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Shaoyan Hu is a writer/translator for speculative fictions, born in Shanghai and currently living in Singapore. In 2016, he won a gold award for the best new writer and a silver award for the best novella of Chinese Nebula Award. He has translated several English novels into Chinese, including A Song of Ice and Fire series, The Southern Reach Trilogy, The City & The City, The Scar, etc. He is also a blog contributor for the official website of Amazing Stories Magazine.
Shaoyan Hu is a writer/translator for speculative fictions, born in Shanghai, China and currently living in Singapore. Since 2015, he has a few original short fictions and a YA novel published in China. In 2016, he won a gold award for the best new writer and a silver award for the best novella of Chinese Nebula Award. As a translator, he has translated several English novels into Chinese language, including A Song of Ice and Fireseries (by George R.R. Martin), The Southern Reach Trilogy (by Jeff VanderMeer), The City & The City (by China Miéville), The Scar (by China Miéville),The Iron Council (by China Miéville) and Marooned in Realtime (by Vernor Vinge). He also keeps a blog on Amazing Stories Magazine website, maundering about Chinese science fiction and Chinese fandoms.
Diving into the fire:
The third day into the fire, we saw miraculous scenes.
Having left the planet of Tau Ceti for more than thirty standard days, The Explorer was now in the atmosphere of the sun. The large displays in the bridge was showing images the detectors mounted outside the ship captured. They were the results of computer processing because the frequencies out there ranged from far infra to vacuum ultraviolet, most of which were not visible to human eyes. At first, everyone looked up at the displays from time to time, hoping to find something interesting. But the mess of colors told nothing but the currents of the particles surrounding the ship.
In the afternoon of the third standard day, I no longer cared about the displays, but focused on the data instead. The lights might confuse your eyes, but the data would not lie. At least the ones painstakingly collected by myself would not.
“Jesus!” Cried Grace. Everyone stopped working and looked up. She was staring into the largest display surface in the bridge, and now, so were all the others.
Among the frenziedly shuffling particles, the computer had rendered a patch of fuzzy cloud with the color of lavender. It was difficult to tell its shape. Depending on its motion and the angle of view, it might look like a cuttlefish, or a jellyfish, or just a sphere sporting different shades of pink. While we were gasping for air, more of its comrades appeared.