"A long novella, Zhang Zhong got off to a good start!"
In the live broadcast room, Hu Gang couldn't help but slap the table and shouted loudly.
Those who shouted after him were also the viewers who were watching the live broadcast.
The barrages on the screen have been flooding like crazy.
【Spread flowers, sprinkle flowers!】
【Spread flowers.】
【If approved, history will be made. 】
[Congratulations to the Chinese for winning the Nebula Award for the first time.]
[I went and actually gave you a prize.]
[Now that there is a guaranteed prize, the rest doesn’t matter.]
[How can it be indifferent, I must win the long-form award, long novels are still not enough.]
【Come on, get two awards at once.】
【Three will do.】
[Haha, that’s too much. There’s only one award left. 】
[Although there is one prize left, we can win it in a tie.]
【it's out of the question.】
[Yes, this kind of thing has never happened before. 】
[Humans, if you don’t have dreams, what’s the difference between you and salted fish? 】
…
Hu Gang collected his emotions and then said, "Congratulations to Zhang Zhong, congratulations to "I, Robot". The moment the award-winning work came out of Penny Austin's mouth, a new historical record was presented to people.
, Zhang Zhong not only became the first Chinese writer in history to win the Nebula Award, but also broke Thomas Alder Hewelt's record of thirty-one years and five months, becoming the youngest Nebula in history
Award winner. This moment will be recorded in the history of world science fiction and will also be engraved on the honor list of Chinese science fiction. Last year will also open a new era of Chinese science fiction. From now on, the Nebula Award will no longer be
It is an untouchable star hanging over the heads of Chinese fantasy literature... Let us congratulate Zhang Zhong together, this moment belongs to Zhang Zhong and to Chinese fantasy literature!"
When he finished the last sentence, Hu Gang's eyes were even a little moist. Although the manuscript was prepared in advance, reading it at this moment made people feel very emotional. He was also relieved that the manuscript he prepared was finally read out.
Already.
In fact, there are several manuscripts in front of him, all prepared to deal with different situations. He even prepared a manuscript for Zhang Zhong to win three awards. But it's a pity that this manuscript is destined to be useless. Let's read it now
Can another manuscript for two awards be used?
When Zhang Zhong stood up from his seat, the reasons for winning the award were also played on the radio.
"First, robots must not harm people, nor must they stand idly by while people are being harmed. Second, robots should obey all orders from people..."
I have to say that the person who wrote this award-winning reason really tried to save trouble and directly copied the three laws of robotics from "I, Robot".
But what has to be said is that this reason for awarding the award seems more convincing.
Since the release of "I, Robot", as time goes by, although there have been more and more criticisms of the three laws of robotics, the "Law of True Fragrance" has been activated, and many writers can't help but quote it when writing novels about robots.
Although some people have made changes to these three laws, the core has not changed.
Because even if someone comes up with the Four Laws or the Five Laws, after everyone sees it, they will still think of the Three Laws.
Because he had not rehearsed in advance, Zhang Zhong had not yet stepped onto the podium after the broadcast, and his timing was not accurate.
Penny Austin stood on the awards stage and looked at Zhang Zhong with a smile.
When he walked up to the front and was about to shake hands with the award presenter, Penny Austin came up to him and gave him a heart-warming hug.
Zhang Zhong couldn't push her away, and he didn't have the ability to shrink his bones, so he could only endure being hit by the raging waves.
He had to lament that if he hugged Penny Austin, he would probably be scolded to death tomorrow. After all, women have such privileges at this time.
"Congratulations, pz, you can think about my previous proposal carefully."
Zhang Zhong left her embrace, took a slight step back to keep his distance from her, "Congratulations to you too."
Penny shrugged her shoulders, handed the medal to Zhang Zhong, and then she stepped back, leaving the stage to Zhang Zhong.
Zhang Zhong held the microphone and said with a smile, "This trophy looks better in person than in the photo. Thank you to the organizing committee for awarding this award to me. I will definitely put it in the most conspicuous place in my room when I go back."
This time Zhang Zhong did not prepare an acceptance speech, but just acted casually. After praising the trophy, he continued, "Last year was an incredible year, because my first science fiction novel was published at the beginning of last year, and at that time
, I had no way of thinking that at this time of year I would be standing in the highest palace of fantasy literature to receive the award. Thank you for giving such recognition to a newcomer, and I will definitely continue to work hard to create more and better works.
If possible, I hope to come again this time next year. Finally, I would like to thank my family, my friends, and all the readers who support me. Thank you."
The acceptance speech was very short, and Zhang Zhong spoke very quickly, probably only lasting about forty seconds.
The organizing committee did not specify the length of each person's acceptance speech. Penny Austin, who preceded Zhang Zhong, took seven or eight minutes to finish her acceptance speech, which was more than ten times as long as Zhang Zhong's.
After finishing speaking, Zhang Zhong was about to go down with the trophy, but was stopped by the host.
"Pz, please stay. You still have one more task, which is to help announce the next award - the Outstanding Novel Award."
Zhang Zhong was a little surprised, because the organizing committee had not told him about this matter beforehand. Logically speaking, since he was a guest presenting an award, he should have been notified in advance. Is the Nebula Award so casual?
But since he said it, Zhang Zhong couldn't refuse, so he returned to the microphone.
The host handed over an envelope and said, "The winning works are on the card inside the envelope. After reading the shortlisted works, you can just announce the awards."
Zhang Dian nodded, "Okay, got it."
He looked at the envelope in his hand, and the card was inside. He could have taken it out immediately to see what the winning work was, but he did not do so. Instead, he held the microphone and said, "Okay, let's take a look now.
Which works are shortlisted for the Outstanding Novel Award?"
There are a total of eight works shortlisted for the Outstanding Novel Award, including two by Zhang Zhong, namely "Flowers for Algernon" and "Dune".
After Zhang Zhong led everyone to read all eight works, he turned around, opened the envelope, and took out the card.
The moment he took out the card, the live broadcast camera gave him a big close-up.
Zhang Zhong raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.
People watching the live broadcast were very nervous at this time. They didn't know what Zhang Zhong saw.
Hu Gang swallowed his saliva, "Zhang Zhong has already opened the envelope containing the list of winners. It can be seen from his expression that he already knows what the winning works are, but apart from some surprise on his face, it really looks like
If nothing else comes out, there will be no joy and no disappointment."
Everyone stared at Zhang Zhong's face, waiting for his answer.
Zhang Zhong looked at the card and said calmly into the microphone, "The work that won the Outstanding Novel Award is - Dune."