"Jerry Davis - Strong Metallic Arm" - читать интересную книгу автора (Davis Jerry)

Stop, Erin told herself. Don't do this. Don't let it get to
you. Grief welled up in her, sweeping through her. She was dead.
She was a dead person. The real Erin Lind died and she was just a
joke, an afterthought. A ghost. All the things she'd done in her
life, all the plans she still had . . . it was all over.
No! I will be alive again! Stop this!
Surviving death. Being reborn. Was it like this? This was
living hell! No, it wasn't even living. It was true purgatory. She
was afraid of being put into her new body . . . what if it wasn't
the same? What if it was like this? I'll go around forever
thinking that I'm not really alive, that I'm just a zombie. I
should have declared my new body a daughter and let her live her
own life. Let something new come into this universe, something
that can make a true start, make its own decisions. Not the
preprogrammed death of another me.
Stop! she told herself. Stop! She wished to God she could
contact the Oracle, she needed its guidance . . . but she had no
access to her own money! She couldn't be with the oracle for a
nanosecond.
There was a shifting of her senses, and everything began to
fade out, grow distant. The panic ebbed away. I'm crashing, she
thought. The hardware is failing. The darkness came down like a
blanket being dropped over her, and she thought of dirt covering
her body in a hole. I'm dead, I'm being buried. I can be in peace.
Through the darkness a light shown. She saw colored windows,
stained glass. An archway. A raised podium. A old man with white
hair and a long white beard stood in biblical robes and faced her.
"Fear and panic blind you," he said in his rich, echoing voice.
"You must not give in, you must not despair. A second chance at
life is still life. Your flesh is nothing, it's your code that
makes you unique. Your pattern. Strive to continue your pattern,
otherwise all life is meaningless."
"Is it you? The Oracle?"
"Yes."
"You have a face."
"I have many faces. This one is for you."
"How did you find me?"
"I am the Oracle. I am tied into everything, otherwise I
could not be the Oracle. Even so, I cannot see the future, I can



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only predict the odds. As in nature, odds are sometimes
meaningless. I could not foresee your dream coming true. You may
have a gift that I do not have, or it may be another example of
the meaninglessness of the odds of chance. Unlikely things must
occur, or everything would be predictable.