"Does that painting have a name?"

A few minutes after the girl's voice disappeared, it sounded again, like the starry sky on the cabin wall suddenly blinking at Arthur.

--name?

"Are you...still listening?" The girl was suddenly scared. From her voice, Arthur guessed that she might be a little nervous.

For some reason, girls often make Arthur feel this way.

"I am here."

When the girl heard Arthur's voice, she felt happy again, and her speaking speed returned to her usual "chattering" state.

"You should be able to give it a name."

"I haven't thought about this, but maybe I can give it a try."

"I name a lot of things, and if I don't, I'm afraid I'll forget them."

——Will you forget?

New humans never forget, their memories are like an endless ocean that can be retrieved and input at any time.

——Do girls forget? This is very similar to me.

Arthur felt a sense of intimacy, and the image of the girl in his mind became slightly vague.

Arthur, trying to lighten the conversation, said, "What do you name things?"

"For example, the hard stones around me are long and deep, just like the city walls described in poems."

"City wall? You mean there is a city wall around you?"

"Well... it was on my head. I fell asleep in a daze, and then... when I opened my eyes, there was darkness in front of my sight. I found that the red, white and green colors I saw a few days ago were gone, and there were all the lights on the top of my head.

It’s a stone.”

...Arthur didn't know how to respond to the girl's words.

He also didn't want to just listen to the girl describe the stone.

Stone! There is no shortage of it in the universe.

"Can't you control where you move?"

Arthur asked the girl this for the first time.

"Are you in control? I mean...you mean free to go wherever you want?"

Another poetic sentence, and another question that Arthur didn't know how to answer.

Is he free to go wherever he wants?

Arthur turned the starry sky in the cabin into dusk.

The black starry sky gradually faded into orange, and finally stayed in dim orange.

This is a program that imitates the movement of the earth and the position of the sun. According to the old people on the spacecraft, this restoration is not accurate.

The descriptions of each generation are always different. In Arthur's opinion, this dusk is the dusk in his memory, the kind of dusk he understands.

"I guess I'm free. In the world I'm familiar with, no one stops me from going anywhere, as long as it's reasonable."

"Really! I'm so envious. It is said that a free life is more valuable than anything else."

"Where did you hear this from?" Arthur was amused by the girl's serious tone.

The girl seemed to be in a better mood. After laughing, she changed the topic back to names.

"Then let's give your painting a name." The girl suggested.

"Okay." Arthur agreed, "Can you tell me what those red parts are? The things I can access here are actually very limited."

Arthur looked around the room in frustration. There was only a small table, a bed and a pot of sunflowers. This was all his property. Sunflowers are very expensive because they grow naturally. According to the principle of photosynthesis, they belong to the earth's plants.

.

Everything made by ih is expensive.

"Red? Is it the red sky like melted petals I told you about last time?"

"Yeah, how do you define them? What do you call them?"

"Red algae." the girl said excitedly.

"Red algae? Okay, let's call it red algae. Maybe it is indeed some kind of plant?"

Arthur imagined what red algae looked like in his mind. At this moment, the red, white and green sky began to change slightly. The red algae grew downward at a slow speed. The originally slender red outline gradually widened, wrapping around the white lake-like lake.

The sky, around it, light green meandering, the picture becomes soft and dreamy.

"Are you still listening?"

Arthur immediately said, "I'm here, I'm here."

"You haven't said yet whether you like the name Dulse Algae?"

"Well, the red algae gave me more imagination. I think my painting is far from showing the scenery you see."

"very nice."

The girl's voice was very gentle and sounded a little tired.

"What about the green parts? What do you call them?"

"Bubbles."

Arthur smiled, "What did you say? Bubbles?"

"Well, the green parts look like moving bubbles, so I call them bubbles."

The scene in front of Arthur's eyes began to change again. The meandering light green bubbles of different sizes emerged one after another like hot water boiling. These bubbles did not push each other, but gently and slowly rose.

He told the girl these pictures in his mind, and the girl responded softly, seeming to be holding back her laughter.

"Are you laughing at me?"

"Yes, I'm laughing at you."

——Did I say something wrong? Or my imagination is too poor and I am completely unable to understand the picture conveyed by the girl.

Frustration sets in.

"I mean, the picture you're imagining is more vivid than what I saw. In my memory, those bubbles are not rising."

"It's not rising?" Arthur frowned.

Although he did not aspire to become a student at an aviation school, he knew the movement patterns of bubbles when water boiled. The teacher in the chemistry class asked the students to do experiments. As long as they did not doze off in that class, everyone knew where the bubbles were going.

Rising.

As long as the gravitational system of the spacecraft does not change, the bubble can only move upward.

“What does that look like if it’s not upward motion?”

Arthur's words were a bit unhappy.

"Well, it's hard for me to tell, they look like they're shaking."

"Trembling?"

"Yes, it's like the trembling mentioned in the poem, like fear, the bubbles of fear."

Those poems, girls like to use poems to describe some things. This is something Arthur is particularly not used to. Arthur's understanding of poetry is limited to poetry.

It was not easy to get a book of poetry on board the Mir.

Arthur didn't like it at first, but gradually, after a month, he got used to it. Maybe this is the girl's language habit.

He understood that hundreds of years ago, humans had different languages. Language was a very important part of human civilization. There was even a theory that the language of a species determined the civilization of the species.

"Fear and trembling?"

Arthur repeated.

"Yeah, that's how bubbles move."

"Okay, then the name of my painting will be 'Red Algae and Bubbles'."

"Well - no, because there is also white. White is not nothing, white is a color."

The girl's tone was slightly serious.

"Okay, what's the white part?"

"It's milk."

“Dulse milk bubbles?”

Arthur also felt embarrassed to give the sky such a name.

But it sounds pretty good, and the name is particularly easy to remember.

Arthur was about to say that he should call her by this name, when the girl seemed to make a sound of crying.

"Are you crying?" Arthur's heart twitched without noticing.

"I, I seem to be trapped. The sky here is full of stones, like a rainbow of stones. It has always been. I don't know, I don't know what is in front of it. I don't know why my sky is

Turned into stone."

silence--

Arthur stood up and walked to the table, looking at the little flowers on the table, feeling indescribably anxious.

"are u there?"

"Hello."

"Hey."
Chapter completed!