At seven in the morning something phantasmal, something almost absurdly unreal that he knew was his mortal body, went out with seven other prisoners and two guards to work on the camp roads.

早上七点，他知道自己必死的身体出现了一种幻觉，一种几乎荒谬的不真实的东西，与其他七名囚犯和两名警卫一起出去在营地的道路上工作。

He gazed over the edge into the blue-black emptiness. The drop was phantasmal; perhaps as much as a mile. He wondered if he would be allowed to descend it and inspect the valley civilization that had been talked of.

他越过边缘凝视着蓝黑色的空虚。下降是幻觉；也许多达一英里。他不知道是否可以让他下山去考察一下之前谈过的山谷文明。