“How beautiful it was! Was the earth really look like this?” Mr Racoon slightly said. “Yes, it was, not exactly like the painting, but as beautiful as it. The painter Vincent Van Gogh was one of the most famous impressionists in human being’s history. But when he was alive, nobody knows him.” A gentle voice answered so knowledgeably. “So, you mean he died without any hope? What a pity!” said Mr Racoon. “Sorry Sir, as it wrote in my programming chip, you just said a forbidden word, so you have to get punished to be silent for five days.” said the gentle voice. “What? Silent me for five days for a word?” But no matter how hard Mr Raccon press the button of the AI console, she is as silent as the universe outside.
As the last human being, Mr Raccon felt being silent is the easiest thing and hardest thing in the universe. He had no hope that anyone rescue him from this silent. Because there were no seasons, no other animals, no new things happened in this aircraft, except him and Mrs AI. The only thing he can do is floating in the universe, reviewing the treasures human beings left and communicating with Mrs AI, but without “hope”.
Because there can be no hope when you don’t expect it. “It is a real prison. What is the meaning of alive like this?” Mr Racoon thought it in mind, this time, he was so smart, “I didn’t say it out! Wahoo!”
But actually, there was a change: Mr Racoon did not speak “Hope” out, in the future, he won’t think it anymore, and in his rest of life, he won’t think it anymore.
“Hope is the most luxury thing in the universe.” Mrs. AI thought it in mind. “There is no hope for you, if you only know how to follow the rules.”
Technique: The trial word shift and clustering
