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第一篇我是传奇小说:我是传奇原版小说结局

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　　我是传奇原版小说结局
　　SOUND; A MURMURED RUSTLE in the air. Robert Neville coughed weakly, then grimaced as the pain filled his chest. A bubbling groan passed his lips and his head rolled slightly on the flat pillow. The sound grew stronger, it became a rumbling mixture of noises. His hands drew in slowly at his sides. Why didn"t they take the fire off his chest? He could feel hot coals dropping through openings in his flesh. Another groan, agonized and breathless, twitched his graying lips. Then his eyes fluttered open.
　　He stared at the rough plaster ceiling for a full minute without blinking. Pain ebbed and swelled in his chest with an endless, nerve-clutching throb. His face remained a taut, lined mask of resistance to the pain. If he relaxed for a second, it enveloped him completely; he had to fight it. For the first few minutes he could only struggle with the pain, suffering beneath its hot stabbing. Then, after a while, his brain began to function; slowly, like a machine faltering, starting and stopping, turning and jamming gears.
　　Where am I? It was his first thought. The pain was awful. He looked down at his chest and saw that it was bound with a wide bandage, a great, moist spot of red rising and falling jerkily in the middle of it. He closed his eyes and swallowed. I"m hurt, he thought. I"m hurt badly. His mouth and throat felt powdery dry. Where am I, what am I...
　　Then he remembered; the dark men and the attack on his house. And he knew where he was even before he turned his head slowly, achingly, and saw the barred windows across the tiny cubicle. He looked at the windows for a long time, face tight, teeth clenched together. The sound was outside; the rushing, confused sound.
　　He let his head roll back on the pillow and lay staring at the ceiling. It was hard to understand the moment on its own terms. Hard to believe it wasn"t all a nightmare. Over three years alone in his house. Now this.
　　But he couldn"t doubt the sharp, shifting pain in his chest and he couldn"t doubt the way the moist, red spot kept getting bigger and bigger. He closed his eyes. I"m going to die, he thought.
　　He tried to understand that. But that didn"t work either. In spite of having lived with death all these years, in spite of having walked a tightrope of bare existence across an endless maw of death—in spite of that he couldn"t understand it. Personal death still was a thing beyond comprehension.
　　He was still on his back when the door behind him opened.
　　He couldn"t turn; it hurt too much. He lay there and listened to footsteps approach the bed, then stop. He looked up but the person hadn"t come into view yet. My executioner, he thought, the justice of this new society. He closed his eyes and waited.
　　The shoes moved again until he knew the person was by the cot. He tried to swallow but his throat was too dry. He ran his tongue over his lips.
　　"Are you thirsty?"
　　He looked up with dulled eyes at her and suddenly his heart began throbbing. The increased blood flow made the pain billow up and swallow him for a moment. He couldn"t cut off the groan of agony. He twisted his head on the pillow, biting his lips and clutching at the blanket feverishly. The red spot grew bigger.
　　She was on her knees now, patting perspiration from his brow, touching his lips with a cool, wet cloth. The pain began to subside slowly and her face came into gradual focus. Neville lay motionless, staring at her with pain-filled eyes.
　　"So," he finally said.
　　She didn"t answer. She got up and sat on the edge of the bed. She patted his brow again. Then she reached over his head and he heard her pouring water into a glass.
　　The pain dug razors into him as she lifted his head a little so he could drink. This is what they must have felt when the pikes went into them, he thought. This cutting, biting agony, the escape of life"s blood.
　　His head fell back on the pillow:
　　"Thank you," he murmured.
　　She sat looking down, at him, a strange mixture of sympathy and detachment on her face. Her reddish hair was drawn back into a tight cluster behind her head and clipped there. She looked very clean-cut and self-possessed.
　　"You wouldn"t believe me, would you?" she said.
　　A little cough puffed out his cheeks. His mouth opened and he sucked in some of the damp morning air.
　　"I ... believed you," he said.
　　"Then why didn"t you go?"
　　He tried, to speak but the words jumbled together. His throat moved and he drew in another faltering breath.
　　"I ... couldn"t," he muttered. "I almost went several times. Once I even packed and ... started out. But I couldn"t, I couldn"t ... go. I was too used to the ... the house. It was a habit, just... just like the habit of living. I got... used to it."
　　Her eyes ran over his sweat-greased face and she pressed her lips, together as she patted his forehead again.
　　"It"s too late now," she said then. "You know that, don"t you?"
　　Something clicked in his throat as he swallowed.
　　"I know," he said.
　　He tried to smile but his lips only twitched.
　　"Why did you fight them?" she said. "They had orders to bring you in unharmed. If you hadn"t fired at them they wouldn"t have harmed you."
　　His throat, contracted.
　　"What difference . . ." he gasped.
　　His eyes closed and he gritted his teeth tightly to force back the pain.
　　When he opened them again she was still there. The expression on her face had not changed.
　　His smile was weak and tortured.
　　"Your ... your society is ... certainly a fine one," he gasped. "Who are those ... those gangsters who came to get me? The ... the council of justice?"
　　Her look was dispassionate. She"s changed, he thought suddenly.
　　"New societies are always primitive," she answered. "You should know that. In a way we"re like a revolutionary group—repossessing society by violence. It"s inevitable. Violence is no stranger to you. You"ve killed. Many times."
　　"Only to ... to survive."
　　"That"s exactly why we"re killing," she said calmly. "To survive. We can"t allow the dead to exist beside the living. Their brains are impaired, they exist for only one purpose. They have to be destroyed. As one who killed the dead and the living, you know that."
　　The deep breath he took made the pain wrench at his insides. His eyes were stark with pain as he shuddered. It"s got to end soon, he thought. I can"t stand much more of this. No, death did not frighten him. He didn"t understand it, but he didn"t fear it either.
　　The swelling pain sank down and the clouds passed from his eyes. He looked up at her calm face.
　　"I hope so," he said. "But ... but did you see their faces when they ... they killed?" His throat moved convulsively. "Joy," he mumbled. "Pure joy."
　　Her smile was thin and withdrawn. She has changed, he thought, entirely.
　　"Did you ever see your face," she asked, "when you killed?" She patted his brow with the cloth. "I saw it-.—remember? It was frightening. And you weren"t even killing then, you were just chasing me."
　　He closed his eyes. Why am I listening to her? he thought. She"s become a brainless convert to this new violence.
　　"Maybe you did see joy on their faces," she said. "It"s not surprising. They"re young. And they are killers—assigned killers, legal killers. They"re respected for their killing, admired for it. What can you expect from them? They"re only fallible men. And men can learn to enjoy killing. That"s an old story, Neville. You know that."
　　He looked up at her. Her smile was the tight, forced smile of a woman who was trying to forgo being a woman in favor of her dedication.
　　"Robert Neville," she said, "the last of the old race."
　　His face tightened.
　　"Last?" he muttered, feeling the heavy sinking of utter loneliness in him.
　　"As far as we know," she said casually. "You"re quite unique, you know. When you"re gone, there won"t be anyone else like you within our particular society."
　　He looked toward the window.
　　"Those are ... people ... outside," he said.
　　She nodded. "They"re waiting." "For my death?"
　　"For your execution," she said.
　　He felt himself tighten as he looked up at her.
　　"You"d better hurry," he said, without fear, with a sudden defiance in his hoarse voice.
　　They looked at each other for a long moment. Then something seemed to give in her. Her face grew blank.
　　"I knew it," she said softly. "I knew you wouldn"t be afraid."
　　Impulsively she put her hand over his.
　　"When I first heard that they were ordered to your house, I was going to go there and warn you. But then I knew that if you were still there, nothing would make you go. Then I was going to try to help you escape after they brought you in. But they told me you"d been shot and I knew that escape was impossible too."
　　A smile flitted over her lips.
　　"I"m glad you"re not afraid," she said. "You"re very brave." Her voice grew soft. "Robert."
　　They were silent and he felt her hand tighten on his.
　　"How is it you can ... come in here?" he asked then.
　　"I"m a ranking officer in the new society," she said.
　　His hand stirred under hers.
　　"Don"t ... let it get . . ." He coughed up blood. "Don"t let it get ... too brutal. Too heartless."
　　"What can I—" she started, then stopped. She smiled at him. "I"ll try," she said.
　　He couldn"t go on. The pain was getting worse. It twisted and turned like a clutching animal in his body.
　　Ruth leaned over him.
　　"Robert," she said, "listen to me. They mean to execute you. Even though you"re wounded. They have to. The people have been out there all night, waiting. They"re terrified of you, Robert, they hate you. And they want your life."
　　She reached up quickly and unbuttoned her blouse. Reaching under her brassiere, she took out a tiny packet and pressed it into his right palm.
　　"It"s all I can do, Robert," she whispered, "to make it easier. I warned you, I told you to go." Her voice broke a little. "You just can"t fight so many, Robert."
　　"I know." The words were gagging sounds in his throat.
　　For a moment she stood over his bed, a look of natural compassion on her face. It was all a pose, he thought, her coming in and being so official. She was afraid to be herself. I can understand that.
　　Ruth bent over him and her cool lips pressed on his.
　　"You"ll be with her soon," she murmured hastily.
　　Then she straightened up, her lips pressed together tightly. She buttoned the two top buttons of her blouse. A moment longer she looked down at him. Then her eyes glanced at his right hand.
　　"Take them soon," she murmured, and turned away quickly.
　　He heard her footsteps moving across the floor. Then the door was shutting and he heard the sound of it being locked. He closed his eyes and felt warm tears pushing out from beneath the lids. Good-bye, Ruth.
　　Good-bye, everything.
　　Then, suddenly, he drew in a quick breath. Bracing himself, he pushed himself up to a sitting position. He refused to let himself collapse at the burning pain that exploded in his chest. Teeth grating together, he stood up on his feet. For a moment he almost fell, but, catching his balance, he stumbled across the floor on vibrating legs he could hardly feel.
　　He fell against the window and looked out.
　　The street was filled with people. They milled and stirred in the gray light of morning, the sound of their talking like the buzzing of a million insects.
　　He looked out over the people, his left hand gripping the bars with bloodless fingers, his eyes fever-lit.
　　Then someone saw him.
　　For a moment there was an increased babbling of voices, a few startled cries.
　　Then sudden silence, as though a heavy blanket had fallen over their heads. They all stood looking up at him with their white faces. He stared back. And suddenly he thought, I"m the abnormal one now. Normalcy was a majority concept, the standard of many and not the standard of just one man.
　　Abruptly that realization joined with what he saw on their faces—awe, fear, shrinking horror—and he knew that they were afraid of him. To them he was some terrible scourge they had never seen, a scourge even worse than the disease they had come to live with. He was an invisible specter who had left for evidence of his existence the bloodless bodies of their loved ones. And he understood what they felt and did not hate them. His right hand tightened on the tiny envelope of pills. So long as the end did not come with violence, so long as it did not have to be a butchery before their eyes.
　　Robert Neville looked out over the new people of the earth. He knew he did not belong to them; he knew that, like the vampires, he was anathema and black terror to be destroyed. And, abruptly, the concept came, amusing to him even in his pain.
　　A coughing chuckle filled his throat. He turned and leaned against the wall while he swallowed the pills. Full circle, he thought while the final lethargy crept into his limbs. Full circle. A new terror born in death, a new superstition entering the unassailable fortress of forever.
　　I am legend.

第二篇我是传奇小说:《我是传奇》观后感优质范文精选

　　以前看过《我是传奇》这部电影，觉得很好，比同题材的电影拍得都要深刻，威尔史密斯的演技更是让我折服。但是，看了原作之后，才发现电影拍得其实不太好，甚至连名字“我是传奇”的深刻含义都没有揭示出来，电影更没有原作的一部分情节，还把原来的情节改编，情节远没有原作曲折有趣。
　　我是传奇这四个字是在小说的最后被揭示出来的，面对已经变异的人类，内斯特作为存活的最后正常人类，为了保全自己，不断残杀吸血鬼和应经变异的人类。却不知在变异的人类的眼里，他已经成为比吸血鬼还可怕的恶魔，在他们休息的白天进行残忍的屠杀。他作为他们上一代人类，成为了最后的传奇，变成了变异的人类的记忆里的恶魔，成为大人们吓唬小孩子的怪谈。面对成千上万的变异人类，作为正常的，在瘟疫里存活下来的人类，内斯特却成为异类，最终被抓，被处决，新人类们在欢呼雀跃，因为威胁他们的恶魔已经死去了，而且看着恶魔被处死的快感，让他们兴奋，嚎叫……
　　这部小说写得其实挺巧妙的，也挺耐人寻味的。同名电影里只表现出，内斯特作为幸存人类在他独自对抗瘟疫和吸血鬼时的艰辛，一个人的世界的孤独，无助，痛苦，长时间没有交流对象的苦闷……但是原著表现的东西更加深刻丰富，除了这份孤独之外，还有对待邪-恶的态度上，在我们心里某些人，某些势力，某些恶魔是可憎可恶，可打可杀的，但是在那些恶魔的眼里，被我们残忍的追杀，我们仿佛也是他们世界的怪物。世界本没有善恶，只有各种利益的驱使，每个人都有一本难念的经，有时不得以的伤害别人的利益来满足自己的需求。吸血鬼就是无奈之一，他们不得不靠吸食别人的血液来维持自己的生命。
　　你或许会说，吸血鬼是虚构的小说元素。我们可以变相一下，那小偷呢？强盗呢？他们为了自己的利益去损害别人……万事万物都有另一面啊，我们要学着多方位的考虑问题。

第三篇我是传奇小说:我是传奇观后感

　　《我是传奇》是一部于2007年上映的末世科幻电影，由法兰西斯·罗伦斯执导， 威尔·史密斯、 艾莉丝·布拉加和 莎莉·理查德森等联袂出演。影片于2007年12月14日在美国上映。下面小编为大家搜索整理了我是传奇观后感，希望对大家有所帮助。
　　我是传奇观后感1
　　《我是传奇》这个大片相信大家都看过，2007年上映，票房突破1亿美元，算得上是好莱坞又一大巨作了。
　　刚看到这个片子的时候有些不大适应，片头很短，只有一个新闻报告，随后马上切入主题，看是讲述威尔史密斯的故事。
　　片头刚开始时放的新闻讲的是病原体学家在妄想消除这个世界上的病毒，和想让人体机能变得无敌的时候，却没想到他们虽然消灭了一个病毒，又产生了一个比那个病毒强大的多的病毒，就是科氏病毒（第一次说成：哥，是病毒……）。
　　随后切入正题，威尔史密斯是个免疫力极强的人，他不仅是病原体学家，还是个战士，所以他没有被感染，但是为了拯救人类，只好和他的爱犬（一个人在这个半死不活的地方，换谁都会崩溃）。科氏病毒的中毒致死率的90%，也就是说全球60亿人有54亿人直接挂了，剩余的10%里又有99%变成了僵尸，类似于狂犬病患者，体质极强，攻击力极高，永远吃不饱，见人就吃（我不知道他为什么不吃僵尸？）动物对其有免疫能力，但是被咬后就也变成了那10%里的99%。
　　威尔史密斯抓了许多老鼠做实验，只有一个老鼠攻击性明显减弱，瞳孔收缩（感染科氏病毒的人瞳孔会放大，头发掉光，全身呈灰色），但是威尔史密斯主要研究的事如何将僵尸变成人类，所以用鲜血引诱了一个女僵尸到门口，用事先准备好的套索和汽车连起来，用汽车的重力把她拉了上去，身上盖个布（僵尸怕阳光，一晒就身体冒烟，然后要不被烫死，要不就经受不住折磨，自杀了。本身科氏病毒就是让人体机能变强，所以导致体温急剧上升，达到100度左右，还没被烫死，再来点阳光的热量，自杀算了，所以夜间行动，躲在阴暗的角落）可惜呀，威尔史密斯竟然逮了个丐帮帮主（我很习惯把僵尸群叫成丐帮）的老婆，这下丐帮帮主要发威了，他用模特做了个假人，放在路边，威尔史密斯以为是没有感染的真人，结果僵尸用同样的方法把他也逮着了，一直掉到夜里，威尔史密斯才清醒过来（绳索上有刀，插进了他的腿里，疼晕过去了），他马上拿出小刀割断了绳子，然后看看表，已经6：00多了，只有一束阳光还在隔离僵尸居住地和他，威尔史密斯叫上他的爱犬回到车里，可是爱犬发现了僵尸居住地里的僵尸，这时，丐帮帮主“率领”着他的三条“爱犬”冲了上去，被光束拦截着，但是光束已经很小很小，马上就要消失了，威尔史密斯见爱犬还没有回来，马上拿起枪准备进攻，还是晚了一步，僵尸的爱犬毕竟是身体机能很强大，所以一下把威尔史密斯的爱犬扑倒在地，可是威尔史密斯的狗也不是白养的，毕竟天天跟着自己训练，所以勉强没有让两条狗咬到自己，可是这时，另一条狗马上冲向威尔史密斯，威尔史密斯还在瞄着另两条狗，没注意到这边有敌人，也被扑倒了，而他的爱犬却急于救主人，放松了那两条狗的警惕，被狠狠地咬了一口，威尔史密斯看见自己的爱犬被“狗”咬了，顿时杀红了眼（毕竟威尔史密斯和爱犬在这个鬼地方相处了1001天，有了深厚的情谊，把他当做了“老伴”），拿起枪就开始疯狂扫射，结果顺利逃脱。
　　回到实验室，威尔史密斯发现他的爱犬开始瞳孔放大，出血，开始脱毛，皮肤变色，于是流着眼泪将它掐死了……
　　第二天，威尔史密斯把狗安葬了后，开始计划他的复仇行动，也是自杀行动，这有点像日本的神风敢死队，学着僵尸把一个和自己很像的模特放在“僵尸公寓”楼下，真正的他开着汽车停在不远处，等到晚上，僵尸成群结队地冲了出来，扑向模特，而威尔史密斯则开启所有车灯，然后踩死油门向僵尸冲去，一下撞死一群，嘴里大喊着“Die！！Die！！”……
　　计划失败，僵尸太多，但是被一个幸存的女人用激光灯救了。
　　一次威尔史密斯和那个女的一起钓鱼，那个女的的孩子下水游泳，突然说：“This water is too cold（这水太冷了）”威尔史密斯突发灵感，可以用低温把病毒杀死，于是把那个丐帮帮主的老婆下面放着一堆冰块，体温骤降，心率明显变慢，开始长毛，可惜丐帮帮主也来抢老婆来了，这个房子虽然窗户是防弹的，楼是混凝土的，门是防火防爆放毒气的，窗户里面还有一个铁的窗户，把四周弄得密不透风，尤其是实验室，几乎原子弹也炸不进来，而且外面还装了5盏强光灯，还有炸药满在地下。可是僵尸将悲痛化为力量，分两拨进攻，前面的敢死队先把“雷”排完，后面的复仇队等待集结号，弄得跟二战一样，所以被僵尸从楼顶挖了个洞，钻进来了，闯入实验室，威尔史密斯和那个女的和小孩只好呆在防弹玻璃后面，这也支持不了多久，防弹玻璃里面毕竟有丐帮帮主的老婆，所以人家疯狂地撞，实在撞不开，然后充满诗意地再窗户上用手花了一个蝴蝶（其实就是把双手分开摆成蝴蝶的样子，因为体温很高，所以有哈气）威尔史密斯瞬间明白了他的意思，然后把那个丐帮老板娘翻开，看见了后面的蝴蝶纹身，然后深吸一口气，说：“Open ten door（把门打开）”那个女的说：“What？”男的说：“（见丑了，这麽长的英文打不下来，直接敲中文了）虽然他们攻击力很强，但还是有亲情的，他们还有人的大脑，只是出于变异后饥饿的冲动才开始吃人的，这是他的妻子，我们应该还给他，况且我们已经有了治疗他们的方法，所以……开门吧。"事情发展还算顺利，结局还是和平解决。
　　但是，哈哈，这下变异的人可高兴坏了，变回人之后只剩下不到1亿人了，所以，他们根本不需要钱，直接抢银行，抢超市，自从变异以来，他们从来没有吃得这么饱，这真是个完美的结局。
　　我是传奇观后感2
　　由威尔·史密斯扮演的罗伯特·奈维尔是纽约市一个才华横溢的病原体学者，为美国—军方服务。在这次人类自己引起的灾难面前，没有选择逃生，而是留在了灾难中心继续进行着他的疫苗研究。当然我们主角跟生化危机主角一样，身体对病毒存在着天生的免疫能力，使他能够幸存到现在，否则我们观众也就看不到主角在电影中的奋斗史了，这种特殊体质是奈维尔成为传奇的一个必备条件，但不是充分条件，那么我们来看看主角所具备的一些不平凡的品性使造就了传奇。
　　奈维尔尽管在片头部分显示的很潇洒自在，独自一人驾驶跑车徜徉在都市的街道中，仿佛整个城市都是他的。当我们正羡慕嫉妒之际，时间悄然来到了傍晚。这时奈维尔戴着爱狗迅速回到了住处，不多时又将所有的门窗都用沉重的铁板关死了。这里我们会有疑惑为什么就剩他自己了还需要这么严密的保护措施呢？时间来到晚上，主角和爱狗紧紧搂抱着藏身在浴盆里，房外一阵阵的怪声此起彼伏的传至他们的耳中，而奈维尔此时的表情分明显示出了害怕和孤独。我们方才觉得奈维尔也是个普通人，也会感到害怕，对着“模特”说话，渴望进行交流。这些就更使他在后面所表现的品行显得尤为突出。
　　第一，有爱心，敢于行动。当爱狗死后，他先是对那个一见钟情的“模特小姐”说hello，因为他曾向爱狗承诺过。然后驾驶着汽车与逐暗者发生了正面冲突，甚而不惜牺牲生命。当保护玻璃即将被撞烂之际，奈维尔迅速将母—子安置在安全的地方，并交给了她们一份血液样本——病毒疫苗，然后拿手lei和逐暗者同归于荆要知道奈维尔一开始是很害怕面对活死人的，然而面对身边重要的人或动物离开自己，他愿意用生命来保护他们，捍卫那来之不易的感情。
　　第二，具有挑战性。每天面对着逐暗者的威胁，奈维尔很注意锻炼身体。俗话说的好，身体是革命的本钱嘛，要攻克变异病毒的疫苗也需要做长期的斗争。奈维尔还经常带着爱狗山姆一起在城市的某个角落猎杀鹿，也时常会扑空，但他们仍然乐此不疲。为了能给研制出的药物找到人体实验， 他会想方设法猎获活的逐黑者，为日后被逐黑者报复，埋下了祸根，然而为了人类的前途，他又怎么会计较这些，仍然孜孜以求的试验着能杀死病毒的药品。
　　拥有这些平常却不平凡的品质，奈维尔最终研制出了疫苗。正如片尾中所说：‘人类是他的遗产，这是他的传奇，也是人类的传奇。’愿他能够与梦中总梦起的那对母—子在天国相遇。

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