"Benford G - Furious Gulf" - читать интересную книгу автора (Benford Gregory)

That's all. For that we're supposed to...-
He broke off as Killeen abruptly turned his back. The Cap'n of the Argo kept his shoulders square despite a sudden sag of his head. Toby saw
that his father was fighting with himself, wrestling with dark demons his
son would never fully know.
Toby could only glimpse them through the clotted phrases of their
conversations, through half-made gestures, through the veiled language
of shrugs and scowls and sudden, blunt looks that revealed momentar
naked emotion. The Cap'n was never able to unburden himself, not even
to his son. Not even, perhaps, to Shibo... when she had lived.
Things were weighing on Killeen. Shibo's loss. Killeen's oblique
relation now with his own son. The approaching whirlpool of True
Center. All these churned within his father's mind, Toby knew. An unhealthy
soup.
Killeen gazed out at the blue-black mass that loomed like an absolute
wall beside the Argo. It was a snarled, inky cloud of dust and simple
molecules, their ship's instruments said. But Killeen always distrusted the
crisp certainties of Argo's Bridge diagnostics. Years before he had formed
the habit of surveying from the hull itself, free of the reassuring, softening,
artificial clasp of the ship. Or at least that was what he said. Toby suspected
that he just liked to get clear of Argo's confines. Like father, like son.
Gloomy clouds like this dotted the pressing radiance of the Galactic
Center, black punctuation marks in a riot of stellar fire. Killeen had chosen
Argo's
to take of this cloud shield lethal
course
advantaзe aS
a against
radiation levels. As Argo slipped slowly by veiled, murky filaments, Toby
watched his father's face tighten, wrinkle with a grimace--and suddenly
open in astonishment.
--There!--Killeen pointed.--Moving.--
Toby thumbed a control on his neck collar. The helmet computer
telescoped his vision and shifted to infrared. His field of view rushed into
the recesses of the cloud.
Something snaked at the edge of the mottled mist.
--Go to high mags,--Killeen said tersely, his surprise gone, all
business.
Toby sent his vision zooming to max magnification. RANGE: 23 KILL, his
visor told him.
The snaky thing wriggled--slowly, slowly. Its gleaming jade skin
reflected the starglow. Sluggishly it spread gossamer-thin sheets along its
body.
--It's alive!--Toby called.

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The green serpent was using sails. Natural sails, grown out of its body
on fibrous spars. They caught amber starlight. In zero gravity, Toby knew,
even the faint pressure of light was enough to give a measurable push.
With nothing to slow it down, the twisty creature would pick up speed.