"Peter David - IQ" - читать интересную книгу автора (David Peter)

She had contemplated those miracles of natural construction, moving in
their relaxed, elliptical paths around their respective suns. They
seemed of infinite variety, some huge, some small. Some with rings
encircling them, glittering in the rays of starlight that managed to
reach and illuminate them. Some were freezing cold, balls of ice in
space, while others were volcanic, seething with molten activity, their
surfaces in such a constant state of flux that they seemed almost
alive. Within these extremes there was a vast spectrum of
worlds--temperate, dry, lush and green, flat and dull. An endless
assortment of planets from which to choose... But. But, but, but...
She was tired of looking. The unending choice had be come repetitive.
Big worlds, little worlds, inhabitable, uninhabitable.." what
difference did it make? The variety was so endless that,
paradoxically, it made them seem very much the same.

Of course there was the multi verse the multi verse had also held
fascination for her.." once.

There was a time when she could have stared forever into its mysteries,
spent eons contemplating its infinite aspects. She could see endless
possibilities, played out simultaneously in a dazzling array, a
procession, of realities. In one universe, an action led to war. In
another, the same action led to peace, as thousands of events played
upon it, one tumbling against another, an array of cosmic dominos. And
to shape it all was an activity that was nothing short of amazing.

Oftentimes it had pleased her to study a particular galaxy (chosen at
random) in one of the universes that comprised the multi verse

Since she lived in all times simultaneously, she was able to examine
their past, present, and future all at the same time, tracking the
delicate fibers of eternity's tapestry. Sometimes she would go
backward to discover how a galaxy, or even a world within a galaxy, was
progressing in its development. Or she would simply pick a world and
watch events unfold. Despite her limitless knowledge, a vision of the
future was not always within her purview. She could be as surprised as
anyone when things happened a particular way. On occasion she would
survey any number of worlds, comparing and contrasting, looking for the
similarities and delighting in the differences.

But. But, but, but... She was tired of looking. For she had come to
realize that none of it made a difference. Nothing of any consequence
would ever truly occur because there were no absolutes, except perhaps
that the multi verse had become absolutely, screamingly dull and
boring. Because anything could happen, everything seemed pointless.

And of course, there were people. Individuals had fascinated her.."
once.

There were individuals of such vile, irredeemable natures that nothing