Those who can read are writers [Interstellar]

Abuse?

It's not bad, it's a perfect ending.

But Tu Baba only felt that there were thousands of feelings lingering in his heart, soreness and pain, and he couldn't express the emotions in his heart for a while.

Tu Baba was tangled there, wishing to catch Mao Bura and come over to vent his anger.

But Sang Wen was staring at the electronic virtual card showing the countdown of "10 minutes", his mind was running at high speed.

not enough.

Sangwen sat in his seat and carefully read the entire "Defense of Glory" several times from beginning to end.

He murmured in his heart: No, it's still not enough.

Sangwen is created in Chinese characters.

There are always too few Chinese characters that can be deciphered, usable, and correct by the Federation. When creating short fairy tales, they feel that they have more than enough energy but not enough energy.

The method he has always adopted is to replace various complex writing methods of rhetorical synaesthesia with simple and easy-to-understand plain sentences.

It's like a dancer who has to dance around the ground with fetters from the beginning to the end, struggling as hard as he can.

For the two works "Goodbye" and "I Want to See You Again", this did not actually have a particularly large impact.

"Goodbye" and "I Want to See You Again" are both works that express a relatively single emotion.

"Goodbye" mainly highlights regret, and "I Want to See You Again" mainly depicts bravery.

When the entire text of a work is focused on expressing one main emotion, the writing method of the work is secondary, and the expression of emotion becomes the part that readers care most about.

But this flaw is fatal to "Defense of Glory".

"Defending Glory" has complex emotions, and Sang Wen's plain writing style is translated by intelligent AI, which directly leads to one point——

This work is not shocking enough.

It's like when a hero kills himself, he must use a sharp knife, not a blunt sword.

Otherwise, a swipe on the neck is not enough, and a few more swipes back and forth, what is the heroic atmosphere?

"Defending Glory" is about humans and robots, heroes and fools.

I am writing that robots firmly believe in glory and love their companions; while humans forget heroes and only remember the shame of failure.

Contradictions are hidden under words, and after translation, all the writing styles that are still waiting for words are destined to disappear.

It is like a flower blooming at the top of the stone in the wild sea.

But at this moment, everyone can only see that there is a flower there, and no one can clearly see its beauty with seven-colored petals.

Sangwen knew this without thinking too much.

Although he is now using the Chinese characters that the Federation has deciphered for literary creation, there is no one who can directly understand the full text without relying on machine AI translation, except for scholars like Karika who have studied Chinese characters for several years. Others are gone.

There is nothing wrong with translation itself.

Regrettably, the translated text greatly erased Sang Wen's personal color, and brought a bit of machine stiffness.

"Countdown 9 minutes—"

The mechanical beep sounds.

When Sang Wen decided to participate in the Federal Short Story Contest, it was the first day of the Interstellar Era.

What he focused on was the competition requirement of "no age limit, no status limit, no language limit" in the slogan.

There is no language limit, so he chose to use Chinese characters for creation.

He also succeeded, and he brought Chinese characters back to people's vision.

But people only see Chinese characters, but still can't understand them, and they still have to translate them into serpentine characters before they can read them.

This is a dead end.

But it is not unsolvable.

Sang Wen exhaled lightly and made a decision.

During the previous game time, he showed everyone Chinese characters.

Then in the last little time, let everyone see what the translated text would have looked like if the Chinese characters had not disappeared.

"Countdown 8 minutes—"

Sangwen directly connected the human brain to the writing screen of the optical brain, and closed his eyes.

Existing mechanics are as rigid as scholars.

So please let me.

All the audience watching the holographic live broadcast, the judging committee and the staff are now only 8 minutes before the end of the competition, when all the contestants have begun to finish writing.

They saw that Sang Wen selected the work clear button on the optical brain.

Readers don't have so many complicated emotions like Sangwen's.

They felt that Nutrients had been written well enough.

So when they saw Sang Wen's actions, they were even more shocked.

[I rely on? ? !Is this a waiver? !What is this doing? !Did he make a mistake!Hurry up, let the staff help him! 】

[?what's the situation?The rest of the works on the official website have been finalized!Not even modified!How come the works of Nutrients are cleared just in a split second?The system is down again?What are the nutrients doing? 】

【no!It’s because he doesn’t know what he’s doing there…]

The judges were also frightened.

A group of people gathered together and whispered together.

"...What does this mean? Rebelling against the assembly..."

"After all, I'm young... I can't hold my breath..."

"gentlemen."

A scholar sitting next to Benjer whispered to Benjer: "What do you think is the situation? In fact, the finished product just now is already very good. It is his normal level, a civilized work..."

Benjer glanced at the scholar lightly: "Is it very good?"

"No, it's still the same, don't turn back if you don't hit the south wall, insist on writing useless things, occupying the resources of the Federation but not doing serious things."

"Then sir..."

Before the scholar finished speaking, Benjer looked at Zhou Wenli who had finished writing and was sitting there waiting for the deadline.

"Chinese characters were abolished by Hua Guo himself."

"Chinese characters cannot stabilize the mental power in daily life, nor can they promote the development of minors' mental power early. The average level of spiritual power will be far lower than that of other countries."

Benjer mentioned what happened back then.

"In order for Huaguo to keep up with the pace of the global interstellar era and step into the universe, the People's Congress and the Political Consultative Conference passed a proposal to abolish Chinese characters. It is precisely because of this decision that Huaguo did not lag behind when the interstellar era began. nation."

The scholar echoed: "Yes, yes, isn't there an old saying in Huaguo... what is it called, if you fall behind, you will be beaten. Huaguo has fallen behind before, how can you allow yourself to fall behind again at the beginning of the interstellar era?"

"So Chinese characters have been abolished." Benjer sneered, "Smart Chinese people should not continue to be obsessed with Chinese characters, a tool that is useless and powerless."

"Sang Wen is really an unintelligent Chinese man... There is not enough time to translate Chinese characters on the spot. It is interesting if he can't finish writing. I want to see what he can do."

The audience also slowly saw the doorway.

【What is he doing...】

[He seems to think that the machine translation is not good enough... You see, when he re-wrote it, he used snake-shaped characters... He translated it himself! 】

[Are you kidding me? ?How could it be possible? ! 】

"Countdown 5 minutes—"

[No one remembers the sinking of the "Xinghai".Those forgotten histories are like the fine dust on the road that has been traveled, except that they are accompanied by the breeze and the muddy ground, and they have no meaning.

It once navigated among the stars and seas of the universe, and once saved lives in the cannon fire and laser.

In that era when even gods could not save lives, the "Xinghai" saved countless lives.

But it wasn't called a god, it was called—

"The Eternal Shame of the Federation Space Fleet". 】

"Countdown 4 minutes—"

【"I am the small auxiliary robot of Xinghai!" Its model is too old, and its claws have been worn out by years of living alone and maintaining the battleship alone, and there are cracks everywhere.

But his voice didn't have any old hoarse and vicissitudes, it was cute like a pure child who believed that flowers were the eyes of the gods looking at the earth.

"Great, are you here to take everyone home?" it said. 】

"Countdown 3 minutes—"

【"I don't want to stay here for another minute! This place is full of garbage! Scrap! Beast! And you brainless robot! Your battleship is garbage!"

"Things that don't even qualify as trash! Of course they are trash!"

The little robot scratched its head in an anthropomorphic manner with its claws in doubt: "A battleship is always a battleship, how can it be garbage?"

"We are the pilot ship of the First Fleet of the Federation Universe, we are Xinghai."]

"Countdown 2 minutes—"

[The voice is hearty and willful, as if it is wrapped in the powerful pride of the primitive forest, rushing towards the face.

"It was a long, long time ago when I saw a war correspondent last time... I broke an arm that time, hahahaha, it's okay, I saved those children, what a valuable thing hahaha!

At that time, the reporter was a girl in her 20s, and she started crying when she saw my wound. "

"What is there to cry about? Soldiers are here to bring the people home."]

"Countdown 1 minutes—"

【"...today, let me take you home too."】

With a swipe, Sang Wen took off the device that directly connects the human brain to the optical brain.

Gently put it on the table, picked up the pen, and turned it slowly.

The prompt sounded at this moment——

"The final of the Federal Short Story Contest is officially over. Thank you for your participation. The optical brain has been processed with a black screen and no further writing is allowed. Please sit in your seat and don't walk around casually, waiting for the guidance of the staff.

Thank you for your cooperation and wish you success. "

As the countdown to the audience time ended, at the same moment, the referendum channel opened.

Audience: ... Brother, be steady.

Judges seat: ...Stable.

Tu Baba, who was lying on the table and thought he would end up condemning Sang Wen in another 10 minutes, was stunned to see Sang Wen's snake-like writing on the deadline manuscript on the official website.

Tu Baba bit the back of his hand hard: "...I'll go, it hurts! Why did you write the second draft with me in 8 minutes?!"

As countless people poured into the voting channel of the official website, the contestants sitting in the audience did not know the writing situation of the rest of their opponents.

Zhou Wenli sat there with his arms folded, watching Guangnao being forced to a black screen in front of him to finish writing.

He slumped on the table, not looking at Benjer, who was staring at him in the judges' seat.

He turned his head and looked at Sang Wen who was sitting in the middle of the audience.

Sang Wen twirled the pen in his hand, as if a small whirlwind had stopped on his slender fingers.

The more he saw Sang Wen's indifferent but calm look, Zhou Wenli only felt more nervous in his heart.

He listened to what his teacher Benjer said, and completely eliminated the "useless" writing methods of the plot characters that he had slowly learned over the past few days from his writing.

It seems that in the blink of an eye, Zhou Wenli has returned to the past Zhou Wenli who writes in data science, but is still so talented that he can't hold back the cold and sharp edge of the text.

But only he knows.

He has been influenced too much by civilization and works of civilized style.

As if seeing a wider world, when I come back in a flash, I don't care about what I write.

"Take a break, there will be an exhibition match later."

Zhou Wenli didn't move, just sat there in a daze, but Benjiel came down to him and told him.

Exhibition match, what to write?

What am I going to write?

what can i write

Zhou Wenli got up and looked at the virtual screens and the silver background wall.

Feeling a little dizzy.

Especially when he learned of Sang Wen's operation, he was even more shocked: "What, what do you mean by changing the language in the last 8 minutes and writing the second draft?!"

"Who do you say he is?!"

"What's his pen name again? What's Sang Wen's pen name?!"

The author has something to say: Zhou Wenli: What is Sang Wen's pen name? !

Sangwen: Ah, I seem to have a lot of vests...

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Speaking of vests, I happened to think of a fun one~ Zhang Ziping once wrote something, bluntly said "He family can't do it!", which means "I am so good, which company can't I work?", but Mr. Lu Xun has a vest It's called "He Jiagan"... He is blatantly scolding Mr. Lu Xun hahahahahahahahahaha every time I think of it I feel so funny hahaha