"Isaac Asimov - Nebula Stori" - читать интересную книгу автора (Asimov Isaac)

great treasure for no more than a nice
dream.

Jato had let the lure of that promise fool
him. He spent years saving for the ticket
to Ansatz. But how do you give a dream? It
was harder than it sounded, particularly
given how sun-dwelling humans revolted the
Dreamers. The same husky build and rugged
looks that had won him such admiration
back home repelled the Dreamers.
Considering their disdain for ugliness, he
feared they wouldnТt even let him stay the
ten days.

They never let him go.

So now he sat by himself and watched the
spacer walk to a table across in the Dome.
She wore dark pants tucked into boots and
a white sweater with gold rings decorating
the upper arms. Her clothing looked
familiar, but Jato couldnТt place why. She
had no jacket; NightingaleТs weather
machines aided the planetТs natural
convection to keep the climate pleasant,
free from the fierce winds the tore at the
rest of Ansatz. Her hair was a cloud of
black curls with gold tips, and dark
lashes framed her eyesЦgreen eyes, the
color of a leaf in the forest. Her skin
had a dusky hue, full of rosy blooming
health. None of the Dreamers spared her a
second look, but Jato thought she was
lovely.

She sat downЦand the server showed up to
take her order. Irked, Jato got up and
headed for the laser bar, intending to
insist they serve him. Reaching it,
however, was no simple feat. The DomeТs
floor consisted of nested rings, each
slowly rotating in one direction or the
other. The text he had found in the
library described some business about
"mapping coefficients in quantum
superpositions onto ring velocities." All
he knew was that it took a computer to
coordinate the motion so patrons could
step from one ring to another without