sk.thewastelands-第103节
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e； and even before names appeared beside the dots； Eddie realized he was looking at a route…map； one not much different from those which were mounted in New York subway stations and on the trains themselves。 A flashing green dot appeared at Lud； which was Blaine's base of operations as well as his terminating point。
〃YOU ARE LOOKING AT OUR ROUTE OF TRAVEL。 ALTHOUGH THERE ARE SOME TWISTS AND TURNS ALONG THE BUNNY…TRAIL； YOU WILL NOTE THAT OUR COURSE KEEPS FIRMLY TO THE SOUTHWEST…ALONG THE PATH OF THE BEAM。 THE TOTAL DISTANCE IS JUST OVER EIGHT THOUSAND WHEELS…OR SEVEN THOUSAND MILES； IF YOU PREFER THAT UNIT OF MEASURE。 IT WAS ONCE MUCH LESS； BUT THAT WAS BEFORE ALL TEMPORAL SYNAPSES BEGAN TO MELT DOWN。〃
〃What do you mean； temporal synapses？〃 Susannah asked。
Blaine laughed his nasty laugh 。 。 。 but did not answer her question。
〃AT MY TOP SPEED； WE WILL REACH THE TERMINATING POINT OF MY RUN IN EIGHT HOURS AND FORTY…FIVE MINUTES。〃
〃Eight hundred…plus miles an hour over the ground；〃 Susannah said。 Her voice was soft with awe。 〃Jesus…God。〃
〃I AM； OF COURSE； MAKING THE ASSUMPTION THAT ALL TRACKAGE ALONG MY ROUTE REMAINS INTACT。 IT HAS BEEN NINE YEARS AND FIVE MONTHS SINCE I'VE BOTHERED TO MAKE THE RUN； SO I CAN'T SAY FOR SURE。〃
Ahead； the wall at the southeastern edge of the city was drawing closer。 It was high and thick and eroded to rubble at the top。 It also appeared to be lined with skeletons…thousands upon thousands of dead Luddites。 The notch toward which Blaine was slowly moving appeared to be at least two hundred feet deep； and here the trestle which bore the track was very dark； as if someone had tried to burn it or blow it up。
〃What happens if we e to a place where the track is gone？〃 Eddie asked。 He realized he kept raising his voice to talk to Blaine； as if he were speaking to somebody on the telephone and had a bad connection。
〃AT EIGHT HUNDRED MILES AN HOUR？〃 Blaine sounded amused。 〃SEE YOU LATER； ALLIGATOR； AFTER A WHILE； CROC…ODILE； DONT FORGET TO WRITE。〃
〃e on！〃 Eddie said。 〃Don't tell me a machine as sophisticated as you can't monitor your own trackage for breaks。〃
〃WELL； I COULD HAVE；〃 Blaine agreed； 〃BUT…AW； SHUCKS！…I BLEW THOSE CIRCUITS OUT WHEN WE STARTED TO MOVE。〃
Eddie's face was a picture of astonishment。 〃Why？〃
〃IT'S QUITE A BIT MORE EXCITING THIS WAY； DON'T YOU THINK？〃
Eddie； Susannah； and Jake exchanged thunderstruck looks。 Roland； apparently not surprised at all； sat placidly in his chair with his hands folded in his lap； looking down as they passed thirty feet above the wretched hovels and demolished buildings which infested this side of the city。
〃LOOK CLOSELY AS WE LEAVE THE CITY； AND MARK WHAT YOU SEE；〃 Blaine told them。 〃MARK IT VERY WELL。〃
The invisible Barony Coach bore them toward the notch in the wall。 They passed through； and as they came out the other side； Eddie and Susannah screamed in unison。 Jake took one look and clapped his hands over his eyes。 Oy began to bark wildly。
Roland stared down； eyes wide； lips set in a bloodless line like a scar。 Understanding filled him like bright white light。
Beyond the Great Wall of Lud； the real waste lands began。
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THE MONO HAD BEEN descending as they approached the notch in the wall； putting them not more than thirty feet above the ground。 That made the shock greater 。。。 for when they emerged on the other side； they were skimming along at a horrifying height…eight hundred feet； perhaps a thousand。
Roland looked back over his shoulder at the wall； which was now receding behind them。 It had seemed very high as they approached it； but from this perspective it seemed puny indeed…a splintered fingernail of stone clinging to the edge of a vast； sterile headland。 Granite cliffs； wet with rain； plunged into what seemed at first glance to be an endless abyss。 Directly below the wall； the rock was lined with large circular holes like empty eyesockets。 Black water and tendrils of purple mist emerged from these in brackish； sludgy streams and spread downward over the granite in stinking； overlapping fans that looked almost as old as the rock itself。 That must be where all the city's waste…product goes； the gunslinger thought。 Over the edge and into the pit。
Except it wasn't a pit； it was a sunken plain。 It was as if the land beyond the city had lain on top of a titanic； flat…roofed elevator； and at some point in the dim； unrecorded past the elevator had gone down； taking a huge chunk of the world with it。 Blaine's single track； centered on its narrow trestle； soaring above this fallen land and below the rain…swollen clouds； seemed to float in empty space。
〃What's holding us up？〃 Susannah cried。
〃THE BEAM； OF COURSE；〃 Blaine replied。 〃ALL THINGS SERVE IT； YOU KNOW。 LOOK DOWN…I WILL APPLY 4X MAGNI…FICATION TO THE LOWER QUADRANT SCREENS。〃
Even Roland felt vertigo twist his gut as the land beneath them seemed to swell upward toward the place where they were floating。 The picture which appeared was ugly beyond his past knowledge of ugliness 。 。 。 and that knowledge； sadly； was wide indeed。 The lands below had been fused and blasted by some terrible event…the disastrous cataclysm which had driven this part of the world deep into itself in the first place； no doubt。 The surface of the earth had bee distorted black glass； humped upward into spalls and twists which could not properly be called hills and twisted downward into deep cracks and folds which could not properly be called valleys。 A few stunted nightmare trees flailed twisted branches at the sky； under magnification； they seemed to clutch at the travellers like the arms of lunatics。 Here and there clusters of thick ceramic pipes jutted through the glassy surface of the ground。 Some seemed dead or dormant； but within others they could see gleams of eldritch blue…green light； as if titanic forges and furnaces ran on and on in the bowels of the earth。 Misshapen flying things which looked like pterodactyls cruised between these pipes on leathery wings； occasionally snapping at each other with their hooked beaks。 Whole flocks of these gruesome aviators roosted on the circular tops of other stacks； apparently warming themselves in the updrafts of the eternal fires beneath。
They passed above a fissure zig…zagging along a north…south course like a dead river bed 。 。 。 except it wasn't dead。 Deep inside lay a thin thread of deepest scarlet； pulsing like a heartbeat。 Other； smaller fissures branched out from this； and Susannah； who had read her Tolkien； thought： This is what Frodo and Sam saw when they reached the heart of Mordor。 These are the Cracks of Doom。
A fiery fountain erupted directly below them； spewing flaming rocks and stringy clots of lava upward。 For a moment it seemed they would be engulfed in flames。 Jake shrieked and pulled his feet up on his chair； clutching Oy to his chest。
〃DON'T WORRY； LITTLE TRAILHAND；〃 John Wayne drawled。 〃REMEMBER THAT YOU'RE SEEING IT UNDER MAG…NIFICATION。〃
The flare died。 The rocks； many as big as factories； fell back in a soundless storm。
Susannah found herself entranced by the bleak horrors unrolling below them； caught in a deadly fascination she could not break 。 。 。 and she felt the dark part of her personality； that side of her khef which was Detta Walker； doing more than just watching； that part of her was drink…ing in this view； understanding it； recognizing it。 In a way； it was the place Detta had always sought； the physical counterpart of her mad mind and laughing； desolate heart。 The empty hills north and east of the West…ern Sea； the shattered woods around the Portal of the Bear； the empty plains northwest of the Send； all these paled in parison to this fantas…tic； endless vista of desolation。 They had e to The Drawers and entered the waste lands； the poisoned darkness of that shunned place now lay all around them。
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BUT THESE LANDS； THOUGH poisoned； were not entirely dead。 From time to time the travellers caught sight of figures below them…misshapen things which bore no resemblance to either men or animals…prancing and cavorting in the smouldering wilderness。 Most seemed to congregate either around the clusters of cyclopean chimneys thrusting out of the fused earth or at the lips of the fiery crevasses which cut through the landscape。 It was impossible to see these whitish； leaping things clearly； and for this they were all grateful。
Among the smaller creatures stalked larger ones…pinkish things that looked a little like storks and a little like living camera tripods。 They moved slowly； almost thoughtfully； like preachers meditating on the inevi…tability of damnation； pausing every now and then to bend sharply for…ward and apparently pluck something from the ground； as herons bend to seize passing fish。 There was something unutterably repulsive about these creatures…Roland felt that as keenly as the others…but it was impossible to say what； exactly； caused that feeling。 There was no denying its reality； however； the stork…things were； in their exquisite hatefulness； almost impossible to look at。
〃This was no nuclear war；〃 Eddie said。 〃This 。 。 。 this 。 。。〃 His thin； horrified voice sounded l
