经典科幻文学:《宇宙尽头的餐馆》第22章1

Arthur woke up and instantly regretted it. Hangovers he’d had, but never anything on this scale. This was it, this was the big one, this was the ultimate pits. Matter transference beams, he decided, were not as much fun as, say, a good solid kick in the head.
Being for the moment unwilling to move on account of a dull stomping throb he was experiencing, he lay a while and thought. The trouble with most forms of transport, he thought, is basically one of them not being worth all the bother. On Earth – when there had been an Earth, before it was demolished to make way for a new hyperspace bypass – the problem had been with cars. The disadvantages involved in pulling lots of black sticky slime from out of the ground where it had been safely hidden out of harm’s way, turning it into tar to cover the land with, smoke to fill the air with and pouring the rest into the sea, all seemed to outweigh the advantages of being able to get more quickly from one place to another – particularly when the place you arrived at had probably become, as a result of this, very similar to the place you had left, i.e. covered with tar, full of smoke and short of fish.
And what about matter transference beams? Any form of transport which involved tearing you apart atom by atom, flinging those atoms through the sub-ether, and then jamming them back together again just when they were getting their first taste of freedom for years had to be bad news.
Many people had thought exactly this before Arthur Dent and had even gone to the lengths of writing songs about it. Here is one that used regularly to be chanted by huge crowds outside the Sirius Cybernetics Corporation Teleport Systems factory on Happi-Werld III:
“Can you hear a dull stomping throb?” said Ford Prefect.
Arthur span round and wobbled uncertainly. Ford Prefect was approaching looking red eyed and pasty.
“Where are we?” gasped Arthur.

阿瑟醒过来，但他马上对此懊悔不已，他以前也有过宿醉的经历，却从来没有达到这般程度，这一次真是来了个猛的，来了个空前绝后的，现在他认定，物质传送光束可不是一件好玩的东西，怎么说呢，简直就像头上挨了结结实实的一脚
此时-他感到自己的脉搏单调地怦怦乱蹦，所以不想移动，只是躺在原地，思考着：他想，大部分形式的传送工具都有一个根本问题，它们中没有一种的好姓能抵销所有那些由它带来的用扰。对地球来说——当地球还存在的时候，在它为了给一条新的超空问通道腾出地方来而被毁灭掉之前－－在汽车上，这些弊病包括，从地下抽出大量本来安安生生隐藏着的黑色黏稠物，把它变成覆盖大地的沥青、弥漫在空中的烟雾，再将废弃物I匾倒人大海。所有这些，似乎远远超过了汽车所带来的好处，即能够更快地从一个地方到达另一个地方——尤其是当你所到达的地方，由于这种传送造成的影响，很可能已经变得与你所离开的地方极其相似，同样覆盖了沥青、弥漫着烟雾，而且没有多少鱼。
那么，物质传送光束呢，它的工作原理是先把你撕裂成原子，然后通过亚以太来投送这些原子，再在它们多年来头一次尝到自由的滋味的时候，把它们重新组装起来。任何形式的传送工具，只要采取这种原理，绝对不会是什么好玩意儿。
在阿瑟·邓特之前，已经有许多人认真地思考过这个问题了，甚至到了就这个问题创作了一批歌曲的程度。下面就是其中的一首。位于哈皮一维尔德三号星上的天狼星控制系统公司传送系统工厂门外曾经经常性地聚集着一大群人，口里吟唱着这首歌：
“你能听到有什么在单调地砰砰乱蹦的声音吗？”福特，长官说，
阿瑟转过身，立足不稳地摇晃着。福特长官正朝这边走过来，看上去眼睛红红的，面色苍白。
”我们这是在哪儿？”阿瑟喘息着问。