我们说得全对
去年8月，我做了个小手术，鼻中隔偏曲。大概意思是说，鼻子中间有一块骨头，本来应该直着把鼻孔分成两部分，结果往一个方向拐了，导致两个鼻孔都不太通风，我就常犯鼻炎，惯用嘴呼吸。感恩现代医学，他们把我的那块骨头打烂，切除多余部分，掰直，让我变得更接近基准人类。
不过，我想说的不是鼻炎，而是手术过程中的细节。我被推上手术台，签了关于麻醉的知情同意书；我躺下；我被送入手术室；我感觉打点滴的左手一阵冰凉；大夫把呼吸面罩放到我嘴上，让我呼吸几下；我没了。
我感到前所未有的快乐。
They’d hoped, by now, to have banished sleep forever.
The waste was nothing short of obscene: a third of every Human life spent with its strings cut, insensate, the body burning fuel but not producing. Think of all we could accomplish if we didn’t have to lapse into unconsciousness every fifteen hours or so, if our minds could stay awake and alert from the moment of infancy to that final curtain call a hundred twenty years later. Think of eight billion souls with no off switch and no down time until the very chassis wore out.
Why, we could go to the stars.
我有了。我的屁股从一个平面上被抬起来，掉到了另一个更软的平面上。我嘴上有个面罩，灌进来干燥清爽的气。我听到呼喊，“不要躺下！”“能抬起来就努力抬起来！”“用力呼吸别睡着了！”我竭力按照那声音说的去做，但我不能完全做到。我一时调动起上肢所有的突触，让头往上升起十几厘米，视野变高，又很快下落。我不知在何时进入梦乡，在那里，我做得很好，我起来了，我不是个坏孩子。我又被呼唤。我惊醒，我没做到，我又一次调[……]