右→容「字（空白）小」，根海科幻短篇〈混沌〉所改：
原文表在中副刊。以下原文：
「深呼吸，深呼吸…放你的身…放每一根手指…」
「放左右大腿…左右小腿…每一根指…放你的…肩膀…深呼吸…再深呼吸…」
「想像自己看到前面有一道光…倒…十…九…八…七…」「回到前，回到前…很小很小的候…」
他的眼皮沈重，到催眠的音有如山谷的 ，意逐朦，穿梭在光的迷，著那柔呼，回到前，回到非常久、非常久的前…
在他的意入半朦半清醒的。於是，使是小候 玩的一偶然的跌跤，地上石的子，是爸爸在夜色迷人的庭院，抓著他的小手星星著的有歌的小，他是得，是得，清清楚楚的身其境，而著童年往事。有如唱找到了古老的路，出原音。
「哇哇，」他哭了，是一串稚嫩般的音。他才生出， 的身，母柔迷人的眼神看著他，有微笑的亮的，有如煦和可的光。
光回流，他就像生下，拚命的鼓著胸部呼吸，大哭不 止。士把他放入透明的保箱，多降生的娃娃也在各自的玻璃房子，息的呼吸……
「再回到更的前，越出生以前吧…回到出生以前的多年…」
催眠的像的呢喃和息，催促著，他意的焦距固定了，於看到了一的日，正近海平，在海天接之 散射道霞光。
在，他是瘦弱年的爸爸，扶著太太和子，在的逃人群，巴望著即港的船，突然， 上嗡嗡嗡著，一群日的低空掠，一炸掉下， 眼前一片血光和暗黑。
「哦，我被炸死了！」 他很恐的叫了起，至嚎啕大哭 ，那是某前世一次悲的死亡的。
「在的洪流中，每一世代的人生有如一又一的幻泡影 。」催眠的音如般的柔，穿越了他的意底，他感受 到婉的推力，把他入的的漩中。
「再往前去吧！探索生命的最初底吧！一百年，一年 ，百年…」
眼前似乎是洪荒代，到都是穿著皮的原始人，大家聚集在 山洞。「他」在是一挺著大肚子的女人，在熊熊的火光中---
「她」靠坐在岩壁，腿，等待生，而後，外面一吼叫喊 ，名穿著皮的男人，和面的男人一，她 被的族人走了，在半路上她感到自己的下腹部爆裂，血流如 柱，她整身乎被撕了。
「可的生命，做人的苦楚吧，再往前越去，千年， 一年，十年…」
「它」在是一株在海底火山口的植物，在它被大小摧之後，脆弱得扎呼喊的力都有了。
「再往宇宙的本源深倒退疾行吧！意再努力…再努力…到最 初的三分，分，一分……回到宇宙的端…了解造的吧！」
在它是垠的空中以光速般倒退回流的粒子，朝著光的中心，它感到身火，就在抵箭的起源之，催眠 者的音要求它「越端」，意的面有如掉源的 成了空白。
已是第Ｎ次的，是有法越那最初的混沌。（完）
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( 本文表於中《人副刊》1993.5.16；《科月刊》2006年ｘ月）
海：〈有有起？〉有科背景的，《科人》的文章：↓
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Void（混沌）
Author（原著）: Hwang Hai ( 海)
Traslator( 者） : Chiang Tsu-chien（祖茜）
“Take deep breaths, deep breaths…relax your body…relax every finger…”
“Relax your left and right thighs…left and right lower legs…every toe…relax your forehead…shoulders…take a deep breath…another deep breath…”
“Imagine there’s a beam of light in front of you…now count down…ten…nine…eight…seven…”
“Go back to the past, back to the past…when you were very, very young…”
Little by little his eyelids grew heavy, the voice of the hypnotist like the sound of the wind from a distant valley, his consciousness gradually dimming; traveling through the mists of time, following the soft, gentle call, back to the past, back to the past long, long ago…
Now his consciousness had entered into half soberness and half haziness. Thus, even an accidental fall in childhood when playing around, the shape and color of a few stones on the ground, the tunes with no lyrics his parents would hum when they held his small hand and counted the stars on a charming night in the yard, he still remembered, remembered, as if he were personally experiencing those events as clear as day, telling the childhood bygones. It was as if the stylus had found its groove of age-old memories, producing the original sound.
“Waa….waa…” He was crying, a long series of baby-like delicate sounds. He has just been born, just departed his mother’s body. With gentle, charming eyes his mother gazed upon him, and when she smiled her glowing face was like the warm, lovely sun.
Flowing back in time, it was as if he had just been born, bulging his chest as he struggled to breathe and crying nonstop. The nurse placed him in the transparent infant incubator. Many other just-born babies were also in their glass houses, quietly breathing…
“Go further back into the past, before your birth…go back to the many years before your birth…”
The words of the hypnotist were like the whispers and sighs of the wind, urging him on.
His consciousness focused, he finally saw the glorious red sun nestling in on the sea level, scattering brilliant rays of light from where the sky melted into the sea.
Now he was a young father of a thin build, holding and supporting his wife and two beloved sons as they crowded into the crowd of refugees beside the pier, anxiously waiting for the incoming ships. Suddenly, loud humming sounded from above: a troop of planes with red sun marks swooped lowa bomb
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