展开事件内容（包含选项结果与剧透）
中文译文
| 山中的学者 |  150
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| 在山中行进时，你遇到一个试图驾驶直升飞行器的人，他请你见证历史。 | ||
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山顶上，你看见一幕意料之外的景象：一个男人坐在古怪的木制装置里，正将它倾向万丈悬崖的边缘。他用围巾蒙着眼，拉下来后开口招呼。
"啊哈，陌生人！看来你们要替历史作个见证了！人既能驯服寻常马匹，让它跑得比自己想象的还快，我也能驯服鸟儿，让它们……好吧，鸟是没法骑，可你们看这台机器，我能模仿它们！空间与时间的枷锁即将被打破，正如这双木翼将把我托上苍穹！"
这件“装置”上安着踏板、木辐条，还有用极薄皮革匆匆缝成的蒙皮。
你上前，把眼下的实情说清楚。
"这位……先生，哪只鸟非得从这么高的地方才能起飞？鸟不都是靠扇动翅膀，自己升上去的吗？你想从悬崖上跳下去，盼着这机器能飞，可心底分明知道，它飞不了。"
那位面容憔悴的山中学者低头看着双脚，郑重地点头。
"我想，也许确实还得修整一下。好先生，你看鸟真有眼光。也请接受我的谢意。我会告诉大家，你有多么明智！"
你退后几步，让那人起飞。他用围巾裹住脸，坐进机器的座椅，深呼吸几次，便踩动踏板向前冲去。机器立刻翻下悬崖。那人被甩穿了皮革机翼，活像一只尖叫的蝙蝠。他在装置中翻滚，机器沿着岩壁四分五裂，化作一阵由木头和拙劣设计组成的瀑布。片刻后，崖下远远传来几声轻响，那便是他的最终归宿。真是壮观！那人把机器推下崖边，最后一刻才跳上座椅。一人一机翻下悬崖，传来短促的尖叫。然而，出乎所有人的意料，他很快又出现了！那装置像只醉醺醺的蝴蝶，左摇右摆地扑腾着，可无论如何，他确实飞起来了。"我成功了！诸神在上，我成功了！看我……"
突然，一只猎隼尖啸着穿透他的一侧翅膀，又盘旋回来，撕裂了另一侧。你挥动双手，想赶走这只要命的鸟。
“喂，喂！”
机器摇摇晃晃，开始慢慢下降。为了稳住高度，那人拼命加快踩踏，轮辐却开始断裂。片刻后，整个装置彻底散架，你只能眼看着那位形容枯槁的学者坠向死亡。那只猎隼只是蹲在崖壁上，看着自己的敌人死去。
尽管觉得不妙，你还是让那人试飞。他拿围巾裹住脸，仿佛这样就能躲过即将到来的猛烈撞击。深吸一口气后，他把装置推下崖边，最后一刻才跳进去，活像要追随爱人浪漫殉情。一人一机迅速消失在视野中。你刚要发笑，那人竟又出现了。他拼命踩着踏板，机翼奋力扑动，载着他盘旋来回，越飞越高。"我成功了！诸神在上，我成功了！看我能飞多高！"
他直冲云端，木辐条摇摇欲坠的吱呀声渐渐远去。
“哦，哦哦哦！”
此后，你再也没有见过他，也没有听过他的消息。
那人把机器推向悬崖，在它摇晃着翻下去时跳上座椅。随着装置下坠，他尖叫着沿机器往上爬，从那粗制滥造的木架最末端奋力跃起，扑回崖边，死死抓住边缘。你冲过去，把他拖了上来。远在下方，他的机器砸碎在地，传来一阵轻响，为那注定的毁灭画上句号。那人掸去身上的尘土，朝你点了点头。"谢谢你，先生。我忽然想明白了。鸟是怎么飞的？它们可不是非得从高处起飞，而是想从哪儿飞，就从哪儿飞！我要重新设计！谢谢你救我一命，先生。"
在你看来，事情能有这样的结局，已经算最好不过了。无论如何，弟兄们看得十分开心。
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英文原文
| Scientist in the Mountains | 150
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| While walking in the mountains you see a man trying to fly a helicopter asking you to record history. | ||
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You come across an unexpected sight at the top of the mountain: a man sitting in a strange and wooden contraption, tilting it toward the edge of a deadly precipice. He's got a scarf over his eyes, pulling it down to talk.
"Ahoy, strangers. It appears you shall record history! For men governed the common horse to run faster than it knew how, I shall govern birds to... well, we can't ride birds, but I can, as you can see by this machine, simulate them. The shackles of space and time shall be lifted, much like these here wooden wings will lift me into the very skies!"
This 'contraption' comes with pedals, wooden spokes, and tarps of very thin and hastily stitched leather.
You step forward and explain the reality of the situation.
"Good... sir. What bird takes flight from such great heights? Does not a bird simply propel itself upward with the thrust of its wings? You're going to throw yourself off this cliff in the hopes that your machine will work, knowing deep in your heart that it will not."
The haggard looking mountain scientist looks at his feet. He nods solemnly.
"It could use some tinkering, I suppose. You have an avian eye, good sir. And you also have my thanks. I shall tell people of your great wisdom!"
You step back and let the man take flight. He wraps his face in the scarf and sits into the seat of his machine. With a few long breaths, he pedals it forward. It promptly falls over the edge. The man is hurled through the leather wings like some sort of screaming bat. He spins through the device as it explodes down the rockwall in a torrent of wood and poor design. A moment later, you hear the faint din of his final landing spots. Spectacular!The man pushes his machine off the edge, hopping into its seat at the last moment. They both tip over the precipice and there's a brief scream. But, against all odds, the man quickly reappears! His contraption flutters from side to side like some drunken butterfly, but he's in the air nonetheless."I did it, by the gods I did it! Look at me..."
Suddenly, a shrieking falcon spears through one of his wings. The bird loops around for another strike, tearing apart the other wing. You wave your hands and try to scare the killer bird away.
"Hey, hey!"
The machine totters and slowly starts to lose altitude. With the man pedaling harder to compensate, the spokes begin to break and a moment later the whole thing busts apart and you can only watch as the haggard scientist plummets to his doom. The falcon simply squats on the cliff face and watches its enemy die.
Against better judgment, you let the man fly. He bundles his face in the scarf as though that'll save him of the soon to come hard landing. With a deep breath, he pushes his contraption off the edge and leaps in at the last moment as though he were joining his lover in a romantic suicide. The man and machine quickly disappear. You start to laugh when suddenly the man reappears. He's furiously pedaling his machine, the wings flapping hard. He sails around, looping this way and that, slowly getting higher and higher."I did it! By the gods, I did it! Look at how high I can go!"
He shoots upward into the clouds, the rickety din of its wooden spokes whining away.
"Ohh, ohhhhh!"
That's the last you see or hear of him.
The man pushes the machine off the edge and hops into the seat just as it totters over the edge. Screaming, the man climbs back up the contraption as it falls away. He leaps off the last tip of its poorly constructed wooden frame, propelling himself back to the precipice where he hangs on for dear life. You sprint over and drag him back up. His machine smashes into the ground far below, a soft din of predetermined destruction. Brushing himself off, the man nods at you."Thank you sir. I had a moment of clarity. What does a bird do? It doesn't take off from great heights, it takes off wherever it pleases! I shall rework the project! Thank you for saving my life, sir."
The way you see it, that went as well as it could have. The men are mightily entertained anyway.
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