Leander has worn his new smart lenses for three weeks, and he cannot imagine life without them. Wherever he looks, a small row of stars appears. The café on his corner has 4.6. The bench outside his office has 3.8.
利安德戴上新的智能镜片已经三个星期了，他无法想象没有它们的生活。无论他看向哪里，都会出现一小排星星。街角的咖啡馆是4.6分，办公室外的长椅是3.8分。
At first, the stars feel like a gift. He never waits in a bad queue. He has not eaten a disappointing meal since the lenses arrived. Everything he chooses is, according to the numbers, a good choice.
起初，这些星星像一份礼物。他再也不用排糟糕的队。镜片到手以后，他没吃过一顿让人失望的饭。按照那些数字来看，他选的每一样东西都是好选择。
This week he is visiting a city he has never seen, for a conference. On the first evening, he stands outside his hotel and looks up and down the street. Every restaurant glows with stars. He picks the one with 4.9 and walks straight there.
这个星期，他去一座从没到过的城市开会。第一天傍晚，他站在酒店外面，朝街的两头张望。每家餐厅都闪着星星。他选了4.9分的那家，径直走了过去。
The food is fine. The room is full of people looking at their own small screens, or, like him, at nothing. Leander realizes that he cannot remember the last time he picked something because he wanted it. He simply follows the highest number.
食物还可以。屋里坐满了人，他们看着各自的小屏幕，或者像他一样，什么也不看。利安德意识到，他想不起上一次是什么时候，只因为自己想要而选了某样东西。他只是跟着最高的数字走。
The next evening he is tired and hungry, so he switches the lenses off and walks. Without the stars, the street looks plain. Some shops are dark, and others have no sign at all. He feels a little nervous, like a man who has lost his phone.
第二天傍晚，他又累又饿，于是关掉镜片，边走边看。没有了星星，街道显得很平淡。有些店关着灯，另一些连招牌都没有。他有点紧张，像丢了手机的人。
Then he smells something warm, a mix of garlic and fresh bread, coming from a narrow doorway. There is no rating and no menu in the window. "If I wait for a number, I will walk right past it," he thinks. He goes in.
这时，他闻到一股暖暖的香味，是大蒜和新鲜面包混在一起的味道，从一个狭窄的门口飘出来。门口没有评分，橱窗里也没有菜单。“如果我非要等一个数字，我就会径直走过去了，”他想。他走了进去。
Inside, there are only six tables. The cook waves from behind the counter. Without asking what he wants, she brings him a bowl of soup. It is the best meal he has eaten in months.
里面只有六张桌子。厨师在柜台后面朝他挥手。她没问他想吃什么，就端来一碗汤。那是他几个月来吃过的最好吃的一餐。
When he pays, the cook asks, "Are you going to leave us a review?" Leander laughs. "No," he says. "I'm going to come back tomorrow, and the day after that."
他付账的时候，厨师问：“你会给我们留个评价吗？”利安德笑了。“不会，”他说，“我明天还要来，后天也要来。”
The next morning, he leaves the lenses in their case on the hotel desk. He walks out into the street, turns left for no reason at all, and follows his nose.
第二天早上，他把镜片留在酒店书桌上的盒子里。他走到街上，毫无理由地向左一拐，循着香味往前走。
