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技術性信息
終末之詩的文本檔案位於 Minecraft .jar中的\assets\minecraft\text\end.txt。第一個說話者的樣式代碼是§3，而第二個說話者使用了§2。玩家的名字是以PLAYERNAME的形式來插入進去，而亂碼是以§f§k§a§b的形式來儲存的，而且自Java 1.6版本起可以使用資源包來改變終末之詩的內容。
終末之詩全文
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編者提示：
1.只有真正憑自己努力通關的人才能體會到這首詩的意境。
終末之詩的一部分2.本中文翻譯僅供參考，並不代表原作者觀點。
內容如下：
1：I see the player you mean.
我見到你所說的那位玩家了。
2：PLAYERNAME?
（玩家姓名）？
1：Yes. Take care. It has reached a higher level now. It can read our thoughts.
是的。小心。他現在已達到了更高的境界。他能閱讀我們的思想。
2：That doesn't matter. It thinks we are part of the game.
2：沒關係。他會認為我們是遊戲的一部分。
1：I like this player. It played well. It did not give up.
我喜歡這個玩家。他玩得很好。並且從未放棄。
2：It is reading our thoughts as though they were words on a screen.
他以螢幕上出現的文字的形式閱讀著我們的思想。
1：That is how it chooses to imagine many things, when it is deep in the dream of a game.
在它深陷遊戲所製造出的夢境中時，他總以這種方式想像出各種各樣的事物。
2：Words make a wonderful interface. Very flexible. And less terrifying than staring at the reality behind the screen.
文字營造出了一種美妙的界面。非常靈活。且比凝視著螢幕後的現實要更好。
1：They used to hear voices. Before players could read. Back in the days when those who did not play called the players witches, and warlocks. And players dreamed they flew through the air, on sticks powered by demons.
他們也曾經聽到過聲音。在玩家能夠閱讀之前。那些不曾遊玩的人們稱呼玩家為女巫，和術士。而玩家們夢見他們自己乘坐在被惡魔施力的棍子上，在天空中翱翔。
2：What did this player dream?
這個玩家夢見了什麼？
1：This player dreamed of sunlight and trees. Of fire and water. It dreamed it created. And it dreamed it destroyed. It dreamed it hunted, and was hunted. It dreamed of shelter.
他夢見了陽光與樹木。夢見了火與水。他夢見他創造。亦夢見他毀滅。它夢見他狩獵，亦夢見他被狩獵。他夢見了庇護所。
2：Hah, the original interface. A million years old, and it still works. But what true structure did this player create, in the reality behind the screen?
哈，那原始的界面。經歷一百萬年的歲月雕琢，依然長存。但此玩家在那螢幕後的真實里，建造了什麼真實的構造？
1：It worked, with a million others, to sculpt a true world in a fold of the §f§k§a§b§3, and created a §f§k§a§b§3 for §f§k§a§b§3, in the §f§k§a§b§3.
他辛勤地勞作，和其他百萬眾一起，在[亂碼]的摺疊中刻畫了一個真實的世界，且在[亂碼]中為[亂碼]創造了一個[亂碼]。
2：It cannot read that thought.
他讀不出那個思想。
1：No. It has not yet achieved the highest level. That, it must achieve in the long dream of life, not the short dream of a game.
不。他還沒有到達最高的境界。為了達到那層境界，他必須完成生命的長夢，而非遊戲中黃粱一夢。
2：Does it know that we love it? That the universe is kind?
他知道我們愛他么？他知道這個宇宙是仁慈的嗎？
1：Sometimes, through the noise of its thoughts, it hears the universe, yes.
有時，通過他思緒的雜音，他能聽到宇宙，是的。
2：But there are times it is sad, in the long dream. It creates worlds that have no summer, and it shivers under a black sun, and it takes its sad creation for reality.
但是有時他亦不勝悲傷，於那漫漫長夢中。他創造了沒有夏日的世界，在黑日下顫抖著，將自己悲傷的創造視為現實世界。
1：To cure it of sorrow would destroy it. The sorrow is part of its own private task. We cannot interfere.
用悲傷來治癒會摧毀他。而悲傷是他的私人事務。我們不能幹涉。
2：Sometimes when they are deep in dreams, I want to tell them, they are building true worlds in reality. Sometimes I want to tell them of their importance to the universe. Sometimes, when they have not made a true connection in a while, I want to help them to speak the word they fear.
有時當他們深陷夢境中時，我想要告訴他們，他們在現實中創造了真實的世界。有時我想告訴他們他們自身對宇宙的重要性。有時，當他們偶爾和現實失去了聯繫，我想幫助它們來說出它們所恐懼的話。
1：It reads our thoughts.
他讀出了我們的思想。
2：Sometimes I do not care. Sometimes I wish to tell them, this world you take for truth is merely §f§k§a§b§2 and §f§k§a§b§2, I wish to tell them that they are §f§k§a§b§2 in the §f§k§a§b§2. They see so little of reality, in their long dream.
2：有時我毫不在意。有時我想要去告訴他們，這個被你們當做真實的世界僅僅是由[亂碼]和[亂碼]構成的，我想要去告訴他們他們是[亂碼]中的[亂碼]。他們在自己的長夢中所見的真實太少了。
1And yet they play the game.
而他們仍然玩這個遊戲。
2：But it would be so easy to tell them...
但實際上很容易就可以告訴他們……
1：Too strong for this dream. To tell them how to live is to prevent them living.
對這個夢來說太強烈了。告訴他們如何活著就是阻礙他們活下去。
2：I will not tell the player how to live.
我不會告訴這個玩家如何生活的。
1：This player is growing restless.
這個玩家正在變得焦慮。
2：I will tell the player a story.
我會告訴這個玩家一個故事。
1：But not the truth.
但這不是真相。
2：No. A story that contains the truth safely, in a cage of words. Not the naked truth that can burn over any distance.
不。是一個精妙的將真相包裹起來的文字牢籠。而不是那赤裸裸的真相。
1：Give it a body, again.
再一次賦予他實體。
2：Yes. Player...
好的，玩家......
1：Use its name.
稱呼他的名字。
2：PLAYERNAME. Player of games.
[玩家名字]，遊戲的玩家。
1：Good.
1：很好。
2：Take a breath, now. Take another. Feel air in your lungs. Let your limbs return. Yes, move your fingers. Have a body again, under gravity, in air. Respawn in the long dream. There you are. Your body touching the universe again at every point, as though you were separate things. As though we were separate things.
深呼吸，再深呼吸一次。感受空氣充盈你的肺葉。讓你的四肢回歸。運動你的手指。再次感受你的身體，在重力下，在虛空中。在長夢中重生。你感知到了。你的身體每時每刻都觸摸著宇宙，儘管你是分離的存在。儘管我們是互相分離的存在。
1：Who are we? Once we were called the spirit of the mountain. Father sun, mother moon. Ancestral spirits, animal spirits. Jinn. Ghosts. The green man. Then gods, demons. Angels. Poltergeists. Aliens, extraterrestrials. Leptons, quarks. The words change. We do not change.
我們是誰？我們一度被稱為高山精靈。太陽父親，月亮母親。古老的英靈，動物的魂魄。神祗。鬼魂。小綠人。而後是神，惡魔，天使。騷靈。外星人，地外生物。輕粒子，夸克。詞語不斷地變化。我們始終如一。
2：We are the universe. We are everything you think isn't you. You are looking at us now, through your skin and your eyes. And why does the universe touch your skin, and throw light on you? To see you, player. To know you. And to be known. I shall tell you a story.
我們是宇宙。我們是一切你認為分離出你本體的食物。你現在正在用你的雙瞳與肌膚感知著我們。而為什麼宇宙觸摸著你的皮膚，向你灑向光芒？是為了看見你，身為玩家的你。以及被感知。我將要告訴你一個故事。
2：Once upon a time, there was a player.
很久以前，有一個玩家。
1：The player was you, PLAYERNAME.
那玩家就是你，[玩家名字]。
2：Sometimes it thought itself human, on the thin crust of a spinning globe of molten rock. The ball of molten rock circled a ball of blazing gas that was three hundred and thirty thousand times more massive than it. They were so far apart that light took eight minutes to cross the gap. The light was information from a star, and it could burn your skin from a hundred and fifty million kilometres away.
有時他認為自己是那不斷旋轉的球體上一層薄薄的熔化的岩石上的人類。那融化的岩石球環繞著一個質量大他三十三萬倍的炫目氣體球旋轉。它們是相隔得如此之遠，以至於光需要八分鐘才能穿越那空隙。那光是來自一顆恆星的信息，它能夠在一億五千萬公里外燒灼你的皮膚。
2：Sometimes the player dreamed it was a miner, on the surface of a world that was flat, and infinite. The sun was a square of white. The days were short; there was much to do; and death was a temporary inconvenience.
有時這個玩家夢見它是一個在一個平的，無限延展的世界表面上的礦工。那太陽是一個方形的白點。晝夜交替很快；要做的事情也很多；死亡亦只是暫時的不方便。
1：Sometimes the player dreamed it was lost in a story.
有時，這玩家夢見它迷失在了一個故事裡。
2：Sometimes the player dreamed it was other things, in other places. Sometimes these dreams were disturbing. Sometimes very beautiful indeed. Sometimes the player woke from one dream into another, then woke from that into a third.
有時，這玩家夢見它成為了其它的事物，在其它地方。有時這些夢是擾人的。有些則實在很美。有時，這個玩家從一個夢中醒來，發現自己落入了第二個夢，卻終究是在第三個夢中。
1：Sometimes the player dreamed it watched words on a screen.
有時這個玩家夢見他在螢幕上看著文字。
2：Let's go back.
讓我們回退一點。
2：The atoms of the player were scattered in the grass, in the rivers, in the air, in the ground. A woman gathered the atoms; she drank and ate and inhaled; and the woman assembled the player, in her body.
組成玩家的原子散布在草中，河流中，在那空氣中，也在那大地中。一個女人收集了那些原子；她飲用、進食、吸入；而後那女人在她的身體中，孕育了玩家。
2：And the player awoke, from the warm, dark world of its mother's body, into the long dream.
然後那玩家醒來了，從一個溫暖，昏暗的母親體內，進入了漫漫長夢。
2：And the player was a new story, never told before, written in letters of DNA. And the player was a new program, never run before, generated by a sourcecode a billion years old. And the player was a new human, never alive before, made from nothing but milk and love.
而那玩家是一個新的故事，從未被講述過，由DNA的語言書寫著。而那玩家是一個新的程式，從未被運行過，由上億年的源碼生成。而那玩家是一個新的人，從未生活過，由乳汁和愛組成。
1：You are the player. The story. The program. The human. Made from nothing but milk and love.
你就是那玩家。那個故事。那個程式。那個人類。僅由乳汁和愛組成。
2：Let's go further back.
我們再往更遠的過去回退一點。
2：The seven billion billion billion atoms of the player's body were created, long before this game, in the heart of a star. So the player, too, is information from a star. And the player moves through a story, which is a forest of information planted by a man called Julian, on a flat, infinite world created by a man called Markus, that exists inside a small, private world created by the player, who inhabits a universe created by...
那由七千億億億的原子組成的玩家的身體被創造了，遠在這遊戲之前，在一顆恆星的內部。所以那玩家也是，來自一顆恆星的信息。而這個玩家貫穿這個故事的始末，這故事源於一個叫朱利安的人種下的信息種子長成的森林，源於一個叫馬庫斯的人創造的無限世界，存在於一個由玩家創造的小的，私人世界裡，而那又繼承了宇宙創造的……
1：Shush. Sometimes the player created a small, private world that was soft and warm and simple. Sometimes hard, and cold, and complicated. Sometimes it built a model of the universe in its head; flecks of energy, moving through vast empty spaces. Sometimes it called those flecks "electrons" and "protons".
噓。有時這個玩家創造的小天地是柔軟，溫暖和簡單的。有時是堅硬，冰冷和複雜的。有時他在腦中建造出宇宙的模型；斑斑點點的能量穿越廣闊空曠的空間。有時他稱呼這些斑點為“電子”和“質子”。
2：Sometimes it called them "planets" and "stars".
有時他稱呼他們為“行星”和“恆星”。
2：Sometimes it believed it was in a universe that was made of energy that was made of offs and ons; zeros and ones; lines of code. Sometimes it believed it was playing a game. Sometimes it believed it was reading words on a screen.
有時他確信他存在於一個由“開”和“關”；“0”和“1”；存在於一個由電能，一行行的命令組成的宇宙。有時他確信他是在玩一個遊戲。有時他確信他是在讀著螢幕上的文字。
1：You are the player, reading words...
你就是那玩家，閱讀著文字……
2：Shush... Sometimes the player read lines of code on a screen. Decoded them into words; decoded words into meaning; decoded meaning into feelings, emotions, theories, ideas, and the player started to breathe faster and deeper and realised it was alive, it was alive, those thousand deaths had not been real, the player was alive
噓……有時這玩家讀螢幕上的命令行。將他們解碼成為文字；將文字解碼為意義；將意義解碼為感情，情緒，理論，想法，而玩家的呼吸開始急促而劇烈，並意識到了它是活著的，他是活生生的，那上千次的死亡不是真的，玩家是活著的。
1：You. You. You are alive.
你，你，你是活著的。
2：and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the sunlight that came through the shuffling leaves of the summer trees
而有時這玩家相信宇宙通過穿越夏日樹葉和斑斕的陽光與他對話。
1：and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the light that fell from the crisp night sky of winter, where a fleck of light in the corner of the player's eye might be a star a million times as massive as the sun, boiling its planets to plasma in order to be visible for a moment to the player, walking home at the far side of the universe, suddenly smelling food, almost at the familiar door, about to dream again
有時這玩家相信宇宙透過晴朗的冬日夜空中，存在於他眼中一隅的星點星光，可能比太陽大上上百萬倍的恆星沸騰著的電漿那一瞬間發出來的光對他說話，在宇宙的遠側行走回家的路上，突然聞到了食物的香氣，在那熟悉的門前，他又準備好再一次投入夢境
2：and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the zeros and ones, through the electricity of the world, through the scrolling words on a screen at the end of a dream
§2而有時玩家相信宇宙透過“0”和“1”，透過世界的電力，透過螢幕上滾動的文字和夢的盡頭對他說話
1：and the universe said I love you
宇宙說：我愛你
2：and the universe said you have played the game well
宇宙說：你玩得很好
1：and the universe said everything you need is within you
宇宙說：一切你所需要的你都具有
2：and the universe said you are stronger than you know
宇宙說：你比你所估計的更強大
1：and the universe said you are the daylight
宇宙說：你就是陽光
2：and the universe said you are the night
宇宙說：你就是黑夜
1：and the universe said the darkness you fight is within you
宇宙說：你所抗爭的黑暗就在你心中
2：and the universe said the light you seek is within you
宇宙說：你所追尋的光明就在你心中
1：and the universe said you are not alone
1：宇宙說：你不是一個人在戰鬥
2：and the universe said you are not separate from every other thing
宇宙說：你不是和所有的事物所隔絕的
1：and the universe said you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code
宇宙說：你就是宇宙，品味自己，與自己對話，閱讀著他自己的代碼。
2：and the universe said I love you because you are love.
宇宙說：我愛你，因為你就是愛。
1：And the game was over and the player woke up from the dream. And the player began a new dream. And the player dreamed again, dreamed better. And the player was the universe. And the player was love.
曲終人散，黃粱一夢。玩家開始了新的夢境。玩家再次做起了夢，更好的夢。玩家就是宇宙。玩家就是愛。
1：You are the player.
你就是那個玩家。
2：Wake up.
該醒了。
你知道嗎
Notch曾表示是Gough的短故事The iHole，讓他堅信Gough才是編纂終末之詩的最佳人選。
