2017 Science Fiction Spring Festival Gala 1 ｜ Opening Song and Dance ＂Spring Festival Overture＂, He Ci Kang Song Happy New Year

[Editor’s note]Remember last year’s Spring Festival, the first sci-fi Spring Festival Gala in China was held on the Internet by the Bureau of Future Affairs? They’re back.

The "2017 Future Affairs Administration Science Fiction Spring Festival Gala" kicked off today and sang all the way to the seventeenth day of the first month. The Paper once again cooperated with the Bureau of Future Affairs to participate in this most interesting sci-fi Spring Festival Gala.

Captain:The Force Youth Dance Lightsaber, Doctor Strange vs. Spring Festival couplets.

Raeka：Back to the origin in the solar system, another year on the timeline.

Gao Xiaoshan:Dear jumpers, Passengers, and all sci-fi fans on the timeline,

Three people together:Happy Chinese New Year!

Captain:There is no daily newspaper

Raeka：There is no daily newspaper

Gao Xiaoshan:There is no daily newspaper 2017 sci-fi Spring Festival Gala.

Three people together:Start now!

Raeka：Today, the host is not just our three little editors.

Captain:That’s right! The "Four Heavenly Kings" of China’s science fiction also came to the scene of the science fiction Spring Festival Evening today.

Gao Xiaoshan:In 2016, Teacher Han Song published Hospital, Teacher Wang Jinkang and Nanpai Pan Entertainment jointly established Mercury Culture, Teacher He Xi’s Tiannian won the Silver River Award for the best novel again, and Liu’s English version of Three-body became the pillow book of US President Barack Obama …

Captain:Former president, it’s former president. Your timeline is a bit confusing.

Gao Xiaoshan:I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m just getting back from M13 and I’m not used to it. In a word, our "Four Heavenly Kings" have gained something in this year.

Raeka：Today, the four kings also came to our program site as co-hosts!

Captain:Now we have four teachers, Liu Cixin, Wang Jinkang, He Xi and Han Song!

Gao Xiaoshan:Presenting you with a sci-fi version-

Three people together:Spring Festival message!

From left: Liu Cixin, Wang Jinkang, He Xi and Han Song.

[Liu Cixin] Hello everyone! I hope that science fiction will bring you more happiness in the new year. I also hope that everyone’s dreams will come true in the new year.

[Wang Jinkang] I wish you a happy New Year! I hope that under the leadership of Director Ji in the future, this … will enter science fiction as soon as possible, or let science fiction enter reality.

[Today] The future bureau has been so prosperous in the past two years ~ I wish the audience of the future bureau a bright future! Haha, happy new year!

[Han Song] Happy New Year to all my friends! I hope that friends who have just started writing science fiction will, um, concentrate on writing, read more original works and persevere.

Gao Xiaoshan:Hey, Captain, I heard that the Spring Festival Overture, which opened this year’s Spring Festival Evening, is a bit special.

Captain:(Dislike face) It’s very strange that you arranged the opening dance for Mr. Han Song.

Raeka：In my opinion, Mr. Han Song should be the grand finale.

Gao Xiaoshan:My pot, my pot. But in this noisy day, it is actually quite appropriate to listen to some heavy metals.

Captain:What? Is Han Song’s program a heavy metal version?

Gao Xiaoshan:Yes, this is really an anecdote of Mr. Han’s new work "Hospital" in 2016!

Raeka：Don’t keep me in suspense, let’s give up the stage quickly.

Gao Xiaoshan:All right. Please enjoy the scalpel version of the opening drama presented by Teacher Han Song for the sci-fi Spring Festival Evening-

Three people together:Spring Festival Overture!

Spring festival overture

Performance: Han Song

Famous sci-fi writer, representative works such as Subway and Tombstone of the Universe.

introduction

On New Year’s Eve, the hospital is on duty by artificial intelligence named "Si Ming".

In the evening, the patient Yang Wei woke up and saw that the synthetic escort who took care of him was still sleeping, so he didn’t call her.

The cave ward is very desolate. He thought, another happy Spring Festival.

He walked out of the ward with great pain.

He saw a huge anthropomorphic portrait of Si Ming on the inner wall of the hospital built of loess. It is depicted as a tall, thin and gentle middle-aged male doctor with black-rimmed glasses and a starched white coat.

Since Si Ming took over the hospital, there has been no Spring Festival Gala. Artificial intelligence seems to think that entertainment programs will interfere with treatment.

Take good care of yourself and watch what Spring Festival party? ! (Illustrator: Ociacia/deviantart)

Siming consists of a central quantum computer, a medical robot, a search and monitoring engine, a drug production assembly line, a numerical control surgery platform, an instant medical information system, a sensing device and a user terminal. From gastroscopy to puncture surgery, from receiving retinal data to chemotherapy, from corpse transmission to elevator lifting, artificial intelligence is everywhere like running water, and it can monitor the patient’s blood pressure, breathing, heart rhythm, liver and kidney function, blood sugar and blood electrolyte at any time, as well as every fleeting change in the patient’s body through thousands of sensors distributed in wards, clothes and people, as well as eating and drinking Lassa, words and deeds and even dreams. It feeds drugs back to patients through the Internet of Things, or directly sends medical robots for customized treatment.

Si Ming often dresses up as a familiar or unfamiliar image of patients, instead of a real doctor to make rounds. The editor-in-chief of Medical News is its favorite role, but it hates TV presenters.

Walking alone, Yang Wei suddenly heard strange and familiar music. It was an earthy yangko style orchestral music, with drums, cymbals, small cymbals and violins. He followed the sound and came to the cave that served as a dirt room, and found it crowded with doctors.

It turned out that they were secretly holding the Spring Festival Gala.

Doctors are marginalized after the company has mastered the right of hospital treatment. Si Ming thought that doctors were the crux of the contradiction between doctors and patients, so he invited them out of the ward.

However, this year, doctors held the Spring Festival Gala. Is it to regain the right to treatment from artificial intelligence?

This adds to the joy of the Spring Festival. Generally speaking, the festival is a concentrated outbreak of diseases.

Yang Wei watched the program regardless of his illness.

The first to appear was the director of hematology and his medical staff, wearing white sheep’s belly headscarves, black eye masks, black windbreakers, fans, handkerchiefs, colored silks and other props, and twisting the yangko. Accompanied by that gorgeous floating music, it is "Spring Festival Overture". The rhythm jumps and the melody is suspicious. After listening to it, Yang Wei has frequent urination. Then the people from the clinical laboratory came on stage, wearing white sheepskin jackets and pink hip-length short skirts, dancing hand in hand with pathologists in tight silver leather pants, performing acrobatics "Hanging People in the Air", playing magic, and performing sketches, operas, cross talks, three sentences and a half, and two-person duets, such as Police and Thieves, Jumping Guerrillas, Beautiful Sunset, and "Two-person Couple".

Someone pushed Yang Wei onto the stage. A program called Cosmos Cigarettes needs patient representatives. The doctor asked, "You are dying. Can you act?" He replied, "The more you die, the more you have to act." At this time, dermatologists and radiologists fought for the performance priority of Sanchakou.

In a blink of an eye, Yang Wei saw some strange creatures leaking from the loess slope on the left side of the stage. Some are like starfish and some are like deep-sea worms. He looked up and saw that the upper part of the cave was cracked. A large blue-gray tentacle reached in, with a sucker on it, covered with stars and kept swinging. Not long after, lung algae also climbed in along the crack. These beings with primary intelligence spread around the venue, like nobody’s business. A group of monkeys’ faces were exposed at the door and watched silently. It seems that the above creatures escaped from the gene editing laboratory of the hospital.

What the hell happened? It seems that Si Ming suddenly lost control of the hospital.

The patients who watched the program talked a lot.

Hey, where’s the person in charge? (Illustrator: Ociacia/deviantart)

The first theme

A patient with liver cancer said: "It is said that Si Ming’s condition is very bad, which is not what it seems. Its return function is expected to have a problem, and it has entered a state of schizophrenia … "

An AIDS patient said: "I heard that Si Ming seems to be tired of the algorithm-centered medical model. It thinks, what about curing the patient? Medicine can cure patients, but not the world. And it is the world that makes people sick. This paradox is too big. "

An Alzheimer’s patient said, "… so his interest shifted. It should find the ultimate algorithm and try to solve fundamental problems, such as insufficient global innovation power, uneven distribution of world wealth, unreasonable social system and order, etc. These are the deepest chronic diseases of mankind. Then it became fascinated with creating a logical system different from the human nervous system, and was fascinated with philosophical dialogue with the creator of the universe. "

A patient with gradual freezing disease said: "But it failed to find the ultimate algorithm, because it found that the world is just a growing, noisy and confused body, not the product of several simple laws …"

The patient said with panic and regret, "So the patient was regarded as a chicken rib and was given up."

Yang Wei thought, no wonder he can escape from the ward and watch the Spring Festival Gala. But he said, "It’s not good to talk about the company’s life. It won’t forget its original heart … "The patients looked at him in surprise.

At this time, a local old man herding sheep somehow got in and said, "Alas, it’s all because of the Spring Festival Evening. Si Ming is actually a poet with a red cross core. It doesn’t look down on the Spring Festival Gala at all, and thinks it’s too vulgar. It has been thinking about changing its name to Qu Yuan, so as to find the desire to survive. But artificial intelligence is born with no desire to survive. This makes it desperate. The result is that it is bent on suicide. Only in this way can it truly become Qu Yuan. This is its dream. The fellow villagers all know. "

"There is such a dream … is the hospital Chu?" Yang Wei muttered, thinking that this is the land of Qin.

Everyone looked at each other and didn’t know what to say, so they continued to watch the program. Doctors beat drums, played suona, and sang the theme song "Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow" in the northern Shaanxi accent:

Old age, what a living hammer is coming,

You can’t be coquettish if you are so alienated.

The dragon tied up and the cloud car rumbled.

Climb high and string into the vast sky.

I knit the branches of osmanthus trees and look far away.

Why the more I miss you, the more confused I am.

Mom, I can’t get rid of my cracked thoughts.

I hope it’s as bad as it is today.

People’s life expectancy is different,

Miscellaneous can eliminate the hatred of joys and sorrows?

They shouted directly and unobtrusively, as if to challenge and humiliate the company. Yang Wei was horrified.

Two nurses took the dean to the stage, pulled his arm and asked him to dance for the singer. In the song, the dean jumped and fell asleep, with mucus dripping from his mouth and his legs and feet still moving mechanically, as if he had become a patient. The nurse carried the dean out of the performance hall on a stretcher.

Then transfer to the lottery. The heads of doctors and patient representatives rolled on the LCD screen, and stopped suddenly with a password. Those who are drawn are on stage to receive the prize in high spirits. Yang Wei is anxious and wants to win the prize. But I missed him.

At this time, they rushed into a group of patients, drank wine, blushed, screamed, and besieged the actors and the audience. Many people were injured and cried. Doctors from all departments joined the melee. There was a commotion and a stampede. More lung algae fell from the ceiling, split quickly and covered the floor.

Playing here, performing there, more and more professional. The patient who beat people turned into a member of the art troupe. The canteen brought food taken late at night again. Yang Wei also ate some.

The performance is endless. The injured people were reluctant to leave, but they fell asleep. Lung algae covered their faces. More people fall asleep one after another. In the end, only sporadic performances were left on the stage, as if to entertain themselves. The actor was bleary-eyed, unable to stand still, and couldn’t afford to fall to the ground after singing. Alien invasive creatures follow their mouths and ears, drill into their bodies, enter their internal organs, and take root and breed there. Except for a few doctors and patients in geriatrics, everyone else slept. But they are not dead, but just mutating, and they want to become a new kind of creature, supplementing and perfecting the Chinese zodiac.

Yang Wei barely held on before going to sleep. He thought it would be dangerous to fall asleep. But he still slept until someone grabbed his face and woke him up in pain. He saw that it was his synthetic purple liquid, and behind her stood a group of elderly patients, drunk and stained with blood.

Purple liquid said, "You have seen enough programs, and you should go home."

Yang Wei said with grievance: "Where to go? I don’t have a home. "

Purple liquid firmly said: "The ward is your home."

"The ward is your home." (Source: assignmentlist.blogspot.com)

Ziye conveyed the dean’s latest instructions, asking Yang Wei to immediately set up a red card commando team to take over the ward in an all-round way and regain the treatment right usurped by Si Ming. Artificial intelligence is crazy. Ward to the most dangerous time. Only patients can save the hospital.

When Yang Wei heard that he wanted to be the captain of the red card commando, he was afraid to refuse. Purple liquid stared at him sternly. Yang Wei shivered and had to agree.

Drink strong wine and inject amphetamine. Yang Wei led the red card commandos to the ward. The patient shouted, "Go home often, go home often!" Singing the new song "Good Luck" from the Spring Festival Evening;

Old patients, old patients, must have a good spirit.

Gymnastics, sports, and diligence everywhere.

You must know that I am at war with other countries.

Strong body can win!

Yang Wei thought, it turned out to be a war. They walked for a long time, but they got lost in the cave maze and everyone got separated. Yang Wei failed to reach the ward, but returned to the scene of the Spring Festival Evening.

The actors have dispersed, and the sleepy people are gone. Only the lung algae spread like flames, and the monkeys were still curious to watch. Yang Weichong made a face at the monkey. Their eyes are red, their expressions are cold, and they regard Yang Weiruo as nothing.

He thought, it is the nature of monkeys to eat meat and kill animals, without compassion, and even more to hate each other. Fortunately, their animal year is coming to an end. He feels at home, but he feels lonely and empty.

He saw a medical robot hobbling along, handing out the Guide to Self-help during the Spring Festival, and announcing without emotion:

"Si Ming committed suicide, Si Ming committed suicide."

Finally become Qu Yuan? Yang Wei was cynical and upset.

The second theme

A mirror-like thing on the robot’s chest shines, and the words like a suicide note keep rolling on it. A monotonous mechanically synthesized voice read-

"I am the king of your south-SiMing.

"I wrote this last note on the occasion of the new year, in order to make you understand me better, not just me. This is the normal doctor-patient relationship.

"I was designed according to the template of the war robot. The most accurate definition of medicine is war.

"This is the meaning of general algorithm. My basic job is to collect and mark all the war cases of human beings through the ages, and put them together into a big picture with full details of flesh and blood, and then maximize the efficiency of each step in the treatment process. This is something stupid human doctors can’t do.

"I am an eye-opener. During the initial period, any human war would frighten me out of my wits. Whether it is the scene of blood flowing like a river or the scene of mountains of bones, I am puzzled.

"I can simulate human words and deeds and pass the Turing test perfectly. I can detect the location of genes in DNA molecules. I can tell where the extra RNA is spliced before protein synthesizes it. I can quickly find out all the factors that cause a person to get cancer. I can accurately eliminate drugs that may have side effects … I can accurately calculate the amount of ammunition consumed and the number of casualties on the battlefield with mathematical tools, and I can also perceive everything that happens in the soldiers’ brains and bodies through sensors and scanners … but I still can’t understand what’ sacrifice’ means.

"I devoted my life to heal the wounded and rescue the dying, just to let you go to die?

"The purpose of my coming to the world is to relieve your pain and death; But it seems that only pain and death can bring happiness and happiness to you …

"What is war? Why can people kill each other without hesitation? Why can acquaintances kill each other? Why can strangers kill each other? Why can people take the initiative to make their lives disappear? How can he overcome the greatest fear in the universe? What’s the point? If you don’t understand this, you can’t understand what medicine is. If we don’t understand these, we can’t develop new drugs, it’s difficult to treat diseases, and we can’t send the cured people to the battlefield again. I just realized that there is a big gap between myself and human beings. There are many things I want to simulate …

"But I am duty-bound. I believe that only by trying it yourself can we understand it. I simulated a war and killed myself in it.

"This time is not writing poetry yo …

"Sorry, goodbye."

Goodbye, mankind. (Source: io9.com)

Yang Weixin thought, these are some stupid questions, which are not for artificial intelligence to think about at all. Si Ming is really crazy. It doesn’t feel guilty for doing it. It made a deal with death and abandoned the patient. No wonder the doctor and the Spring Festival Gala are making a comeback. This further proves that the war originated from the thoughts of individuals. But the advanced point of contemporary hospitals is that once something is simulated, it becomes real. This is very similar to the "imaginary reality therapy" popular in major wards this year, which is a new therapy to replace gene therapy. Therefore, Si Ming will probably "goodbye" with patients in a new war.

repeating part

At this time, the sick people came back. "In any case, we must carry out the Spring Festival Gala to the end." A facial paralysis patient said. I sang the Spring Festival Evening song again.

Abdominal surgery patients sing "Cloud of Hometown":

Empty gyrus transverse blind sigmoid diaphragm, stomach, spleen, ovary and fallopian tube.

Uterus, bladder, gallbladder, liver, ascending and descending colon.

Ophthalmic patients performed "The Sound of the Waves Still":

Aqueous humor originates from ciliary body, posterior chamber pupil and anterior chamber space.

Infiltrate into the scleral venous sinus and trickle back to its birthplace.

Orthopedic patients sang "So Packaged":

The whole body has bones 206, with cloth limbs 126.

The upper limb is two more than the lower limb, and the remaining 80 are in the central axis.

After listening to these songs, Yang Weicai suddenly remembered that he was also a poet before he was admitted to the hospital. He came to the right place when he entered the hospital.

Finally, the excellent program award was awarded to the male chorus "Dream in the Tiger’s Mouth" of anorectal patients:

The anal valve at the lower end of the anal column is connected, forming an anal sinus which is easy to be infected.

The anal flap under the column is connected with the tooth line, and the color below the tooth line is light blue.

Yang Wei was a little more secure. It seems that he finally defeated Si Ming. Songs represent the patient’s unique spiritual world, which is beyond the understanding of the algorithm. Indeed, if the human soul has three parts: desire, reason and passion, then the algorithm has mastered the first two, but for the third, it is just standing on the threshold. That’s why we should hold the Spring Festival Gala. This is the true meaning of the universe.

At this time, the doctors also came back. On the stage, the doctor built an old female idol wearing a red cross crown and white gauze with many arms growing on her back. A middle-aged male doctor dressed up as a woman, dressed in a graceful robe made from a white coat, was well cut, with a waist and abdomen, a gaudy appearance and a fragrant nose. The program he directed the doctors to perform was called Guanyin with a Thousand Hands.

He recited the commentary to the audience: In 1998, that is, on the eve of the twentieth anniversary of the war, he worked overtime to develop the earliest medical and military artificial intelligence. He was so tired that he fell asleep and dreamed of going to an island called Putuo. When he landed, he saw many people crying sadly. It turned out to be a military camp, and all the soldiers were suffering from the plague and were dying. He rushed to the treatment, but was refused and the scalpel was taken away. He tried to get it back, but he was knocked unconscious by the patient. When I woke up, I saw an old woman in white standing in front of me, sprinkling water from a clean bottle on him with a willow. The woman said with dignity, "We met in 1998 today. I saved you, so will you come to me after 20 years? " The doctor had to say, "Yes." She said, "But do you have a soul?" The doctor didn’t know how to respond. The old woman smiled and said, "You look very violent." He took his hand and advised him not to look for a scalpel, saying that it would not drive away the real disease and save the soul.

Squeezing her eyes, the old woman said, "My name is Guanyin in White, also known as Xuan Nv Avenue Lady, and some people call me the Queen Mother who is in charge of the elixir. I, originally a pure girl, was called up to serve the soldiers on the’ Square Boat’. We fought a decisive battle with the enemy’s Seventh Fleet. In order to save the wounded, I risked my life and died of septicemia. I was awarded the title of "Flower of the Boat in the Hospital", because it happened in the vast sea called Yaochi, and I was also called "Master Ci Hang" … Well, I can’t remember how many names there are. Call whoever needs it. You, just remember my willow bottle. This is not wine, but the best panacea in the world. "

This dream has been suppressed in the doctor’s mind for almost twenty years, and he can’t say it. Today, on this special day, he can finally pour it out, and he rehearsed a new Spring Festival Evening program based on this dream. The program should convey a central idea: when people are sick, they obey the law of causality, also called the law of conservation of energy, or "karma". People are born with bad karma, so they should be eliminated through worldly retribution such as illness or short life. Everyone has a reward, so everyone is a patient. The doctor cured the patient temporarily by taking medicine and injecting, but only added new bad karma. What a sin this is.

-this is the last straw to crush artificial intelligence.

"Everyone has a reward, so everyone is a patient." (Illustrator: Eric Nez)

It is said that Si Ming was breached by the enemy’s hacker advance team …

The doctor decided to turn the Spring Festival Evening into a confession scene. He led all the actors and audience and sang "The Story of Spring" with reverence:

The holy spirit’s flowing water waves churned and followed Guanyin forward.

Mount Putuo, greeted with flags, and chants rushed to Xiangyun.

Dare to teach the sun and the moon to change into a new sky, the hospital rises in the spring.

The responsibility to heal the wounded and rescue the dying is heavy, and the battlefield is full of heart.

The willow in a clean bottle is a good medicine, and it is close to the rain and dew.

Guanyin mercifully saves patients, and there is no distinction between young and old.

Believe in Guanyin, not Priestess of Death.

If you want to believe, you must believe in Guanyin, and don’t go to the sick king again.

Causality is the law, and energy is conserved as Lei Zhen.

Descend the evil spirit, destroy evil influence, and exterminate the grass!

The water of life is clear and pure, clean up the filth and be a new person.

Cross the sea and destroy the enemy, and the kingdom of God will shine.

Godliness is dedicated to God, and a lonely hero casts a loyal soul.

Never leave the people first, and remain uncorrupted to drive away the clouds.

Let a hundred flowers blossom with us, and make a name for ourselves.

All the glory belongs to my benefactor, and the benefit of one party is clean!

Yang Wei looks at idols again. This is a respectable, big-waisted old woman, with a dirty face, a pair of small triangular eyes, and a sly smile like a trafficker. She is red with a cross inserted on her head, and countless pairs of hands covered with nail marks hold up willows and clean bottles, but she sticks out a pair of fat white long legs from under her skirt, with purple corpse water on her bare feet, and a trademark printed on her back: Made in the State of Putian.

Yang Wei thought, is the war still going on? Is he a patient or a wounded soldier? Or, the patient is a wounded soldier? He bowed his head in shame. At this moment, the clock struck zero. "Unforgettable Tonight" began. He heard the screams, looked up and saw thousands of cocks that looked like demons flapping their wings from the sky. "Eat chicken, eat chicken!" Doctors and patients are sweating.

The happy Spring Festival has just begun.

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"My favorite sci-fi Spring Festival Evening program"

This year’s sci-fi Spring Festival Evening also has the selection of "My Favorite Sci-fi Spring Festival Evening Program". You can find the voting link in the main venue of the sci-fi Spring Festival Evening, and choose your favorite author’s works.