梦：望远镜

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故事发生在十分遥远的未来赛博朋克样式的社会。

在这个社会里，人们的生活已经习以为常地被信息所充斥。信息就如同空气和水源一样，成为了人类生理层面生存的又一个必要的资源维度。

在这样的社会里，“真实”的生活已经成了一种奢侈品。哪怕是丑陋的，邋遢的真实生活，都会被人趋之若鹜，想要找机会一窥。

在从前的社会，要是家里藏了枪支弹药毒品，那可是违背了世俗法律，是天大的事情。然而在未来的社会，人们对枪支弹药毒品所带来的暴力和快感已经能从虚拟世界获得。人们早已不对这些玩意儿再感到吃惊。

未来，因为日益发达的信息，对数据的隐私保护也水涨船高。比枪支弹药黄赌毒更严重的罪行是对别人的真实生活进行窥探的行为。

要是一个人的家里藏了一把望远镜，才是未来社会里非常严重的事件。如果发现有人在对别人的生活用望远镜进行窥视，不必迟疑，马上报警！

而住在我楼上的A先生就是这样的一个偷窥爱好者。

对于这个行为，他有理有据，他说他是致敬希区柯克的电影“后窗”。 每天傍晚，他都会熄灭房间的灯光，拉上窗帘，漏出一个缝隙。他就会神秘地从保险柜里拿出他的望远镜，偷过窗帘的缝隙，观察对面高楼里的人们的生活。

先生A的偷窥也是非常有计划的。他把对面的高楼比做一个矩阵。每一个星期，他都要对矩阵的一个点进行观察，并撰写详细的观察调研报告。

他说他在偷偷地进行人类观察活动，这是一门难得的科学。

这一天晚上，A先生惯常开始了他的观察活动。今天他要开始对矩阵的一个新点进行观察。他按耐着自己的好奇心。

住在这户的是什么样的人家？

而他们的一周，又会展开怎样的生活？

怀着无数的好奇和兴奋，他举起了望远镜。

然而，就在他对焦成功的那一个瞬间，他对他看到的一切产生了刹那间的疑惑——

“对面的是一面镜子吗？！” A先生咕哝道，定了定神。

在对面的那扇窗户，竟然也是一个男人，在没有灯光的房间，透过窗帘的缝隙，举着望远镜。

“糟了！“ A先生这才缓过神来！ ”对面的人竟然也在偷窥我！“ A先生心里一片恐慌。

怎么办怎么办怎么办！

就像远古时代两个牛仔火枪手在进行进行决斗。两个人面对面，用枪指着对方，一声令下就要同时按动扳机，不是你先倒下，就是我先倒下！

”糟了糟了糟了！大事不好！“ A先生大声喘着粗气，慌忙之中，他掏出了自己的手机，拨通了警察的电话。

然而可惜的是，在这场火枪手的对决中，A先生还是慢了一拍。在他拨通警察热线的那一刻，没想到早已被对方抢先，警察已经通过全息投影，来到了A先生的背后。

”我宣布，您已经以偷窥罪被逮捕！“ 警察的全息投影发出了冰冷的声音。

没错，你已经注意到，在未来的社会，一切都成了自助服务。就连警察的抓捕也是。嫌疑犯接下来需要在警察的全息投影前履行自助被捕流程。

A先生身上会发生什么事情呢？ 他会被判什么样的刑法？

对了，在未来的社会，对于肉体的刑罚和对自由的限制已经早已过时。取而代之的是精神上的折磨。例如，犯人会被判处十年刑罚，每天都会被迫吃喝一些对身体无害但是会造成精神折磨的饭菜饮品。当然，服刑也是全套自助。

一个月后的一天。A先生依旧如平常，下班后回家。 在楼下他打开了信箱。信箱里躺着一个法院发来的包裹。

”这一天终于到了“ A先生绝望地想。

回家浏览包裹里的自助服刑须知。

A先生被判处五年蜱虫汤刑罚。在五年内，每天法院都会寄给他一个包裹。里面是蜱虫汤汤料。A先生需要每天都履行喝蜱虫汤的刑罚。

煮好一碗蜱虫汤。 看着碗里的玩意儿，A先生大脑一片空白。霎那间出了一身冷汗，刚换的Tshirt也湿了。

要鼓起多大的勇气才能喝下它？

接下来的五年，每天都得面对这样的精神折磨！

A先生捧起了他的汤碗。 他觉得他是一个多么倒霉的人啊。

然而他不知道的是，他窗子方圆500米，今晚竟然没有一间房间有亮灯。

奇怪了，是大家都不在家吗？

也许，所有人都早已从保险箱里拿出了他们的宝贝望远镜，兴奋地在等待这一刻… …

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The story takes place in a far future, in a cyberpunk-style society.

In this society, people’s lives have long been flooded with information. Information has become as essential to human survival as air and water, a vital resource dimension for human existence.

In such a society, “real” life has become a luxury. Even the ugly, messy aspects of real life are coveted, with people eager to find an opportunity to catch a glimpse of it.

In the past, hiding guns, ammunition, and drugs in the home was a serious crime, a violation of secular law. However, in the future, people can acquire the violence and pleasure associated with weapons and drugs from the virtual world. These things no longer surprise anyone.

In the future, as information becomes more advanced, data privacy protection has reached unprecedented levels. More serious than the crimes of guns, drugs, and gambling, is the crime of spying on someone else’s real life.

If someone owns a telescope in their home, that is a very serious matter in the future society. If it’s discovered that someone is using a telescope to spy on the lives of others, there’s no need for hesitation—call the police immediately!

Mr. A, who lives on the floor above me, is such a voyeur.

He justifies his behavior with logic, claiming that he’s paying homage to Hitchcock’s movie Rear Window. Every evening, he turns off the lights in his room, closes the curtains, leaving a small gap. He mysteriously takes his telescope out of his safe and peers through the crack in the curtains to observe the lives of the people in the building across from him.

Mr. A’s voyeurism is also highly organized. He treats the building across from him like a matrix. Each week, he observes a different point on the matrix and writes a detailed research report.

He claims he’s secretly conducting a human observation study, a rare science.

One night, Mr. A begins his usual observation activity. Tonight, he plans to observe a new point on the matrix. He suppresses his curiosity.

What kind of people live in that apartment?

And what kind of life will they unfold over the course of a week?

Filled with curiosity and excitement, he raises his telescope.

However, just as he successfully focuses, a sudden doubt arises in his mind—

“Is that a mirror across the way?!” Mr. A mumbled, steadying himself.

In the opposite window, there is another man, in a dark room, holding a telescope through the gap in his curtains.

“Oh no!” Mr. A quickly snapped out of his daze. “The person across from me is spying on me!”

Mr. A’s mind was filled with panic.

What should he do? What should he do?

It was like a showdown between two cowboys in ancient times. Two men facing each other, pointing their guns, ready to pull the trigger at the same time. One of them would fall first—either me or him!

“Oh no, oh no! This is bad!” Mr. A gasped, his voice trembling. In his panic, he grabbed his phone and dialed the police hotline.

But alas, Mr. A was too slow in this gunfight. Just as he dialed, the police had already beaten him to it. The officer’s holographic projection appeared behind Mr. A.

“I announce that you are under arrest for the crime of voyeurism!” The officer’s cold voice echoed from the hologram.

Yes, as you may have noticed, in this future society, everything is self-service. Even arrests are done this way. The suspect must go through the self-service arrest procedure in front of the police’s holographic projection.

What will happen to Mr. A? What kind of punishment will he receive?

Ah, in the future society, physical punishments and restrictions on freedom are long outdated. Instead, there are mental tortures. For example, a prisoner may be sentenced to ten years of punishment, during which they must eat and drink foods and beverages that are harmless to the body but cause mental torment. Of course, even serving the sentence is self-service.

One month later, Mr. A comes home after work, as usual. He opens his mailbox downstairs. Inside, he finds a package from the court.

“This day has finally come,” Mr. A thought in despair.

At home, he opens the self-service sentencing instructions in the package.

Mr. A has been sentenced to five years of tick soup punishment. For the next five years, he will receive a package every day from the court, containing ingredients for the tick soup. Mr. A must drink the soup every day as part of his punishment.

He prepares a bowl of tick soup. Staring at the contents of the bowl, Mr. A’s mind goes blank. In an instant, he breaks into a cold sweat, and the fresh T-shirt he’s just put on is soaked.

How much courage must it take to drink it?

For the next five years, he will face this mental torment every day!

Mr. A lifts the bowl of soup. How unlucky he feels!

What he doesn’t know is that, within a 500-meter radius of his window, no room in sight is lit tonight.

How strange—are they all out?

Perhaps everyone has already taken their precious telescopes out of their safes and are eagerly waiting for this moment…