接下来转回第二章。一开头就惨得不行——
The fact of the matter was this: Barricade was not built to ingest solids.
Nearly there. The blue and black mechanoid made a horrific sound and heaved again, doubling over with his shoulder pressed against the wall for support. Six megacycles to go.
Two hours ago he’d gone insane. The agony had reached the point where he needed to put something in his body, and so, with very little cognitive decision involved, Barricade had begun consuming the only thing available:
Himself.
事实是：Barricade的构造不能吞咽固体。
差不多了。蓝黑色的TF发出一阵可怕的声音，又开始呕吐，不得不痛苦的弯下腰去，肩膀按在墙上支撑的身体。还有六个大循环。
两小时前，他疯了。巨大的痛苦达到了一个临界点，他必须要往身体里放些什么，于是，抱着不得不如此的小小决心，Barricade开始大口啃食他唯一的东西：
他自己。
（TAT Barricade已经饿的发疯，开始自己吃自己，然后身体接受不了又开始呕吐）
Cybertronian construction and design did little when it came to devouring solids. Their matter-to-energy conversion capabilities were for the most part limited to liquids and demi-solids – gels and the like.
赛博坦人的设计是不能吞咽固体而只能接受能量流体。
So when he began to rip off and swallow bits of his armor in his wild attempts at ending the burning misery, it should have come as no surprise that it began to come back up almost immediately. Barricade wasn’t sure which was worse; the pain of starving, the sharp ache of tearing himself apart, or the sensation of his body violently rejecting the bits after he’d gotten them down.
Won’t be trying that again.
所以当他撕掉然后吞下一小块手臂装甲，企图停止燃烧般的痛苦，并不是很意外的，身体立刻就有了排斥反应。Barricade不确定哪个更糟：饥饿的剧痛，那尖锐渴望的痛苦把他切开，或者感受自己的身体粗暴的排斥、扔出他刚吞下去的东西。
他可不会再试一次了。
Barricade slid down the length of the wall, shaking, his legs folding up beneath him as he sat. Death could not grace him with its presence any sooner, could it? Detached, the Decepticon tuned inwards as he looked over the chewed up and destroyed armor plating covering his arms. His cooling system was gone. Soon, the fluid pump and nerve distribution arrangement would begin to wane and Barricade would be left with but a brain. He’d have just enough nerve activity to feel the suffocating, spiking throb of being housed inside a body without a beating heart. That thought scared him infinitesimally; the Decepticon would be aware of every second that passed as his spark wailed and thrashed in its death throes before finally collapsing on itself and ceasing to utterly exist.
All for the sake of his people, his race, his leader, and his cause.
Barricade沿着墙壁慢慢滑下，摇晃着坐下，腿折在身下。死亡难道就不能来得快点，让他的荣光早点实现么？超然的，他转而冷漠的注视着手上刚刚被自己嚼过的破碎装甲。他的冷却系统已经停止。没多久，燃料泵和神经网控制系统也会越来越衰弱，Barricade会被搁在这儿，只剩一个大脑。他还会有足够的活性神经去体验窒息、尖锐的抽痛，那种被困在一个没有心跳的躯体中的感觉。这样的前景有那么一点吓到他了；Barricade将会被迫感受他的火种在死亡中嘶嚎哭喊的每一秒，直到火种完全崩溃，终止存在。
这全都是为了他身后的人们，他的种族，他的领袖，还有他的原则。
In an isolated fashion, the captive found it horrifying that he was the living countdown clock to his own death. Barricade knew enough about starvation to understand how it was going to go and usually in what order.
在孤独中，俘虏终于发现倒数自己的死亡是多么可怕。关于饥饿衰竭而死的知识Barricade知道得足够多，他明白整个过程是怎么进行的，顺序是怎样的。
Oh, but the articles he had read on the subject just didn’t word it right! They stated that the incident of starvation was uniquely painful; Barricade felt an undeniable urge to hunt down whoever it was that was responsible for that article and beat them over the head with something heavy. “Uniquely painful” was a terribly dulled down way of stating what he felt like. It was more like…rip-your-own-spark-out-and-eat-it. It was like screaming until your vocal processes shorted out and your voicebox exploded. It was like white-hot smoldering stabbing bits of metal rendering torment and crying and the psychological wretchedness of knowing when and how I AM GOING TO DIE!
Panic grappled his mind and refused to let go; the comparatively small Decepticon launched to his feet and gripped the sides of his helm, howling in absolute despair. The sound itself was not a scream, it was not a yell, but instead a shriek of pain and destitution, a high-pitched mechanical wail that made the surviving cellmates wince and shrink away.
噢，但他看过的文章描写的还不对！他们说饥饿衰竭而死会伴随罕见的痛苦；Barricade简直想往写文章的人头上砸任何重物。“罕见的痛苦”是个含混不清的该死表达，根本难以联想到他现在真正的感觉。那更像是……把－你－自－己－的－火－种－扯－出－来－然－后－吃－下－去。那就像是尖叫，尖叫直到你的发声器短路，音频接收器爆炸。那就像是烧的白热的金属块扎入身体的折磨还有哭叫还有芯里的巨大沮丧因为太过清楚的了解什么时候什么方式我会死！
恐慌和他的神智扭打成一团，拒绝离开；那小霸天虎（Barricade的体积在霸天虎中相当迷你，似乎除了Frenzy之外他就是最small的一个了。因为他不过是辆福特野马，而周围全是飞机坦克）猛蹬出双腿，手紧握在头盔两边，在完全的绝望中高声哀嚎。那不是尖叫，不是呼嚎，而是剧痛和一无所有的尖声嘶叫，锐利、高音的电子声哭啸，让其他牢房里还活着的俘虏听到了都畏缩。
而那个折磨他的家伙表现则是——Willbreaker just laughed.
面对Barricade的惨状，Willbreaker只是高声大笑。Barricade在芯中极度痛恨这个以别人的痛苦为乐的伪汽车人。他极度痛恨他的笑声。
Willbreaker继续诱惑Barricade和他交换情报，而Barricade继续嘴硬。但是这回，似乎他连嘴硬的能量都不太够了——
“To the smelter with the lot of…with the lot of...”
A shiver of cruel pleasure ran up the length of Willbreaker’s main neuro-network cable as Barricade found himself suddenly weakened. The prisoner’s defensive posture sank in exhaustion, and little more than a plaintive whine escaped from his vocal processes to finish the sentence.
“熔成渣吧你们这帮……你们这帮……”
当Barricade发现他自己突然变得极为虚弱，一阵残酷的愉悦颤抖着滑过Willbreaker的神经网电缆。囚徒原本的防御姿态终于在精疲力竭中土崩瓦解，想要说的句子后半段成了音频里泄露出的虚弱而震惊的呻吟。
——Barricade能量不足的瘫软下去。Willbreaker趁机再度说了一大堆给我情报就给你能量云云，而且这回，他还加了个残酷的陷阱——希望。
“You have proven resilient and defiant, loyal to your leader and cause,” murmured Willbreaker, just softly. “Everyone else whom I have dealt with here had broken long before now; impressive, Barricade. Very impressive.”
“What if I gave to you my word that if you tell me everything you know, not only will you get the energon you so desperately need, but on my word of honor I will let you go.”
“你已经证实了自己敢于公然挑衅我的胆量和尊严，以及对你的原则和首领的忠诚。”Willbreaker柔声说到，“每一个我亲自料理的霸天虎早在这个阶段前就会崩溃，真是感人至深啊Barricade，感人至深。”
“我承诺，如果你告诉我你知道的一切，我不但会给你你拼命想要得到的能量块，而且我以我的荣誉起誓，我会放你走。”
——然而Barricade简直就是《红岩》里的江姐（这比喻……），仍旧不为所动。
有一段描写：多少人都在这崩溃的临界点上投降了，然而Barricade没有。Barricade的训练涉猎广泛，也许就包括了现在的情况。Willbreaker似乎忘记了一个可能性，那就是Barricade的精神到死都不可被摧毁。集中营里的每个霸天虎都被时刻和死亡栓在一起，他们全都说出了情报，而目前为止，Barricade只吐露了他的军籍。
Barricade slid down into a sitting position, letting his helm roll around his shoulders. “Willbreaker, still you try,” he managed weakly. “Six megacycles left in his game. Maybe a little less, if I’m lucky.”
“You will choose death over life, and for what?” The Autobot commander stepped closer to the bars. “For honor? For your race? For your leader? Why?”
“For loyalty. Something you know nothing about.”
Barricade瘫软的坐了下去，任由自己的头在肩膀上摇晃。“Willbreaker，你还在尝试，”他虚弱的说，“游戏还剩六个大循环的时间。可能还要再少点，如果我够幸运。”
“比起生命，你宁可选择死亡，而这是为了什么？”汽车人指挥官走得更靠近能量栅栏，“为了荣誉？为了你的种族？为了你的领袖？为什么？”
“为了忠诚。你对那一无所知。”
——Willbreaker被死硬的Barricade暂时气走了。Barricade一个人在牢里继续等死。
Barricade躺下来看着天花板，因为意识不清，在他眼中天花板的金属线已经像万花筒一般了。
Barricade就这么看着天花板，然后出现了我最感动（很突然）的一句——
The stars were just beyond that, weren’t they? Millions of them.
而星星就在那上头，对不对？数百万的星辰。
（看到这里，我一方面被Barricade如此逆境中还能想到牢房之外群星闪耀的光景而感动，另一方面，我很伤心的发现，这貌似是死前的回光返照）
Some of which he’d even visited before or flown past among his numerous voyages amidst the dark and silent depths of space. The prisoner remembered, and remembered well the majority of his experiences, and as a final self-mercy, Barricade shuttered his optics and forced everything current from his mind, focusing on things past.
He thought of home. He mused on the politics he’d once been involved in. On things that had once interested him and still did. Barricade remembered things he’d never get to see again, simple things, most, such as watching a stars end in a violent cacophony of matter, energy, and light. Even things so simple as mathematical equations. To distract himself from the countdown, he brought up numbers and signs and symbols and went over them in his head, examining things he’d memorized; theorems and physics, ranging from simple math to highly advanced. He’d always enjoyed physics and mathematical science…
有些星星他曾经探访过，有些在他漫长的航向宇宙那黑暗寂静的深处时曾经掠过。囚徒还记得，记得十分清楚，自己的大部分旅程，作为最后的自我安慰，他关上光学镜，思维专注于自己的意识，专注于过去。
他想起了家。他沉浸在自己曾潜心研究的政治中。沉浸在他曾感兴趣而现在也关注的事物中。Barricade记得那些他从未想看过第二眼的东西，平凡的事物，最多的，像是看着一颗星辰在强烈的刺耳嘈杂声中陨落，能量，还有光。甚至简单得就像数学方程般的事物。为了让自己从倒数上分心，他开始回忆数字、符号、标记，让它们掠过思维，测试自己还记得多少物理和数学的定理，从简单的到高等的。他总是很乐于沉浸在物理和数学的钻研中……
高级科学官沉浸在理科的世界时，突然听到有人在叫他。他还以为是谁故意打断他的畅想，好让他专注于现实的痛苦，然而他睁开眼，坐起来，却真的看到了身边多出来一个TF。而且还是个他认识的TF——
“Deadbolt?”
这个TF是他死去已久的老朋友。Barricade的前任长官，和他一样是突袭特警。整个装甲都是死时残破不堪的可怕模样。
嗯，在饥饿衰竭的剧痛中，Barricade已经开始——见鬼了。幻视。
Barricade一边偷偷嘲笑着自己的幻听和幻视，一边还是和死人开始聊天。
终于，气氛还是沉重下来了，这还是Barricade第一次肯表现出对死亡的恐惧，低着头说话都结巴了——
“What..what is it like?”
“那……那是什么感觉？”
“What, being dead? Eh…it ain’t so bad. Not really. Gets boring sometimes.It ain’t the horrid pits of molten rock and acid that the Autobots try to scare us with.”
“什么？死掉？嗯……也不算很糟。真的不。只是有时会无聊。并没有汽车人吓唬我们的那样像岩浆和酸腐蚀那么恐怖。”
“So it isn’t that bad?”
“所以也不算很糟？”
“Yeah. Ain’t nothing to be afraid of, my friend.”
“对。没什么好怕的，我的朋友。”
（可恶有那么一点被催泪了……）
A long silence set about the pair, the dead and the soon-to-be-such, as they both contemplated various subjects of diverse interests.
“Hey..’Cade?”
Barricade lifted his helm and focused on the dead Decepticon keeping him company. “Yeah?”
Deadbolt looked at him with a sorrowful stare, black optics weeping bereavement for his friend’s predicament. “I want…I want you to have something of mine that I never shoulda taken with me.”
Concerned, the blue and black offroader tilted his head. “What’s that?” asked Barricade.
一阵长长的沉默降临在二人间，死去的，和将要死去的，他们都各自思考着各种各样的问题。
“嗨……Cade？”
Barricade抬起头，看着陪伴着自己，让自己有个伴的过世霸天虎。“嗯？”
Deadblod充满悔痛的看着他，黑色的光学镜为他朋友的处境而流下了泪水。“我想……我想给你件我的东西，我从来就不该带着它。”
蓝黑的离路者有些担忧的抬头。“什么东西？”Barricade问到。
——Deadbolt打开Barricade的手，放下一块黑色的水晶。Barricade认出，那是他的老友曾寸不离身、随身携带的护身符。
“My fortune ran out on it,” Deadbolt lamented softly. “But you still got a chance.”
Barricade shook his head, but closed his hand around the stone. “Not really. I’ll be seeing you soon, Deadbolt.”
The deceased one smiled again, though his grin was cheerless. “Yeah. Look me up, ‘Cade.”
Right before of his optics, Deadbolt vanished into thin air, no more than a memory.
“它给我的幸运已经耗尽了，”Deadbolt柔声哀悼，“而你还有机会。”
Barricade摇摇头，但合起了护着石头的手。“并不全对。我很快就会去见你了，Deadbolt。”
已故的特警再次微笑了，尽管他的笑容中没有喜悦。“嗯。记得看看我，Cade。”
在他的光学镜前，Deadbolt融解在空气中消失了，就像他仅仅是个回忆。
第二章就此结束。饿到企图吃自己，终于因为衰竭死去而陷入恐慌，继续为了忠诚宁死不屈，“开看了”一般想到牢房之外的星辰，回忆过去的星际航程、家乡、自己所钟爱的数理研究，幻视见到死人，收下死者的护身符。嗯，俺最感动的一章结束了。
接下来第三章，回光返照，更多关于霸天虎同伴和担任报应号驾驶员时的星际航程的回忆，还有现实中更加惨无人道的折磨，只剩下两个大循环的生命末路——
第三章我就没有翻译了。反正结尾令人印象深刻，Barricade被灌肠，好惨好惨……我也不知道剩两个大循环生命的路障兄到底结局如何。FF上的原文作者坑了，目前没有更新。
啊，就是因为这文，我买了路障的D级模型，可以经常拆他。（喂
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