"Delany, Samuel R - The Einstein Intersection 1.0" - читать интересную книгу автора (Delaney Samuel R)

Her music crashed out with her brains on the rocks of the canyon floor a hundred feet below.

Rock. Stone. I tried to become the rock I hung against. I tried to be stone. Less blasted by her double death I would have dropped. Had she died in any other act than trying to save me, I would have died with her. But I couldn't let her fail.
My heart rocked. My heart rolled.
Numb, I dangled for some timeless time, till my hands began to slip.
"All right. Up you go."
Something seized my wrist and pulled me up, hard. My shoulders rang like gongs of pain under my ears. I was hauled blind over gravel. I blinked and breathed. Somehow Kid Death had pulled me up on the ledge with him.
"Just saved your life,". Kid Death said. "Aren't you glad you know me?"
I began to shake. I was going to pass out.
"You're just about to yell at me, 'You killed her!' " Kid Death said. "I killed her again is what really happened. And I may have to do it a third time before you get the idea-"
I lunged, would have gone off and over. But he caught me with one strong, wet hand, and slapped me with the other. The rain had stopped.
Maybe he did more than slap me.
The Kid turned and started scrambling up to the lip of the trail. I started after him.
I climbed.
Dirt ripped under my fingers. It's good about my nail chewing, because otherwise I wouldn't have had any nails left. From the ledge it was possible to get back up. Kid Death leaped and bounded. I crawled.

There's a condition where every action dogs one end. You move/breathe/stop to rest/start again with one thing in mind. That's how I followed. Mostly on my belly. Mostly with my breath held. I'm not too sure where I went. Things didn't clear up till I realized there were two figures in front of me: the moist, white redhead. A black thatch of hair, grimy Green-eye.
I lay on a rock, resting, is how it was, in the fog of fatigue and endeavor, when I saw them.
Kid Death stood with his arm around Green-eye's shoulder at the precipice. The sky in front of them swam violently.
"Look, pardner," Kid Death was saying; "we've got to come to some sort of agreement. I mean, you don't think I came all the way out here just to rustle five dragons from my friend Spider? That's just to let him know I'm still running. But you. You and I have to get together. Haploid? You're totally outside my range. I want you. I want you very much, Green-eye."
The dirty herder shrugged from under the moist fingers.
"Look," Kid Death said and gestured at the crazy sky.
As I had first seen the Kid's face in the glittering screen in the source-cave, I saw in the raveling clouds: a plain surrounded by a wire fence (a kage?) but inside a soaring needle wracked with struts and supports. I got some idea how big it was when I realized the stone blocks by the fence were houses, and the dots moving around were men and women.
"Starprobe," the Kid said. "They're on the verge of discovering the method the humans used to get from planet to planet, star to star. They've been delving in the ruins, tasting the old ideas, licking the bits of metal and wire now for ten years. It's almost finished." He waved his hand. Rolling in place of the scene now was water and water: an ocean. On the water, metal pontoons formed a floating station. Boats plied back and forth. Cranes dropped a metal cabinet towards the ocean floor. "Depthguage," the Kid explained. "Soon we shall be able to do more than dream across the silt of the ocean floor, but take these bodies to the fond of the world as they did." Another wave of the hand and we were looking underground. Segmented worms, driven by women with helmets. "Rockdrill, going on now in the place they called Chile." Then, at a final motion, we were looking at myriad peoples all involved in labor, grinding grain, or toiling with instruments gleaming and baffling and complex. "There," said Kid Death, "there are the deeds and doings of all the men and women and androgynes on this world to remember the wisdom of the old ones. I can hand you the wealth produced by the hands of them all." Green-eye's green eye widened. "I can guarantee it. You know I can. All you have to do is join me."
The white hand had landed on Green-eye's shoulder. Again he shrugged from under it.
"What power do you have?" Kid Death demanded. "What can you do with your difference! Speak to a few deaf men, dead men, pierce the minds of a few idiots?" I suddenly realized the Kid was very upset. And he wanted Green-eye to agree with him.
Green-eye started to walk away.
"Hey, Green-eye!" Kid Death bellowed. I saw his stomach sink as the air emptied from his chest. His claws knotted.
Green-eye glanced back.

"That rock! " The Kid motioned towards a chunk at the cliff's edge. "Turn that there rock into something to eat."
Green-eye rubbed his dirty finger behind his ear.
"You've been on this dragon drive now twenty-seven days. You've been away from Branning-at-sea a few days short of a year. Turn that log into a bed, like you used to sleep in at your mother's palace. You're a Prince at Branning-at-sea and you smell like lizard droppings. That puddle, make it an onyx bath with water any one of five temperatures controlled by a lever with a copper rat's head on the tip. You've got callouses on your palms and your legs are bowing from straddling a dragon's hump. Where are the dancers who danced for you on the jade tiles of the terrace? Where are the musicians who eased the evenings? Turn this mountain-top into a place worthy of you-"
I think this is when Green-eye looked up and saw me. He started for me, only stopped to pick up my machete that was lying at the foot of the rock, then vaulted up beside me.
On the cliff edge the Kid had gotten furious. He quivered, teeth meshed tight, fists balled against his groin. Suddenly he whirled and cried something-
Thunder.
It shocked me and I jerked back. Green-eye ignored it and tried to help me sit up. At the cliff's edge, Kid Death shook his arms. Lightning flared down the clouds. The leaves bleached from black to lavender. Green-eye didn't even blink. Thunder again; then someone flung buckets of water.
Herder dirt turned to mud on Green-eye's shoulder as he helped me down the slope. Something wasn't right inside me. Things kept going inside me. The rain was cold. I was shivering. Somehow it was easier just to relax, not to hold on...
Green-eye was shaking my shoulder. I opened my eyes to the rain and the first thing I did was reach out for my blade. Green-eye held it out of reach; he was glaring at me.
"Huh . . . ? Wha . . ." My fingers and toes tingled. "What happened?" Rain stung my ears, my lips.
Green-eye was crying, his lips snarling back from his white teeth. Rain streaked the dirt on his face, sleeked down his hair; he kept shaking my shoulder, desolate and furious.
"What happened?" I asked. "Did I pass out... ?" You died! He stared at me, unbelievingly, angry, and streaming. God damn it, Lobey! Why did you have to die! You just gave up: you just decided it wasn't worth it, and you let the heart stop and the brain blank! You died, Lobey! You died! "But I'm not dead now...."
No. He helped me forward. The music's going on again. Come on.
Once more I reached for my blade. He let me have it. There was nothing to hack at. I just felt better holding it. It was raining too hard to play.
We found our mounts moaning in the torrent and flinging their whiskers around happily. Green-eye helped me up. Astride a wet dragon, saddle or no, is as difficult as riding a greasy earthquake. We finally found the herd up ahead, moving slowly through the downpour.
Spider rode up to us. "There you are! I thought we'd lost you! Get over to the other side and keep them out of the prickly pears. Makes them drunk and you can't handle them."

So we rode over to the other side and kept them out of the prickly pears. I kept phrasing sentences in my head to tell Spider about what happened. I chewed over the words, but I couldn't gnaw them into sense. Once, when the pressure of disbelief grew so large I couldn't hold it, I reined my dragon around and dashed across the muddy slope towards Spider. "Boss, Kid Death is riding with-"
I'd made a mistake. The figure who turned wasn't Spider. Red hair slicked the white brow. Needle teeth snagged the thunder that erupted from behind the mountains as he threw back his head in doomed laughter. Naked on his dragon, he waved a black and silver hat over his head. Two ancient guns hung holstered at his hips, with milky handles glimmering. As his dragon reared (and mine danced back) I saw, strapped to his bare, clawed feet, a set of metal cages with revolving barbs that he heeled into his beast's flank, cruelly as a flower.
Dazed, I punched rain from my eyes. But the illusion (with veined temples gleaming with rain) was gone. Gagging on wonder, I rode back to the rim of the herd.