不知道這是什麼? 那就先來看看這裡--->憂愁之書簡介
正文內容:
現在,奎利亞已經明白了自己絕無半分勝利的可能。
歐瑞克斯無畏艦中的世界有些病態。他們以強烈且炙熱的怨恨抵抗著分析。至於歐瑞克斯本身，他更加的不可約束 — 他拒絕服從奎利亞的模擬行為，通過大肆破壞周圍以傳播混亂，他抓住了奎利亞許多的下級思維中樞，並且用他那超越因果的力量強制要求這些思維服從他的意志。超越因果的武器。這讓奎利亞束手無策。
奎利亞嘗試使用那從邪魔族社會中習得的宗教般什一制策略。但即使奎利亞在這方面做出萬分努力，也無法撼動奪魂之王半分。歐瑞克斯太強大了。以至於奎利亞已經沒有多少精力來守護自己在王座世界中打開的傳送門了。
而最接近歐瑞克斯的模擬是一個奎利亞產生的自我引導程序。但那根本不可能是歐瑞克斯 — 奎利亞很清楚，那是一個去除了體內共生生物，去除了雙翼與自身蛻變，去除了武器與力量的歐瑞克斯，而這根本就不合邏輯。
但奎利亞還是向現實世界投影出了這次模擬，只是為了看看這會帶來什麼樣的結局。
奪魂之王披著古老的戰袍，攜著他的戰刃與魔法向奎利亞的九頭蛇機體衝去，而整個宇宙因為他的這番舉動發出了驚恐的哀嚎。而僅在一瞬之間，奎利亞的物理模型與虛擬世界便過載崩潰。
奎利亞警覺且專注的觀察著歐瑞克斯，像一個夸克一般在他的劍鋒之前碎裂開來。
而在那九頭蛇機體中，奎利亞模擬出的歐瑞克斯發出了發出了疑問。“你是什麼？”他的聲音中充滿了恐懼與敬畏。
歐瑞克斯的眼中閃爍著好奇的光芒，一種與仇恨或是那貪婪的飢餓別無二致的好奇。“奧拉什，”古老的邪魔族語言從他的身體中發出，“你創造出了一個曾經的我，你創造出了一個迷你奧拉什。哈！”
奎利亞更新了這個模擬體的名字。而奧拉什發出了疑問：“你就是我？你就是將來的我嗎？”
歐瑞克斯半跪下來，將他的利刃扛在了自己的左肩上，奎利亞調用了它所能調用的所有武器向歐瑞克斯開火，但這甚至不能在歐瑞克斯的護體結界鑿出一絲裂縫。他透過那錘擊在結界上的火光看向奎利亞的傳感器，然後他說，“孩子，我有著你想擁有的任何事物，我是不朽的存在，我瞭解宇宙中最為深邃的奧秘，我曾探查過深淵的邊緣，我率領著朝世界嘶吼的戰月，在銀河旋臂中追逐著那個充滿謊言的神明，我的雙拳之上承載著統治永恆的神秘力量，我的蠕蟲內承載著我的王庭與我的子嗣 — 希望噬者，編織者與揭示者的貢品；而這些貢品讓我得以摧毀敵人。我是歐瑞克斯，我是奪魂之王，我是那全能般的存在。”
奎利亞採樣了從艾丘敏之門中取回的陶克斯的情報。在其中有一些有用的信息，他將這些信息上傳給了模擬體。
“你的妹妹們呢？”奧拉什望著她未來的自己。“薩索納？希羅？他們有和你在一起嗎？”
奪魂之王的尖牙閃爍，那聲音聽起來像是在笑，亦或者只是嘶嘶聲。
奎利亞關閉了它所有的武器系統，並且將所有的可調用資源都用於向比它更加上級的Vex發送它獲得的分析資源，在未來的某個時空節點，這些數據或許會有更大的作用，將會有更大的工程用於研究這個關於本體論的力量，或是這個王座世界本身。
“我的妹妹們在哪？”奧拉什向自己呼喊。“你對我的子民們做了什麼？你做了什麼？”
但歐瑞克斯的雙拳已然燃起黑焰，僅僅過了一息，奎利亞的傳感器中只剩下了宛如星辰一般的閃光。
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原文內容:
By now, Quria knows it can’t win.
There’s something pathological about the world inside Oryx’s ship. It resists analysis with hot, dead spite. And Oryx himself, he’s irreducible — he refuses to obey Quria’s simulations, he crashes around sowing chaos, he grabs subminds and compromises them with some kind of ontological weapon. Paracausal systems. Very problematic.
Quria’s trying the religious tactics it evolved in the Hive manifold. But even on those terms, Oryx is strong, so strong. Quria won’t be able to protect its gates much longer.
The closest Quria’s got to a simulation of Oryx is a best-guess bootstrap. It’s wrong — Quria’s sure of that, it’s Oryx minus the symbiote organism, minus the wings and morphs, minus the weapon, minus the power. No good for anything.
Quria manifests that simulation anyway. Just to see what happens.
The Taken King marches on Quria’s Hydra-hull, armed with blade and magic, cloaked in ancient cloth, and the universe wails in horror around him. Quria’s physics models and toy worlds choke and crash.
Quria observes, alert and attentive, as a single quark splits on the tip of Oryx’s sword.
From within the Hydra-hull, Quria’s tiny not-Oryx speaks. “What are you?” it says. It’s manifesting terror and awe.
Oryx’s eyes blaze with a curiosity that is entirely isomorphic with hate, with voracious hunger. “Aurash,” he says, in his Hive language. “You’ve made me as I was. You’ve made a tiny Aurash. Ha!”
Quria updates the simulation’s name. Aurash is curious: “You’re me? You’re me as I become?”
Oryx kneels. His blade is on his left shoulder. Quria is firing every available weapon at him, but his wards don’t break. He looks into Quria’s sensors through the hammering fire and he says, “Child, I have everything you wanted. I am immortal. I know the great secrets of the universe. I have scouted the edges of the Darkness and I have chased the lying god down galactic arms in a howling pack of moons. In my fist I carry the secret power that will rule eternity. In my worm I bear the tribute of my Court and of my children, the Hope-Eater, the Weaver, and the Unraveler; and with this tribute I smash my foes. I am Oryx, the Taken King. I am almighty.”
Quria samples the Taox intelligence retrieved from the Ecumene gate. There are useful names. It feeds them to the simulation.
“What about your sisters?” Aurash asks his future self. “Sathona? Xi Ro? Are they with you?”
The Taken King’s fangs glint. That sound might be a laugh, or a hiss.
Quria shuts down its weapons and puts all its spare resources into sending telemetry to the greater Vex. There will be points in space and time where this data is vital. There will be great projects undertaken in the study of this ontological power, this throne-space.
“Where are my sisters?” Aurash shouts. “What have you done with my people? What have you done?”
But Oryx’s fist is full of black fire, and the next thing Quria sees is a light like stars.
本文內容來源於《Destiny Grimoire Anthology》--Chapter 1《A Book Of Sorrow》（由於黑盒編輯沒有斜體在此用中文書名符號標識）若想去閱讀原文請移步至相關網站購買，本文由小黑盒用戶Geneva獨立翻譯，轉載請註明，若有爭議請與我聯繫，感謝配合。
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