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The police have 　　　　anyone with information to come forward and talk to them.

第一节:单项填空(共15小题;每小题1分,满分15分)

    请认真阅读下面各题,从题中所给的A、B、C、D四个选项中,选出最佳选项。

Courage, according to some successful persons, is as 　　　　to pioneering work as the intelligence, even more so.

Parents should be aware of the fact that children, who are raised on a diet of soap operas and online games, seldom, 　　　　participate in a variety of activities.

Evidence begins to 　　　　that the earth and the rest of the universe are in fact changing with time.

—How do you like the advertisement of the way to losing weight?

—Don􀆳t fall for it.In the beginning, that may do, but after a while you will end up back 　　　　you started.

Nowadays when travelling, travelers usually use the We-chat to share their feelings about their trips with descriptions of their experiences, offering viewers a(n) 　　　　for the imagination of reality.

—You look pretty tired today!

—I 　　　　an environmental report over the last few days, which should be submitted to the boss tomorrow.

—Why didn􀆳t you call me then?

—Oh, my cell-phone was power off.I 　　　　you otherwise.

It is broadcast on TV that the 88th Academy Award Ceremony was held in Dolby Theatre 　　　　seats an audience of approximately 4000.

More and more people tend to go to E-libraries in that they have access to books when they are unable to 　　　　get to a library.

A new bridge has been built in recent years, only 　　　　it much easier for cars to reach the hotel on the mountain top.

The best student of the year shared his experience of 　　　　he had managed to achieve excellence in his preparation for the college entrance examination.

第三部分:阅读理解(共15小题;每小题2分,满分30分)

请认真阅读下列短文,从短文后各题所给的A、B、C、D四个选项中,选出最佳选项。

                                A

Sagrada Familia

    Opening hours: 09:00—18:00(October—March); 09:00—20:00(April—September)

    Admission: $11, or $10 with the Barcelona Card.

    The temple has been under construction since 1882 and they􀆳ve still got another 30 to 80 years to go before it is finished.The project􀆳s vast scale and its special design have made it one of Barcelona􀆳s top tourist attractions for many years.

La Pedrera

    Opening hours: November—February: 09:00—18:30; March—October: 09:00—20:00

    Admission: $9.Save 20% with the Barcelona Card.

    This building used to be called Casa Mila but nowadays it􀆳s more commonly known as La Pedrera.It is a unique modernist building in Barcelona and was made of bricks.It was built between 1906 and 1912 and in 1984 it was declared a UNESCO World Heritage site with other Gaudi buildings in Barcelona.

Barcelona FC Museum

    Opening hours: April 6th—October 4th:(Monday to Saturday) 10:00—20:00; the rest of the year: 10:00—18:30

    Admission: $8.50 for entry to the museum and $17 for a guided tour.

    When you buy your ticket you have two options.You can buy a ticket for the museum to see the football stadium or you can buy a dual (双的) ticket for $15 where you get to see the museum and the scenes at the club.

Miro Museum

    Opening hours: Check the website for details as they vary depending on the time of the year.

    Admission: $8.Save 20% with the Barcelona Card.

    This museum has a wide range of Miro􀆳s works dating back as far as 1914.This artwork collection not only includes his paintings but also a good selection of sculptures.

How much should you pay if you visit La Pedrera with the Barcelona Card?

—Will Mr.Black pull us through the crisis of money?

—He is 　　　　and I don􀆳t think he􀆳ll help us with anything.

                                A

Sagrada Familia

    Opening hours: 09:00—18:00(October—March); 09:00—20:00(April—September)

    Admission: $11, or $10 with the Barcelona Card.

    The temple has been under construction since 1882 and they􀆳ve still got another 30 to 80 years to go before it is finished.The project􀆳s vast scale and its special design have made it one of Barcelona􀆳s top tourist attractions for many years.

La Pedrera

    Opening hours: November—February: 09:00—18:30; March—October: 09:00—20:00

    Admission: $9.Save 20% with the Barcelona Card.

    This building used to be called Casa Mila but nowadays it􀆳s more commonly known as La Pedrera.It is a unique modernist building in Barcelona and was made of bricks.It was built between 1906 and 1912 and in 1984 it was declared a UNESCO World Heritage site with other Gaudi buildings in Barcelona.

Barcelona FC Museum

    Opening hours: April 6th—October 4th:(Monday to Saturday) 10:00—20:00; the rest of the year: 10:00—18:30

    Admission: $8.50 for entry to the museum and $17 for a guided tour.

    When you buy your ticket you have two options.You can buy a ticket for the museum to see the football stadium or you can buy a dual (双的) ticket for $15 where you get to see the museum and the scenes at the club.

Miro Museum

    Opening hours: Check the website for details as they vary depending on the time of the year.

    Admission: $8.Save 20% with the Barcelona Card.

    This museum has a wide range of Miro􀆳s works dating back as far as 1914.This artwork collection not only includes his paintings but also a good selection of sculptures.

Where can you visit a football stadium?

                                A

Sagrada Familia

    Opening hours: 09:00—18:00(October—March); 09:00—20:00(April—September)

    Admission: $11, or $10 with the Barcelona Card.

    The temple has been under construction since 1882 and they􀆳ve still got another 30 to 80 years to go before it is finished.The project􀆳s vast scale and its special design have made it one of Barcelona􀆳s top tourist attractions for many years.

La Pedrera

    Opening hours: November—February: 09:00—18:30; March—October: 09:00—20:00

    Admission: $9.Save 20% with the Barcelona Card.

    This building used to be called Casa Mila but nowadays it􀆳s more commonly known as La Pedrera.It is a unique modernist building in Barcelona and was made of bricks.It was built between 1906 and 1912 and in 1984 it was declared a UNESCO World Heritage site with other Gaudi buildings in Barcelona.

Barcelona FC Museum

    Opening hours: April 6th—October 4th:(Monday to Saturday) 10:00—20:00; the rest of the year: 10:00—18:30

    Admission: $8.50 for entry to the museum and $17 for a guided tour.

    When you buy your ticket you have two options.You can buy a ticket for the museum to see the football stadium or you can buy a dual (双的) ticket for $15 where you get to see the museum and the scenes at the club.

Miro Museum

    Opening hours: Check the website for details as they vary depending on the time of the year.

    Admission: $8.Save 20% with the Barcelona Card.

    This museum has a wide range of Miro􀆳s works dating back as far as 1914.This artwork collection not only includes his paintings but also a good selection of sculptures.

Who will show special interest in Miro Museum?

                                B

    Getting more followers is something we usually associate with social media or micro messaging apps.But soon we could all have a new type of follower—a robotic one.

    Dozens of robots and technology fans gathered in Boston, US, earlier this month for the Robot Business conference.The latest developments in the world of robotics were shown to the public, and this time the trend was robots following people.

    Perhaps the most exciting development on show was the ability of drones (无人机) to follow you from the air, acting as your own personal cameraman or photographer.One example is 3-D Robotics􀆳 Iris+ drone, developed by a US-based company.

    The drone is fitted with cameras and has a “follow me” function.It connects with your GPS-enabled Android device, like a mobile phone.Then it flies and follows you around, shooting action film of you from above.The software in the drone makes sure that you􀆳re always in the center of the frame.

    It can keep working for 15 minutes, as long as there aren􀆳t too many trees for it to crash into.This could be exciting for anyone who loves action sports or wants to be the star of their own short film.

    But what if you want to be one of those celebrities (名人) who have helpers carrying all their bags and doing all their chores? A robot called Budgee can help.

    Budgee, made by 5 Elements Robotics, is literally a basket on wheels.It is designed to help elderly and disabled people, or simply anyone who doesn􀆳t have enough arms for grocery bags, Wired magazine reported.It can carry up to 22.7 kg of items.

    To make Budgee follow them, its owner will have to wear a small device and use an app to set the distance between themselves and the robot.Budgee even sends a text message when it can􀆳t keep up with its owner.

    “I want you to look at the robot like he􀆳s your buddy, he􀆳s your friend.There􀆳s a relationship you develop with the robot,” Wendy Roberts, CEO of 5 Elements Robotics, told gigaom.com.

    It might not be quite the same as robotic assistants we􀆳ve seen in movies such as Disney􀆳s Wall-E, where robots cater for our every need, but that idea doesn􀆳t seem quite so far-fetched now.

The drone developed by a US-based company can 　　　　.

—Dora, do you think Jack􀆳s proposal reasonable?

—I􀆳m sorry I have missed that, but actually I 　　　　about another one.

—Congratulations on your girlfriend􀆳s being offered the job.

—Thank you, but she􀆳s got it 　　　　her greater perseverance.

                                B

    Getting more followers is something we usually associate with social media or micro messaging apps.But soon we could all have a new type of follower—a robotic one.

    Dozens of robots and technology fans gathered in Boston, US, earlier this month for the Robot Business conference.The latest developments in the world of robotics were shown to the public, and this time the trend was robots following people.

    Perhaps the most exciting development on show was the ability of drones (无人机) to follow you from the air, acting as your own personal cameraman or photographer.One example is 3-D Robotics􀆳 Iris+ drone, developed by a US-based company.

    The drone is fitted with cameras and has a “follow me” function.It connects with your GPS-enabled Android device, like a mobile phone.Then it flies and follows you around, shooting action film of you from above.The software in the drone makes sure that you􀆳re always in the center of the frame.

    It can keep working for 15 minutes, as long as there aren􀆳t too many trees for it to crash into.This could be exciting for anyone who loves action sports or wants to be the star of their own short film.

    But what if you want to be one of those celebrities (名人) who have helpers carrying all their bags and doing all their chores? A robot called Budgee can help.

    Budgee, made by 5 Elements Robotics, is literally a basket on wheels.It is designed to help elderly and disabled people, or simply anyone who doesn􀆳t have enough arms for grocery bags, Wired magazine reported.It can carry up to 22.7 kg of items.

    To make Budgee follow them, its owner will have to wear a small device and use an app to set the distance between themselves and the robot.Budgee even sends a text message when it can􀆳t keep up with its owner.

    “I want you to look at the robot like he􀆳s your buddy, he􀆳s your friend.There􀆳s a relationship you develop with the robot,” Wendy Roberts, CEO of 5 Elements Robotics, told gigaom.com.

    It might not be quite the same as robotic assistants we􀆳ve seen in movies such as Disney􀆳s Wall-E, where robots cater for our every need, but that idea doesn􀆳t seem quite so far-fetched now.

The main purpose of the article is to 　　　　.

                                B

    Getting more followers is something we usually associate with social media or micro messaging apps.But soon we could all have a new type of follower—a robotic one.

    Dozens of robots and technology fans gathered in Boston, US, earlier this month for the Robot Business conference.The latest developments in the world of robotics were shown to the public, and this time the trend was robots following people.

    Perhaps the most exciting development on show was the ability of drones (无人机) to follow you from the air, acting as your own personal cameraman or photographer.One example is 3-D Robotics􀆳 Iris+ drone, developed by a US-based company.

    The drone is fitted with cameras and has a “follow me” function.It connects with your GPS-enabled Android device, like a mobile phone.Then it flies and follows you around, shooting action film of you from above.The software in the drone makes sure that you􀆳re always in the center of the frame.

    It can keep working for 15 minutes, as long as there aren􀆳t too many trees for it to crash into.This could be exciting for anyone who loves action sports or wants to be the star of their own short film.

    But what if you want to be one of those celebrities (名人) who have helpers carrying all their bags and doing all their chores? A robot called Budgee can help.

    Budgee, made by 5 Elements Robotics, is literally a basket on wheels.It is designed to help elderly and disabled people, or simply anyone who doesn􀆳t have enough arms for grocery bags, Wired magazine reported.It can carry up to 22.7 kg of items.

    To make Budgee follow them, its owner will have to wear a small device and use an app to set the distance between themselves and the robot.Budgee even sends a text message when it can􀆳t keep up with its owner.

    “I want you to look at the robot like he􀆳s your buddy, he􀆳s your friend.There􀆳s a relationship you develop with the robot,” Wendy Roberts, CEO of 5 Elements Robotics, told gigaom.com.

    It might not be quite the same as robotic assistants we􀆳ve seen in movies such as Disney􀆳s Wall-E, where robots cater for our every need, but that idea doesn􀆳t seem quite so far-fetched now.

According to the article, Budgee is most likely to be targeted at 　　　　.

                                C

    ARNOLD Schwarzenegger is back, once again taking on his iconic killer robot role, the T-800, in August􀆳s new movie Terminator Genisys.While the T-800 model—even if it can be evil—has a fond place in moviegoers􀆳 hearts, the reality of autonomous machines is no joke, according to scientists.

    Autonomous weapons use artificial intelligence (AI) to choose targets without human help.They were described as “the third revolution in warfare, after gunpowder and nuclear arms” in an open letter signed by over 1,000 important technology figures in July.The list included British scientist Stephen Hawking and Apple co-founder Steve Wozniak.They asked governments around the world to ban autonomous weapons, warning that killer robots could start ethnic cleansings and an arms race.

    “They will look like tanks.They will look like battleships.They will look like jet fighters,” UK robotics professor Noel Sharkey told CNET, a leading technology website.

    But unlike these machines, which require a human hand in their action, so-called “killer robots” would have some decision-making abilities and the ability to act on their own.

    “If any major military power pushes ahead with AI weapon development, a global arms race is almost inevitable,” said the letter released at the 2015 International Joint Conference on Artificial Intelligence in Buenos Aires, Argentina.

    The idea of an automated killing machine was made famous by Schwarzenegger􀆳s first Terminator movie in 1984.While no red-eyed robots have been sent after human beings, the idea of AI being used as a weapon has gotten much more likely in the years ever since.The US military is already developing autonomous flying vehicles that can carry out all the steps of a strike mission without a human controlling them, according to a May report in Nature magazine.

     Scientists have even painted a destructive picture of autonomous weapons falling into the hands of terrorists or warlords hoping to carry out ethnic cleansings.

    “The development of full artificial intelligence could lead to the end of the human race,” Hawking said to the BBC in 2016.

    Authorities are gradually waking up to the risk of robot wars.Last May, for the first time, the United Nations brought governments together to begin talks on autonomous weapons systems.

    Still, a ban on autonomous weapons is “easier said than done”, commented The Guardian.The dual (双重的) uses of the AI technology—for harm and for good—is difficult to manage.This is because the exact same technology can be used in a wide range of ways, the paper said.

What is the unique characteristic of autonomous weapons?

                                D

    It was very late and everyone had left the cafe except an old man who sat in the shadow the leaves of the tree made against the electric light.In the day time the street was dusty, but at night the dew settled the dust and the old man liked to sit late because he was deaf and now at night it was quiet and he felt the difference.The two waiters inside the cafe knew that the old man was a little drunk, and while he was a good client they knew that if he became too drunk he would leave without paying, so they kept watch on him.

    “Last week he tried to commit suicide,” one waiter said. “Why?” “He was in despair.” “What about?” “Nothing.” “How do you know it was nothing?” “He has plenty of money.”

    They sat together at a table that was close against the wall near the door of the cafe and looked at the terrace where the tables were all empty except where the old man sat in the shadow of the leaves of the tree that moved slightly in the wind.A girl and a soldier went by in the street.The street light shone on the brass number on his collar.The girl wore no head covering and hurried beside him.

    “The guard will pick him up,” one waiter said.“What does it matter if he gets what he􀆳s after?” “He had better get off the street now.The guard will get him.They went by five minutes ago.”

    The old man sitting in the shadow rapped on his saucer with his glass.The younger waiter went over to him.

    “What do you want?” The old man looked at him.“Another brandy,” he said.

    “You􀆳ll be drunk,” the waiter said.The old man looked at him.The waiter went away.

    “He􀆳ll stay all night,” he said to his colleague.“I􀆳m sleepy now.I never get into bed before three o􀆳clock.He should have killed himself last week.”

    The waiter took the brandy bottle and another saucer from the counter inside the cafe and marched out to the old man􀆳s table.He put down the saucer and poured the glass full of brandy.

    “You should have killed yourself last week,” he said to the deaf man.The old man motioned with his finger.“A little more,” he said.The waiter poured on into the glass so that the brandy slopped over and ran down the stem into the top saucer of the pile.“Thank you,” the old man said.The waiter took the bottle back inside the cafe.He sat down at the table with his colleague again.

    “He􀆳s drunk now,” he said.“He􀆳s drunk every night.” “What did he want to kill himself for?” “How should I know.” “How did he do it?” “He hung himself with a rope.” “Who cut him down?” “His niece.” “Why did they do it?” “Fear for his soul.” “How much money has he got?” “He􀆳s got plenty.” “He must be eighty years old.” “Anyway I should say he was eighty.” “I wish he would go home.I never get to bed before three o􀆳clock.What kind of hour is that to go to bed?” “He stays up because he likes it.” “He􀆳s lonely.I􀆳m not lonely.I have a wife waiting in bed for me.” “He had a wife once too.” “A wife would be no good to him now.” “You can􀆳t tell.He might be better with a wife.” “His niece looks after him.You said she cut him down.” “I know.” “I wouldn􀆳t want to be that old.An old man is a nasty thing.” “Not always.This old man is clean.He drinks without spilling.Even now, drunk.Look at him.” “I don􀆳t want to look at him.I wish he would go home.He has no regard for those who must work.”

    The old man looked from his glass across the square, then over at the waiters.

    “Another brandy,” he said, pointing to his glass.The waiter who was in a hurry came over.

    “Finished,” he said, speaking with that omission of syntax stupid people employ when talking to drunken people or foreigners.“No more tonight.Close now.”

    “Another,” said the old man.

    “No.Finished.” The waiter wiped the edge of the table with a towel and shook his head.

    The old man stood up, slowly counted the saucers, took a leather coin purse from his pocket and paid for the drinks, leaving half a peseta tip.The waiter watched him go down the street, a very old man walking unsteadily but with dignity.

    “Why didn􀆳t you let him stay and drink?” the unhurried waiter asked.They were putting up the shutters.“It is not half past two.” “I want to go home to bed.” “What is an hour?” “More to me than to him.” “An hour is the same.” “You talk like an old man yourself.He can buy a bottle and drink at home.” “It􀆳s not the same.” “No, it is not,” agreed the waiter with a wife.He did not wish to be unjust.He was only in a hurry.“And you? You have no fear of going home before your usual hour?” “Are you trying to insult me?” “No, hombre, only to make a joke.”

    “No,” the waiter who was in a hurry said, rising from pulling down the metal shutters.“I have confidence.I am all confidence.” “You have youth, confidence, and a job,” the older waiter said.“You have everything.” “And what do you lack?” “Everything but work.” “You have everything I have.” “No.I have never had confidence and I am not young.” “Come on.Stop talking nonsense and lock up.” “I am of those who like to stay late at the cafe,” the older waiter said.“With all those who do not want to go to bed.With all those who need a light for the night.” “I want to go home and into bed.” “We are of two different kinds,” the older waiter said.He was now dressed to go home.“It is not only a question of youth and confidence although those things are very beautiful.Each night I am reluctant to close up because there may be someone who needs the cafe.” “Hombre, there are bodegas open all night long.” “You do not understand.This is a clean and pleasant cafe.It is well lighted.The light is very good and also, now, there are shadows of the leaves.”

    “Good night,” said the younger waiter.

    “Good night,” the other said.Turning off the electric light he continued the conversation with himself. It was the light of course but it is necessary that the place be clean and pleasant.You do not want music.Certainly you do not want music.Nor can you stand before a bar with dignity although that is all that is provided for these hours.What did he fear? It was not a fear or dread. It was a nothing that he knew too well.It was all a nothing and a man was a nothing too.It was only that and light was all it needed and a certain cleanness and order.Some lived in it and never felt it but he knew it all was nada y pues nada y nada y pues nada.

=He smiled and stood before a bar with a shining steam pressure coffee machine.

    “What􀆳s yours?” asked the barman.

    “Nada.” “Otro loco mas,” said the barman and turned away.

    “A little cup,” said the waiter.

    The barman poured it for him.

    “The light is very bright and pleasant but the bar is unpolished,” the waiter said.

    The barman looked at him but did not answer.It was too late at night for conversation.

    “You want another copita?” the barman asked.

    “No, thank you,” said the waiter and went out.He disliked bars and bodegas.A clean, well-lighted cafe was a very different thing.Now, without thinking further, he would go home to his room.He would lie in the bed and finally, with daylight, he would go to sleep.After all, he said to himself, it􀆳s probably only insomnia.Many must have it.

What can we infer from the conversation between the two waiters?

                                D

    It was very late and everyone had left the cafe except an old man who sat in the shadow the leaves of the tree made against the electric light.In the day time the street was dusty, but at night the dew settled the dust and the old man liked to sit late because he was deaf and now at night it was quiet and he felt the difference.The two waiters inside the cafe knew that the old man was a little drunk, and while he was a good client they knew that if he became too drunk he would leave without paying, so they kept watch on him.

    “Last week he tried to commit suicide,” one waiter said. “Why?” “He was in despair.” “What about?” “Nothing.” “How do you know it was nothing?” “He has plenty of money.”

    They sat together at a table that was close against the wall near the door of the cafe and looked at the terrace where the tables were all empty except where the old man sat in the shadow of the leaves of the tree that moved slightly in the wind.A girl and a soldier went by in the street.The street light shone on the brass number on his collar.The girl wore no head covering and hurried beside him.

    “The guard will pick him up,” one waiter said.“What does it matter if he gets what he􀆳s after?” “He had better get off the street now.The guard will get him.They went by five minutes ago.”

    The old man sitting in the shadow rapped on his saucer with his glass.The younger waiter went over to him.

    “What do you want?” The old man looked at him.“Another brandy,” he said.

    “You􀆳ll be drunk,” the waiter said.The old man looked at him.The waiter went away.

    “He􀆳ll stay all night,” he said to his colleague.“I􀆳m sleepy now.I never get into bed before three o􀆳clock.He should have killed himself last week.”

    The waiter took the brandy bottle and another saucer from the counter inside the cafe and marched out to the old man􀆳s table.He put down the saucer and poured the glass full of brandy.

    “You should have killed yourself last week,” he said to the deaf man.The old man motioned with his finger.“A little more,” he said.The waiter poured on into the glass so that the brandy slopped over and ran down the stem into the top saucer of the pile.“Thank you,” the old man said.The waiter took the bottle back inside the cafe.He sat down at the table with his colleague again.

    “He􀆳s drunk now,” he said.“He􀆳s drunk every night.” “What did he want to kill himself for?” “How should I know.” “How did he do it?” “He hung himself with a rope.” “Who cut him down?” “His niece.” “Why did they do it?” “Fear for his soul.” “How much money has he got?” “He􀆳s got plenty.” “He must be eighty years old.” “Anyway I should say he was eighty.” “I wish he would go home.I never get to bed before three o􀆳clock.What kind of hour is that to go to bed?” “He stays up because he likes it.” “He􀆳s lonely.I􀆳m not lonely.I have a wife waiting in bed for me.” “He had a wife once too.” “A wife would be no good to him now.” “You can􀆳t tell.He might be better with a wife.” “His niece looks after him.You said she cut him down.” “I know.” “I wouldn􀆳t want to be that old.An old man is a nasty thing.” “Not always.This old man is clean.He drinks without spilling.Even now, drunk.Look at him.” “I don􀆳t want to look at him.I wish he would go home.He has no regard for those who must work.”

    The old man looked from his glass across the square, then over at the waiters.

    “Another brandy,” he said, pointing to his glass.The waiter who was in a hurry came over.

    “Finished,” he said, speaking with that omission of syntax stupid people employ when talking to drunken people or foreigners.“No more tonight.Close now.”

    “Another,” said the old man.

    “No.Finished.” The waiter wiped the edge of the table with a towel and shook his head.

    The old man stood up, slowly counted the saucers, took a leather coin purse from his pocket and paid for the drinks, leaving half a peseta tip.The waiter watched him go down the street, a very old man walking unsteadily but with dignity.

    “Why didn􀆳t you let him stay and drink?” the unhurried waiter asked.They were putting up the shutters.“It is not half past two.” “I want to go home to bed.” “What is an hour?” “More to me than to him.” “An hour is the same.” “You talk like an old man yourself.He can buy a bottle and drink at home.” “It􀆳s not the same.” “No, it is not,” agreed the waiter with a wife.He did not wish to be unjust.He was only in a hurry.“And you? You have no fear of going home before your usual hour?” “Are you trying to insult me?” “No, hombre, only to make a joke.”

    “No,” the waiter who was in a hurry said, rising from pulling down the metal shutters.“I have confidence.I am all confidence.” “You have youth, confidence, and a job,” the older waiter said.“You have everything.” “And what do you lack?” “Everything but work.” “You have everything I have.” “No.I have never had confidence and I am not young.” “Come on.Stop talking nonsense and lock up.” “I am of those who like to stay late at the cafe,” the older waiter said.“With all those who do not want to go to bed.With all those who need a light for the night.” “I want to go home and into bed.” “We are of two different kinds,” the older waiter said.He was now dressed to go home.“It is not only a question of youth and confidence although those things are very beautiful.Each night I am reluctant to close up because there may be someone who needs the cafe.” “Hombre, there are bodegas open all night long.” “You do not understand.This is a clean and pleasant cafe.It is well lighted.The light is very good and also, now, there are shadows of the leaves.”

    “Good night,” said the younger waiter.

    “Good night,” the other said.Turning off the electric light he continued the conversation with himself. It was the light of course but it is necessary that the place be clean and pleasant.You do not want music.Certainly you do not want music.Nor can you stand before a bar with dignity although that is all that is provided for these hours.What did he fear? It was not a fear or dread. It was a nothing that he knew too well.It was all a nothing and a man was a nothing too.It was only that and light was all it needed and a certain cleanness and order.Some lived in it and never felt it but he knew it all was nada y pues nada y nada y pues nada.

=He smiled and stood before a bar with a shining steam pressure coffee machine.

    “What􀆳s yours?” asked the barman.

    “Nada.” “Otro loco mas,” said the barman and turned away.

    “A little cup,” said the waiter.

    The barman poured it for him.

    “The light is very bright and pleasant but the bar is unpolished,” the waiter said.

    The barman looked at him but did not answer.It was too late at night for conversation.

    “You want another copita?” the barman asked.

    “No, thank you,” said the waiter and went out.He disliked bars and bodegas.A clean, well-lighted cafe was a very different thing.Now, without thinking further, he would go home to his room.He would lie in the bed and finally, with daylight, he would go to sleep.After all, he said to himself, it􀆳s probably only insomnia.Many must have it.

Why was the old waiter unwilling to leave the café and go home?

                                C

    ARNOLD Schwarzenegger is back, once again taking on his iconic killer robot role, the T-800, in August􀆳s new movie Terminator Genisys.While the T-800 model—even if it can be evil—has a fond place in moviegoers􀆳 hearts, the reality of autonomous machines is no joke, according to scientists.

    Autonomous weapons use artificial intelligence (AI) to choose targets without human help.They were described as “the third revolution in warfare, after gunpowder and nuclear arms” in an open letter signed by over 1,000 important technology figures in July.The list included British scientist Stephen Hawking and Apple co-founder Steve Wozniak.They asked governments around the world to ban autonomous weapons, warning that killer robots could start ethnic cleansings and an arms race.

    “They will look like tanks.They will look like battleships.They will look like jet fighters,” UK robotics professor Noel Sharkey told CNET, a leading technology website.

    But unlike these machines, which require a human hand in their action, so-called “killer robots” would have some decision-making abilities and the ability to act on their own.

    “If any major military power pushes ahead with AI weapon development, a global arms race is almost inevitable,” said the letter released at the 2015 International Joint Conference on Artificial Intelligence in Buenos Aires, Argentina.

    The idea of an automated killing machine was made famous by Schwarzenegger􀆳s first Terminator movie in 1984.While no red-eyed robots have been sent after human beings, the idea of AI being used as a weapon has gotten much more likely in the years ever since.The US military is already developing autonomous flying vehicles that can carry out all the steps of a strike mission without a human controlling them, according to a May report in Nature magazine.

     Scientists have even painted a destructive picture of autonomous weapons falling into the hands of terrorists or warlords hoping to carry out ethnic cleansings.

    “The development of full artificial intelligence could lead to the end of the human race,” Hawking said to the BBC in 2016.

    Authorities are gradually waking up to the risk of robot wars.Last May, for the first time, the United Nations brought governments together to begin talks on autonomous weapons systems.

    Still, a ban on autonomous weapons is “easier said than done”, commented The Guardian.The dual (双重的) uses of the AI technology—for harm and for good—is difficult to manage.This is because the exact same technology can be used in a wide range of ways, the paper said.

What is the author􀆳s main purpose in writing the text?

                                C

    ARNOLD Schwarzenegger is back, once again taking on his iconic killer robot role, the T-800, in August􀆳s new movie Terminator Genisys.While the T-800 model—even if it can be evil—has a fond place in moviegoers􀆳 hearts, the reality of autonomous machines is no joke, according to scientists.

    Autonomous weapons use artificial intelligence (AI) to choose targets without human help.They were described as “the third revolution in warfare, after gunpowder and nuclear arms” in an open letter signed by over 1,000 important technology figures in July.The list included British scientist Stephen Hawking and Apple co-founder Steve Wozniak.They asked governments around the world to ban autonomous weapons, warning that killer robots could start ethnic cleansings and an arms race.

    “They will look like tanks.They will look like battleships.They will look like jet fighters,” UK robotics professor Noel Sharkey told CNET, a leading technology website.

    But unlike these machines, which require a human hand in their action, so-called “killer robots” would have some decision-making abilities and the ability to act on their own.

    “If any major military power pushes ahead with AI weapon development, a global arms race is almost inevitable,” said the letter released at the 2015 International Joint Conference on Artificial Intelligence in Buenos Aires, Argentina.

    The idea of an automated killing machine was made famous by Schwarzenegger􀆳s first Terminator movie in 1984.While no red-eyed robots have been sent after human beings, the idea of AI being used as a weapon has gotten much more likely in the years ever since.The US military is already developing autonomous flying vehicles that can carry out all the steps of a strike mission without a human controlling them, according to a May report in Nature magazine.

     Scientists have even painted a destructive picture of autonomous weapons falling into the hands of terrorists or warlords hoping to carry out ethnic cleansings.

    “The development of full artificial intelligence could lead to the end of the human race,” Hawking said to the BBC in 2016.

    Authorities are gradually waking up to the risk of robot wars.Last May, for the first time, the United Nations brought governments together to begin talks on autonomous weapons systems.

    Still, a ban on autonomous weapons is “easier said than done”, commented The Guardian.The dual (双重的) uses of the AI technology—for harm and for good—is difficult to manage.This is because the exact same technology can be used in a wide range of ways, the paper said.

What is scientists􀆳attitude toward autonomous weapons?

The underlined word “inevitable” in Paragraph 5 probably means 　　　　.

                                D

    It was very late and everyone had left the cafe except an old man who sat in the shadow the leaves of the tree made against the electric light.In the day time the street was dusty, but at night the dew settled the dust and the old man liked to sit late because he was deaf and now at night it was quiet and he felt the difference.The two waiters inside the cafe knew that the old man was a little drunk, and while he was a good client they knew that if he became too drunk he would leave without paying, so they kept watch on him.

    “Last week he tried to commit suicide,” one waiter said. “Why?” “He was in despair.” “What about?” “Nothing.” “How do you know it was nothing?” “He has plenty of money.”

    They sat together at a table that was close against the wall near the door of the cafe and looked at the terrace where the tables were all empty except where the old man sat in the shadow of the leaves of the tree that moved slightly in the wind.A girl and a soldier went by in the street.The street light shone on the brass number on his collar.The girl wore no head covering and hurried beside him.

    “The guard will pick him up,” one waiter said.“What does it matter if he gets what he􀆳s after?” “He had better get off the street now.The guard will get him.They went by five minutes ago.”

    The old man sitting in the shadow rapped on his saucer with his glass.The younger waiter went over to him.

    “What do you want?” The old man looked at him.“Another brandy,” he said.

    “You􀆳ll be drunk,” the waiter said.The old man looked at him.The waiter went away.

    “He􀆳ll stay all night,” he said to his colleague.“I􀆳m sleepy now.I never get into bed before three o􀆳clock.He should have killed himself last week.”

    The waiter took the brandy bottle and another saucer from the counter inside the cafe and marched out to the old man􀆳s table.He put down the saucer and poured the glass full of brandy.

    “You should have killed yourself last week,” he said to the deaf man.The old man motioned with his finger.“A little more,” he said.The waiter poured on into the glass so that the brandy slopped over and ran down the stem into the top saucer of the pile.“Thank you,” the old man said.The waiter took the bottle back inside the cafe.He sat down at the table with his colleague again.

    “He􀆳s drunk now,” he said.“He􀆳s drunk every night.” “What did he want to kill himself for?” “How should I know.” “How did he do it?” “He hung himself with a rope.” “Who cut him down?” “His niece.” “Why did they do it?” “Fear for his soul.” “How much money has he got?” “He􀆳s got plenty.” “He must be eighty years old.” “Anyway I should say he was eighty.” “I wish he would go home.I never get to bed before three o􀆳clock.What kind of hour is that to go to bed?” “He stays up because he likes it.” “He􀆳s lonely.I􀆳m not lonely.I have a wife waiting in bed for me.” “He had a wife once too.” “A wife would be no good to him now.” “You can􀆳t tell.He might be better with a wife.” “His niece looks after him.You said she cut him down.” “I know.” “I wouldn􀆳t want to be that old.An old man is a nasty thing.” “Not always.This old man is clean.He drinks without spilling.Even now, drunk.Look at him.” “I don􀆳t want to look at him.I wish he would go home.He has no regard for those who must work.”

    The old man looked from his glass across the square, then over at the waiters.

    “Another brandy,” he said, pointing to his glass.The waiter who was in a hurry came over.

    “Finished,” he said, speaking with that omission of syntax stupid people employ when talking to drunken people or foreigners.“No more tonight.Close now.”

    “Another,” said the old man.

    “No.Finished.” The waiter wiped the edge of the table with a towel and shook his head.

    The old man stood up, slowly counted the saucers, took a leather coin purse from his pocket and paid for the drinks, leaving half a peseta tip.The waiter watched him go down the street, a very old man walking unsteadily but with dignity.

    “Why didn􀆳t you let him stay and drink?” the unhurried waiter asked.They were putting up the shutters.“It is not half past two.” “I want to go home to bed.” “What is an hour?” “More to me than to him.” “An hour is the same.” “You talk like an old man yourself.He can buy a bottle and drink at home.” “It􀆳s not the same.” “No, it is not,” agreed the waiter with a wife.He did not wish to be unjust.He was only in a hurry.“And you? You have no fear of going home before your usual hour?” “Are you trying to insult me?” “No, hombre, only to make a joke.”

    “No,” the waiter who was in a hurry said, rising from pulling down the metal shutters.“I have confidence.I am all confidence.” “You have youth, confidence, and a job,” the older waiter said.“You have everything.” “And what do you lack?” “Everything but work.” “You have everything I have.” “No.I have never had confidence and I am not young.” “Come on.Stop talking nonsense and lock up.” “I am of those who like to stay late at the cafe,” the older waiter said.“With all those who do not want to go to bed.With all those who need a light for the night.” “I want to go home and into bed.” “We are of two different kinds,” the older waiter said.He was now dressed to go home.“It is not only a question of youth and confidence although those things are very beautiful.Each night I am reluctant to close up because there may be someone who needs the cafe.” “Hombre, there are bodegas open all night long.” “You do not understand.This is a clean and pleasant cafe.It is well lighted.The light is very good and also, now, there are shadows of the leaves.”

    “Good night,” said the younger waiter.

    “Good night,” the other said.Turning off the electric light he continued the conversation with himself. It was the light of course but it is necessary that the place be clean and pleasant.You do not want music.Certainly you do not want music.Nor can you stand before a bar with dignity although that is all that is provided for these hours.What did he fear? It was not a fear or dread. It was a nothing that he knew too well.It was all a nothing and a man was a nothing too.It was only that and light was all it needed and a certain cleanness and order.Some lived in it and never felt it but he knew it all was nada y pues nada y nada y pues nada.

=He smiled and stood before a bar with a shining steam pressure coffee machine.

    “What􀆳s yours?” asked the barman.

    “Nada.” “Otro loco mas,” said the barman and turned away.

    “A little cup,” said the waiter.

    The barman poured it for him.

    “The light is very bright and pleasant but the bar is unpolished,” the waiter said.

    The barman looked at him but did not answer.It was too late at night for conversation.

    “You want another copita?” the barman asked.

    “No, thank you,” said the waiter and went out.He disliked bars and bodegas.A clean, well-lighted cafe was a very different thing.Now, without thinking further, he would go home to his room.He would lie in the bed and finally, with daylight, he would go to sleep.After all, he said to himself, it􀆳s probably only insomnia.Many must have it.

What was the most probable cause for the old man􀆳s suicide?

                                D

    It was very late and everyone had left the cafe except an old man who sat in the shadow the leaves of the tree made against the electric light.In the day time the street was dusty, but at night the dew settled the dust and the old man liked to sit late because he was deaf and now at night it was quiet and he felt the difference.The two waiters inside the cafe knew that the old man was a little drunk, and while he was a good client they knew that if he became too drunk he would leave without paying, so they kept watch on him.

    “Last week he tried to commit suicide,” one waiter said. “Why?” “He was in despair.” “What about?” “Nothing.” “How do you know it was nothing?” “He has plenty of money.”

    They sat together at a table that was close against the wall near the door of the cafe and looked at the terrace where the tables were all empty except where the old man sat in the shadow of the leaves of the tree that moved slightly in the wind.A girl and a soldier went by in the street.The street light shone on the brass number on his collar.The girl wore no head covering and hurried beside him.

    “The guard will pick him up,” one waiter said.“What does it matter if he gets what he􀆳s after?” “He had better get off the street now.The guard will get him.They went by five minutes ago.”

    The old man sitting in the shadow rapped on his saucer with his glass.The younger waiter went over to him.

    “What do you want?” The old man looked at him.“Another brandy,” he said.

    “You􀆳ll be drunk,” the waiter said.The old man looked at him.The waiter went away.

    “He􀆳ll stay all night,” he said to his colleague.“I􀆳m sleepy now.I never get into bed before three o􀆳clock.He should have killed himself last week.”

    The waiter took the brandy bottle and another saucer from the counter inside the cafe and marched out to the old man􀆳s table.He put down the saucer and poured the glass full of brandy.

    “You should have killed yourself last week,” he said to the deaf man.The old man motioned with his finger.“A little more,” he said.The waiter poured on into the glass so that the brandy slopped over and ran down the stem into the top saucer of the pile.“Thank you,” the old man said.The waiter took the bottle back inside the cafe.He sat down at the table with his colleague again.

    “He􀆳s drunk now,” he said.“He􀆳s drunk every night.” “What did he want to kill himself for?” “How should I know.” “How did he do it?” “He hung himself with a rope.” “Who cut him down?” “His niece.” “Why did they do it?” “Fear for his soul.” “How much money has he got?” “He􀆳s got plenty.” “He must be eighty years old.” “Anyway I should say he was eighty.” “I wish he would go home.I never get to bed before three o􀆳clock.What kind of hour is that to go to bed?” “He stays up because he likes it.” “He􀆳s lonely.I􀆳m not lonely.I have a wife waiting in bed for me.” “He had a wife once too.” “A wife would be no good to him now.” “You can􀆳t tell.He might be better with a wife.” “His niece looks after him.You said she cut him down.” “I know.” “I wouldn􀆳t want to be that old.An old man is a nasty thing.” “Not always.This old man is clean.He drinks without spilling.Even now, drunk.Look at him.” “I don􀆳t want to look at him.I wish he would go home.He has no regard for those who must work.”

    The old man looked from his glass across the square, then over at the waiters.

    “Another brandy,” he said, pointing to his glass.The waiter who was in a hurry came over.

    “Finished,” he said, speaking with that omission of syntax stupid people employ when talking to drunken people or foreigners.“No more tonight.Close now.”

    “Another,” said the old man.

    “No.Finished.” The waiter wiped the edge of the table with a towel and shook his head.

    The old man stood up, slowly counted the saucers, took a leather coin purse from his pocket and paid for the drinks, leaving half a peseta tip.The waiter watched him go down the street, a very old man walking unsteadily but with dignity.

    “Why didn􀆳t you let him stay and drink?” the unhurried waiter asked.They were putting up the shutters.“It is not half past two.” “I want to go home to bed.” “What is an hour?” “More to me than to him.” “An hour is the same.” “You talk like an old man yourself.He can buy a bottle and drink at home.” “It􀆳s not the same.” “No, it is not,” agreed the waiter with a wife.He did not wish to be unjust.He was only in a hurry.“And you? You have no fear of going home before your usual hour?” “Are you trying to insult me?” “No, hombre, only to make a joke.”

    “No,” the waiter who was in a hurry said, rising from pulling down the metal shutters.“I have confidence.I am all confidence.” “You have youth, confidence, and a job,” the older waiter said.“You have everything.” “And what do you lack?” “Everything but work.” “You have everything I have.” “No.I have never had confidence and I am not young.” “Come on.Stop talking nonsense and lock up.” “I am of those who like to stay late at the cafe,” the older waiter said.“With all those who do not want to go to bed.With all those who need a light for the night.” “I want to go home and into bed.” “We are of two different kinds,” the older waiter said.He was now dressed to go home.“It is not only a question of youth and confidence although those things are very beautiful.Each night I am reluctant to close up because there may be someone who needs the cafe.” “Hombre, there are bodegas open all night long.” “You do not understand.This is a clean and pleasant cafe.It is well lighted.The light is very good and also, now, there are shadows of the leaves.”

    “Good night,” said the younger waiter.

    “Good night,” the other said.Turning off the electric light he continued the conversation with himself. It was the light of course but it is necessary that the place be clean and pleasant.You do not want music.Certainly you do not want music.Nor can you stand before a bar with dignity although that is all that is provided for these hours.What did he fear? It was not a fear or dread. It was a nothing that he knew too well.It was all a nothing and a man was a nothing too.It was only that and light was all it needed and a certain cleanness and order.Some lived in it and never felt it but he knew it all was nada y pues nada y nada y pues nada.

=He smiled and stood before a bar with a shining steam pressure coffee machine.

    “What􀆳s yours?” asked the barman.

    “Nada.” “Otro loco mas,” said the barman and turned away.

    “A little cup,” said the waiter.

    The barman poured it for him.

    “The light is very bright and pleasant but the bar is unpolished,” the waiter said.

    The barman looked at him but did not answer.It was too late at night for conversation.

    “You want another copita?” the barman asked.

    “No, thank you,” said the waiter and went out.He disliked bars and bodegas.A clean, well-lighted cafe was a very different thing.Now, without thinking further, he would go home to his room.He would lie in the bed and finally, with daylight, he would go to sleep.After all, he said to himself, it􀆳s probably only insomnia.Many must have it.

The young waiter wants to go home to bed mainly because of 　　　　.