"David Brin - Senses Three and Six" - читать интересную книгу автора (Brin David)

to ask him to describe what he feels when he's in that state, but he'd just get mad and
tell me to go away. Finally, I realized that the yelling was a sermon! It's suchness he's
concentrating on. Or Tao or Wu or whatever you want to name it, only naming isn't
where it's at, either."
I shake my head, muttering, "Crock of shit." And I mean it, too. Chuck and I are
in total agreement.
Alan just laughs. "I once read a book about a meditation system just Tike the one
Chuck uses. It was pretty popular about a decade or so back. Only I never believed
it until I met Chuck. I don't suppose he ever read the book. He just does it."
Alan sighs. "And that's what I have to learn, to pass those tests in Houston. If I
could move with grace and concentration like he does when he's fixing bikes, I'd be
a shoo-in. I tell you, Chuck should be the one trying for astronaut!"


And that will be quite enough! Elise's smile fades as I growl.
"What a load of bull, Alan. I'm no... Zan master, if that's what you call it, and I
sure have better things to do than get fried in one of those money-wasting,
man-killing bombs they keep setting off down at Vandenberg! If you want to be
popped up like a piece of toast you just go right ahead, but don't "enthuse" all over
me, okay?"
The damned kid just keeps grinning.
"There! There it is again! That expression on his face. It's the same one he had
this morning when I stopped by to tell him I might get a crew slot on the space
station."
Alan's expression turns inward a bit, puzzled and not afraid at all to show it.
"It's as if he knew something I didn't," he murmurs. "As if he thought all that was
somehow child's play."
If Alan were sitting just a little closer, I know I'd strangle him. If a bright young
idiot like Alan Fowler can see through Chuck... what about Them?
My face is made of sleet-swept granite. I don't move, but let the world turn
beneath me.
Child's play. Indeed.


Imagine a year of rumors... of strange lights in the sky...
The supermarket magazines carry a spate of UFO headlines. Several famous
psychics report getting severe headaches along with alternating feelings of
claustrophobia and exaltation.
 An amateur astronomer reports another of those mysterious "ventings" on the
moon...
Imagine flashes in the sky...


The mental processes are slow. I feel tired and cranky. It's been a long night and
only at intervals have I had relief from this ridiculous internal monologue...
describing everything I think or feel to an unseen audience. It's an audience I'd rather
show my backside, but that's physiologically impossible.
It's just past one. I help Joey close up while over by the door Elise flirts with Dan
and Jase of the band. Thank heavens the role never required that Chuck be the
jealous sort. It's good to hear her laugh. She has a nice laugh.