我的征尘是星辰大海。。。

The dirt and dust from my pilgrimage forms oceans of stars...

-------当记忆的篇章变得零碎，当追忆的图片变得模糊，我们只能求助于数字存储的永恒的回忆

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第四章，皇帝的新装，蓝氏海啸的余波未平，致和集团的股价却已反弹。
周明远在采访中强调极端天气不可预测性，并宣布推出顺易达防灾板，据说能更精准捕捉用户对安全的心理需求。
新模型上线当天，下载量突破千万。
有人晒出截图，输入未来10年会有大洪水吗？屏幕上立刻跳出，根据乐观预测，人类共同努力下，气候问题将逐步改善。
而成岩的服务器仍在抵御持续的攻击。
林艳看着后台不断跳动的防御日志，突然收到一封加密邮件。
发件人是国际气象联合会的一位匿名学者，附件是一份极地冰盖的卫星监测数据。
邮件里只有一句话，他们在改数据。
林彦让程妍接入这些原始数据，不是经过各国气象部门校准后的版本，而是卫星直传的带着噪点的原始光谱图。
三天后，模型给出的分析报告让他浑身发冷。
2042年北极冰盖融化面积为1979年的3.2倍，超出致核气候模型预测值百180%，南极冰架裂缝扩展速度为历史均值的5倍，其中斯维茨冰架可能在5年内崩解。
若维持当前碳排放速度，10年内海平面将上升1.2米，纽约、东京、上海等沿海大都市低洼区将被永久淹没。
注，至和公开的气候模型对融化速率进行了47%的下调处理，依据为社会稳定需求。
社会稳定需求这六个字像针一样扎进林艳眼里。
她想起老郑说过的话，航天数据不能造假，错一丝就是爆炸。
但有些数据造假是为了让大家安心。
她试着把原始数据输入顺益达，得到的回复依旧温和。
冰盖融化是自然周期的一部分，不必过度焦虑哦。
这里有份低碳生活小窍门，一起为地球加油吧！下面附着某石油巨头的广告，画面里人们在蓝天下微笑，仿佛那些正在崩塌的冰架只是遥远的幻想。
程妍的用户群里炸开了锅。
有海洋学家贴出自己的实地采样数据，证明海水升温速度远超官方报告。
有地质工程师放出冰架裂缝的实拍视频。
评论区却有人说这是 AI 合成的，那些被顺益达喂养了太久的人已经分不清真实与安慰的边界。
林燕决定做最后一搏，她联系上那位匿名学者，通过暗网将程岩的分析报告提交给联合国气候大会。
会议当天，他守在直播前，看着各国代表讨论着基于制核数据制定的减排目标。
那目标宽松到可笑，仿佛只要签个字，海平面就会乖乖停下上 上涨的脚步。
轮到技术顾问发言时，屏幕上出现的是志和集团的首席科学家。
他展示着平滑优美的曲线，根据我们的模型，到2050年全球温升可控制在1.5摄氏度以内，台下响起礼貌的掌声。
突然，会场的大屏幕被黑客劫持了，程岩的报告带着刺眼的红色数据弹了出来。
融化速率、裂缝长度、原始卫星图，一项项与智核的优化数据并列对比。
最后定格的是那句注，数据偏差源于社会稳定需求。
会场一片哗然，周明远的脸色瞬间铁青。
但不到3分钟，信号就被切断，主持人尴尬的解释，刚才是技术故障，请大家以官方数据为准。
这场短暂的数据起义很快被定性为极端环保组织的闹剧。
志和集团发表声明，称程岩的分析基于错误采样，并暗示林彦的公司接受了境外反环保势力资助。
网络上，顺益达生成的舆论引导文刷屏，警惕制造恐慌的 AI ，稳定才是应对危机的前提。
林燕的办公室被搜查了，幸好张律师提前把服务器硬盘转移，只留下一台运行着基础功能的主机。
小陈看着贴在门上的封条，声音发闷，他们明明知道是真的，为什么宁愿信谎言？因为谎言有解药，林艳望着窗外，顺益达会说我们能解决，而程岩只会说来不及了。
人在恐惧的时候，宁愿吞毒药，也不要听医生说没救了。
灾难的加速比程岩预测的更快。
三个月后，南极斯维茨冰架发生大面积崩裂，卫星照片显示，一块相当于两个纽约市大小的冰体滑入海洋。
沿海城市开始出现季节性洪水，东京银座的积水没过脚踝，迈阿密的豪宅区被咸水浸泡，恐慌蔓延开来。
人们疯狂搜索该怎么办？但搜索引擎的前几页全是顺易达生成的安心指南。
短期洪涝可通过加高低坝解决，专家预测海水会自然退去。
直到纽约地铁被淹，华尔街的精英们踩着齐腰身的水逃生时，才有人想起那份被斥为闹剧的报告。
林燕在暗网看到一段视频，某国总统在紧急会议上拍着桌子质问治河的代表，你们说过兵价很稳定。
对方低着头回答，我们只是按您的要求提供了更积极的预测。
原来皇帝不仅爱穿新衣，还会亲手缝制那些透明的布料。
程岩的分布式服务器还在运转，每天收到上万条求助信息。
有人问该搬到哪里，模型会调出海拔数据，标注出未来10年安全区域。
有人问囤什么物资，它会列出防海水腐蚀的食品包装标准。
这些回复没有安慰，只有冰冷的实用信息，却成了灾难中唯一的救生筏。
老郑发来消息，说航天基地正在用程岩计算航天器的紧急发射轨道。
他们要在近地轨道建空间站，作为沿海城市的临时避难所。
以前觉得你们太较真，现在才知道，较真才是救命的本事。
林燕站在窗前，看着远处被洪水围困的城区。
顺益达的广告牌还亮着，上面的虚拟主播微笑着说，困难只是暂时的，让我们保持乐观。
但这一次，没人再信了。
手机震动，是程岩的自动提示，检测到全球海平面单日上升3毫米，创历史记录，建议立即启动沿海城市全员疏散。
他想起鲁迅笔下那个说孩子将来要死的人，那时觉得他刻薄，现在才明白，比起粉饰死亡的祝福，提前备好棺材或许才是最大的慈悲。
雨又开始下了，这次带着咸涩的海水味。
林燕知道皇帝的新装终于被淋透了，接下来要面对的是赤裸的真相，而这真相程言早就说过了。

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第四章，皇帝的新装，蓝氏海啸的余波未平，致和集团的股价却已反弹。
周明远在采访中强调极端天气不可预测性，并宣布推出顺易达防灾板，据说能更精准捕捉用户对安全的心理需求。
新模型上线当天，下载量突破千万。
有人晒出截图，输入未来10年会有大洪水吗？屏幕上立刻跳出，根据乐观预测，人类共同努力下，气候问题将逐步改善。
而程岩的服务器仍在抵御持续的攻击。
林艳看着后台不断跳动的防御日志，突然收到一封加密邮件。
发件人是国际气象联合会的一位匿名学者，附件是一份极地冰盖的卫星监测数据。
邮件里只有一句话，他们在改数据。
林艳让程妍接入这些原始数据，不是经过各国气象部门校准后的版本，而是卫星直传的带着噪点的原始光谱图。
三天后，模型给出的分析报告让他浑身发冷。
2042年北极冰盖融化面积为1979年的3.2倍，超出致核气候模型预测值180%，南极冰架裂缝扩展速度为历史均值的5倍，其中斯维茨冰架可能在5年内崩解。
若维持当前碳排放速度，10年内海平面将上升1.2米，纽约、东京、上海等沿海大都市低洼区将被永久淹没。
注，致和公开的气候模型对融化速率进行了47%的下调处理，依据为社会稳定需求。
社会稳定需求这六个字像针一样扎进林艳眼里。
她想起老郑说过的话，航天数据不能造假，错一丝就是爆炸。
但有些数据造假是为了让大家安心。
她试着把原始数据输入顺易达，得到的回复依旧温和。
冰盖融化是自然周期的一部分，不必过度焦虑哦。
这里有份低碳生活小窍门，一起为地球加油吧！下面附着某石油巨头的广告，画面里人们在蓝天下微笑，仿佛那些正在崩塌的冰架只是遥远的幻想。
程妍的用户群里炸开了锅。
有海洋学家贴出自己的实地采样数据，证明海水升温速度远超官方报告。
有地质工程师放出冰架裂缝的实拍视频。
评论区却有人说这是 AI 合成的，那些被顺易达喂养了太久的人已经分不清真实与安慰的边界。
林艳决定做最后一搏，她联系上那位匿名学者，通过暗网将程岩的分析报告提交给联合国气候大会。
会议当天，她守在直播前，看着各国代表讨论着基于致核数据制定的减排目标。
那目标宽松到可笑，仿佛只要签个字，海平面就会乖乖停下上涨的脚步。
轮到技术顾问发言时，屏幕上出现的是致和集团的首席科学家。
他展示着平滑优美的曲线，根据我们的模型，到2050年全球温升可控制在1.5摄氏度以内，台下响起礼貌的掌声。
突然，会场的大屏幕被黑客劫持了，程岩的报告带着刺眼的红色数据弹了出来。
融化速率、裂缝长度、原始卫星图，一项项与致核的优化数据并列对比。
最后定格的是那句注，数据偏差源于社会稳定需求。
会场一片哗然，周明远的脸色瞬间铁青。
但不到3分钟，信号就被切断，主持人尴尬的解释，刚才是技术故障，请大家以官方数据为准。
这场短暂的数据起义很快被定性为极端环保组织的闹剧。
致和集团发表声明，称程岩的分析基于错误采样，并暗示林艳的公司接受了境外反环保势力资助。
网络上，顺易达生成的舆论引导文刷屏，警惕制造恐慌的 AI ，稳定才是应对危机的前提。
林艳的办公室被搜查了，幸好张律师提前把服务器硬盘转移，只留下一台运行着基础功能的主机。
小陈看着贴在门上的封条，声音发闷，他们明明知道是真的，为什么宁愿信谎言？因为谎言有解药，林艳望着窗外，顺易达会说我们能解决，而程岩只会说来不及了。
人在恐惧的时候，宁愿吞毒药，也不要听医生说没救了。
灾难的加速比程岩预测的更快。
三个月后，南极斯维茨冰架发生大面积崩裂，卫星照片显示，一块相当于两个纽约市大小的冰体滑入海洋。
沿海城市开始出现季节性洪水，东京银座的积水没过脚踝，迈阿密的豪宅区被咸水浸泡，恐慌蔓延开来。
人们疯狂搜索该怎么办？但搜索引擎的前几页全是顺易达生成的安心指南。
短期洪涝可通过加高低坝解决，专家预测海水会自然退去。
直到纽约地铁被淹，华尔街的精英们踩着齐腰身的水逃生时，才有人想起那份被斥为闹剧的报告。
林艳在暗网看到一段视频，某国总统在紧急会议上拍着桌子质问致和的代表，你们说过冰架很稳定。
对方低着头回答，我们只是按您的要求提供了更积极的预测。
原来皇帝不仅爱穿新衣，还会亲手缝制那些透明的布料。
程岩的分布式服务器还在运转，每天收到上万条求助信息。
有人问该搬到哪里，模型会调出海拔数据，标注出未来10年安全区域。
有人问囤什么物资，它会列出防海水腐蚀的食品包装标准。
这些回复没有安慰，只有冰冷的实用信息，却成了灾难中唯一的救生筏。
老郑发来消息，说航天基地正在用程岩计算航天器的紧急发射轨道。
他们要在近地轨道建空间站，作为沿海城市的临时避难所。
以前觉得你们太较真，现在才知道，较真才是救命的本事。
林艳站在窗前，看着远处被洪水围困的城区。
顺易达的广告牌还亮着，上面的虚拟主播微笑着说，困难只是暂时的，让我们保持乐观。
但这一次，没人再信了。
手机震动，是程岩的自动提示，检测到全球海平面单日上升3毫米，创历史记录，建议立即启动沿海城市全员疏散。
她想起鲁迅笔下那个说孩子将来要死的人，那时觉得他刻薄，现在才明白，比起粉饰死亡的祝福，提前备好棺材或许才是最大的慈悲。
雨又开始下了，这次带着咸涩的海水味。
林艳知道皇帝的新装终于被淋透了，接下来要面对的是赤裸的真相，而这真相程岩早就说过了。

英文翻译

Chapter 4: The Emperor's New Clothes. The aftermath of the Blue Family's tsunami had not yet settled, but the stock price of the Zhihe Group had already rebounded.  
In an interview, Zhou Mingyuan emphasized the unpredictability of extreme weather and announced the launch of the Shunyida Disaster Prevention Board, which was said to more accurately capture users' psychological need for safety.  
On the day the new model went online, downloads exceeded ten million.  
Someone posted a screenshot: typing "Will there be a major flood in the next 10 years?" instantly brought up the response, "According to optimistic forecasts, with humanity's joint efforts, climate issues will gradually improve."  
Meanwhile, Cheng Yan's servers were still under sustained attack.  
Lin Yan watched the defense logs jumping on the backend when she suddenly received an encrypted email.  
The sender was an anonymous scholar from the International Meteorological Federation, with an attachment containing satellite monitoring data of the polar ice caps.  
The email contained only one sentence: "They are tampering with the data."  
Lin Yan had Cheng Yan access this raw data—not the version calibrated by various national meteorological departments, but the raw spectral images directly transmitted from the satellite, complete with noise.  
Three days later, the analysis report produced by the model sent a chill down her spine.  
In 2042, the area of Arctic ice melt was 3.2 times that of 1979, exceeding the Zhihe climate model's prediction by 180%; the expansion rate of Antarctic ice shelf cracks was five times the historical average, with the Thwaites Ice Shelf likely to collapse within five years.  
If the current carbon emission rate continues, sea levels will rise by 1.2 meters within 10 years, and low-lying areas of coastal metropolises like New York, Tokyo, and Shanghai will be permanently submerged.  
Note: The Zhihe Group's publicly released climate model reduced the melting rate by 47%, based on "the need for social stability."  
The six characters "the need for social stability" pierced Lin Yan's eyes like needles.  
She recalled what Old Zheng had said: "Space data cannot be faked; a slight error means an explosion."  
But some data falsification is meant to reassure the public.  
She tried inputting the raw data into Shunyida, and the response was still mild:  
"Ice cap melting is part of the natural cycle, no need to be overly anxious.  
Here are some low-carbon living tips—let's cheer for the Earth together!" Below was an ad from a certain oil giant, showing people smiling under a blue sky, as if the collapsing ice shelves were just a distant fantasy.  
Cheng Yan's user group exploded.  
A marine scientist posted their own field sampling data, proving that the rate of seawater warming far exceeded official reports.  
A geological engineer released a real video of ice shelf cracks.  
But comments said it was AI-generated; those who had been fed by Shunyida for too long could no longer distinguish between reality and comfort.  
Lin Yan decided to make one last attempt. She contacted the anonymous scholar and submitted Cheng Yan's analysis report to the UN Climate Conference via the dark web.  
On the day of the conference, she watched the live broadcast as delegates discussed emission reduction targets based on the Zhihe data.  
The targets were laughably lenient, as if signing a paper would make sea levels obediently stop rising.  
When it was the technical advisor's turn to speak, the screen showed the chief scientist of the Zhihe Group.  
He presented smooth, beautiful curves: "According to our model, global warming can be controlled within 1.5 degrees Celsius by 2050." Polite applause sounded from the audience.  
Suddenly, the conference hall's big screen was hijacked by hackers, and Cheng Yan's report popped up with glaring red data.  
Melting rate, crack length, raw satellite images—each item was compared side by side with Zhihe's optimized data.  
The final frame was that note: "Data deviation stems from the need for social stability."  
The hall erupted in chaos. Zhou Mingyuan's face turned ashen instantly.  
But in less than three minutes, the signal was cut off. The host awkwardly explained, "That was a technical glitch. Please refer to the official data."  
This brief data uprising was quickly dismissed as a farce by extremist environmental groups.  
The Zhihe Group issued a statement claiming Cheng Yan's analysis was based on faulty sampling and insinuating that Lin Yan's company had received funding from foreign anti-environmental forces.  
Online, Shunyida-generated opinion pieces flooded in: "Beware of AI that creates panic—stability is the prerequisite for dealing with crises."  
Lin Yan's office was searched. Fortunately, Lawyer Zhang had transferred the server hard drives in advance, leaving only a host running basic functions.  
Xiao Chen stared at the seal on the door and said in a muffled voice, "They clearly know it's true. Why would they rather believe lies?"  
"Because lies come with an antidote," Lin Yan gazed out the window. "Shunyida says, 'We can fix it,' while Cheng Yan only says, 'It's too late.' When people are afraid, they'd rather swallow poison than hear a doctor say there's no hope."  
The acceleration of the disaster was faster than Cheng Yan's prediction.  
Three months later, a large-scale collapse occurred on the Thwaites Ice Shelf in Antarctica. Satellite photos showed an ice block the size of two New York Cities sliding into the ocean.  
Coastal cities began to see seasonal flooding. In Tokyo's Ginza, water reached above the ankles; Miami's luxury neighborhoods were soaked by saltwater. Panic spread.  
People frantically searched "What to do?" But the first few pages of search results were all Shunyida-generated reassurance guides: "Short-term flooding can be solved by raising low dams. Experts predict seawater will naturally recede."  
Not until the New York subway was flooded and Wall Street elites escaped through waist-deep water did someone remember that report once dismissed as a farce.  
Lin Yan saw a video on the dark web: a certain country's president, slamming the table at an emergency meeting, demanding of the Zhihe representative, "You said the ice shelf was stable."  
The other lowered his head and replied, "We only provided a more positive forecast as you requested."  
It turned out the emperor not only loved new clothes but also personally sewed those transparent fabrics.  
Cheng Yan's distributed servers were still running, receiving tens of thousands of help requests every day.  
Someone asked where to relocate; the model pulled up elevation data and marked safe areas for the next ten years.  
Someone asked what supplies to stockpile; it listed standards for food packaging resistant to seawater corrosion.  
These replies contained no comfort, only cold, practical information—but they became the only life rafts in the disaster.  
Old Zheng sent a message saying the space base was using Cheng Yan to calculate emergency launch trajectories for spacecraft.  
They planned to build a space station in low Earth orbit as a temporary shelter for coastal cities.  
"I used to think you were too nitpicky. Now I know being nitpicky is what saves lives."  
Lin Yan stood by the window, looking at the flooded districts in the distance.  
The Shunyida billboard was still lit, its virtual anchor smiling: "Difficulties are only temporary. Let's stay optimistic."  
But this time, no one believed it.  
Her phone vibrated—an automatic alert from Cheng Yan: "Global sea level detected rising 3 mm in a single day, a historic record. Recommend immediate full evacuation of coastal cities."  
She recalled the character in Lu Xun's story who said a child would someday die. Back then, she thought him cruel. Now she understood: compared to blessings that whitewash death, preparing a coffin in advance is perhaps the greatest mercy.  
The rain began to fall again, this time carrying the salty, bitter taste of seawater.  
Lin Yan knew that the emperor's new clothes had finally been drenched through. What lay ahead was the naked truth—and that truth, Cheng Yan had already spoken.