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Edward sipped on a glass of cheap soda and whispered, “Black holes are the mysteries of our universe. Everything that enters them never leaves——even light.” He had a collection of hardware items arranged near him so that he could throw them into the Black Hole and watch them disappear. Edward sat at the computer controls for the Black Hole Generator.
“That’s one small step for a man…” Edward intoned and double-clicked on the start icon. There was a loud vibrating noise and a strange glaring effect in the horn. Edward didn’t realize that a simple software mistake had reversed the polarity of his black hold generator. Yes, he could see that the interior of the horn was indeed the deepest, blackest thing that he had ever seen, but within the blackness he could soon make out sparkling points of every color imaginable.
“Stars?” he thought just before he died. Within a few seconds, around a hundred million colorful ballpoint pens shot out of the horn, bounced off the roof and filled up the garage, spearing poor Edward to death. As every lost ballpoint pen in the world poured out of the black hole, the pressure blew the top off the garage and the mountain of pens continued to grow.
Soon every lost sock in the world flew into the air from the trumpet, and covered the mountain of pens. Then a great number of shopping lists fluttered into the air, followed by an emission of lottery tickets, and train, tram, bus and concert tickets. This was followed by every letter, telegram and E-mail that had never arrived.
Edward’s garage then collapsed as millions of metal keys shot out of the horn and rained down---lost front door keys, car keys and locker keys. The overflow continued as sewing needles, cuff links, pencil sharpeners, razors and lost passports, followed by countless of pins.
Can openers, bottle openers and corkscrews were followed by sink plugs and remote controls. As these flooded over the local community, they were covered by clothes pegs, the caps of toothpaste tubes and a flow of overdue library books.
A veritable mountain of lost-receipts needed by the taxman was followed by every lost screw nut from a world of car engines, household appliances and technical instruments.
As the city sagged beneath the weight of all these lost things, millions of credit cards fluttered into the air and rained down.
Edward would have been amazed, except that he was long dead.
Finally, just before the black hole generator disappeared in a puff of smoke, every lost love in the history of the world was expelled into the air and rained down in an overflow of desolation.
“That’s one small step for a man…” Edward intoned and double-clicked on the start icon. There was a loud vibrating noise and a strange glaring effect in the horn. Edward didn’t realize that a simple software mistake had reversed the polarity of his black hold generator. Yes, he could see that the interior of the horn was indeed the deepest, blackest thing that he had ever seen, but within the blackness he could soon make out sparkling points of every color imaginable.
“Stars?” he thought just before he died. Within a few seconds, around a hundred million colorful ballpoint pens shot out of the horn, bounced off the roof and filled up the garage, spearing poor Edward to death. As every lost ballpoint pen in the world poured out of the black hole, the pressure blew the top off the garage and the mountain of pens continued to grow.
Soon every lost sock in the world flew into the air from the trumpet, and covered the mountain of pens. Then a great number of shopping lists fluttered into the air, followed by an emission of lottery tickets, and train, tram, bus and concert tickets. This was followed by every letter, telegram and E-mail that had never arrived.
Edward’s garage then collapsed as millions of metal keys shot out of the horn and rained down---lost front door keys, car keys and locker keys. The overflow continued as sewing needles, cuff links, pencil sharpeners, razors and lost passports, followed by countless of pins.
Can openers, bottle openers and corkscrews were followed by sink plugs and remote controls. As these flooded over the local community, they were covered by clothes pegs, the caps of toothpaste tubes and a flow of overdue library books.
A veritable mountain of lost-receipts needed by the taxman was followed by every lost screw nut from a world of car engines, household appliances and technical instruments.
As the city sagged beneath the weight of all these lost things, millions of credit cards fluttered into the air and rained down.
Edward would have been amazed, except that he was long dead.
Finally, just before the black hole generator disappeared in a puff of smoke, every lost love in the history of the world was expelled into the air and rained down in an overflow of desolation.
故事的主人公叫爱德华，他是个孤独寂寞的男孩，因为爸爸在三年前死于心脏病，所以他生活中唯一爱着，可以沟通的人就没有了，终日活在思念与痛苦中，这种伤和孤寂中夹杂着强烈得恨让他产生了一个疯狂的想法，研造出一个黑洞机器，我要把世上所有的东西都统统吸进去，带着你们一起陨灭。
机器终于造好了，爱德华启动了开关，只是他没有想到，原本计划的黑洞变成了反黑洞，也就是说东西没有吸入反而被放出。那么放出的都是些什么呢，就是世上所有丢曾经失的东西，小到钥匙、缝衣针、铅笔、纽扣、圆珠笔，大到家用电器、汽车、科技仪器等等。只是有一样东西爱德华已经看不到了，因为他早被先前喷射出无数的圆珠笔刺死了：就在他的黑洞机器消失的最后一刻之前，这个世界上每一次被丢失的爱都被释放到空中，这些痛苦的情感像雨一样倾泻而下。
心情就如同站在这丢失的爱雨下，眼看着它们坠落却无力收回。
真的很美。呐
机器终于造好了，爱德华启动了开关，只是他没有想到，原本计划的黑洞变成了反黑洞，也就是说东西没有吸入反而被放出。那么放出的都是些什么呢，就是世上所有丢曾经失的东西，小到钥匙、缝衣针、铅笔、纽扣、圆珠笔，大到家用电器、汽车、科技仪器等等。只是有一样东西爱德华已经看不到了，因为他早被先前喷射出无数的圆珠笔刺死了：就在他的黑洞机器消失的最后一刻之前，这个世界上每一次被丢失的爱都被释放到空中，这些痛苦的情感像雨一样倾泻而下。
心情就如同站在这丢失的爱雨下，眼看着它们坠落却无力收回。
真的很美。呐
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