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knows somebody's about to dump boiling water on its nest? Or a wygor
ever realizes what the skinner wants?'

Neither young man understood the references.

'What do you think all the riots are about?' he went on.

'What riots?'

'You didn't watch any 'casts while you were farting around in the 'cruit
barracks?'

'Uh... no,' Yoshitaro said. 'I don't pay much attention to the news.'

'Better start. A good holo-flash'll generally clue you how deep the shit
is you're about to get tossed into, and maybe even give you time to pack
hip boots.

'People are rioting, tearing things up because they can't get things.
Centrum being a high-class admin center, nobody bothers to grow
anything. Which means everything from biscuits to buttwipe gets shipped
in, not produced locally. Since the system's showing cracks, sometimes
those shipments don't get here in time for dinner.

'It's real hard to accept you're on the greatest planet in the universe,
like the holos say, if you can't afford beans and bacon.'

'How come you know so much, anyway?' Njangu said, just a bit
billigerently.

This time the look came at him. But he didn't quail. Kipchak let his
glower fade down.

''Cause I pay attention,' he said. 'Something you better learn. For
instance, I could tell you where we're going, what unit we're headed
for, and even what the pol/sci setup is there. If I wanted to. Which I
don't, much.' Perhaps he was about to add more, but they'd reached the
ship's gangway.

'Your name and homeworld,' a synthed voice intoned.

'Petr Kipchak,' he growled. 'Centrum, when it suits me.'

'Noted,' the robot said. 'Compartment sixteen. Take any bunk. Next.'

And the huge Malvern swallowed them.


The compartment stretched into dimness. It was filled with endless four
high rows of bunks, with small lockers under the bottom one, and, like