离开房间，然后关上了门。克拉拉没有把灯打开，她在客厅里走到客厅的时候，她吓得一声从走廊传来的声音吓了一跳。“晚上好，奥斯瓦尔德克拉拉，”一个声音克拉拉确信她应该承认。它已经这么久，因为她最后一次听到它。“谁在那儿？“她喊道，“给你自己。”那生物进入光，揭开她的深面纱。救助克拉拉夫人组Vastra特征识别。“你在这里干什么？克拉拉问道，她的声音冰冷如石头，但仍在颤抖。她在这颗星球上一直被困在这一年里，她一直没有见过她的老朋友。当她需要他们的时候，没有一个单独的人来帮助她。“我们需要你的帮助，克拉拉。宇宙需要你的帮助。”“我已经帮了宇宙，”她转身走开，但组Vastra跟着她。“你是我们唯一的希望。”她转过脸去面对蜥蜴的女人。“你知道谁需要我的帮助吗？我三岁的儿子睡在隔壁。“我的儿子，除了我没有任何一个人，”克拉拉提高了她的声音，但仍然保持着足够低的水平，让她的孩子睡着了。“我认为宇宙的储蓄比你的儿子更重要，“组Vastra靠近，盯着她。“对我来说不是。”“那么，也许医生对你仍然很重要。你有没有想过，为什么他从地球的脸上掉下来，并没有对这场战争做什么？“夫人组Vastra问。