"Samuel R. Delany - High Weir" - читать интересную книгу автора (Delaney Samuel R)"I wasn't going to break upтАФ" Then: "Oh myтАФGod.тАж No! This isтАФ" And Rimkin thought: Which one is it? Jesus, with all this distortion, I can't tell what direction the voices are coming from. I can place any accent on Earth, but I can't even recognize their individual voices any more! Which one? Hodges turned around. "What is it?" Jones, still down on the sand, called up, "What is it, Dr. Smith? What's happening up there?" "This is just тАж no тАж this is amazing!" They were all going to the base of the column against which the ladder was leaning. So Rimkin went too. The white-suited figure on the top rung was peering into one of the eyes with a flashlight. "Dr. Smith, are you all right?" "Yes, yes. I'm fine. Please, just wait! But this тАж" "He said be quiet," from someone else. I can hear five people breathing in my ears, Rimkin thought. What could he be looking at? "Dr. Smith," Rimkin called. "Shhhh!" Rimkin went on doggedly. "Can you describe what you're looking at." "Yes, I тАж think so. It'sтАФit's Mars. Only, the way it must have been. A city, the city around this building. Roads. Machines that move, and a horizon full of man-madeтАФbuildings? Perhaps they're buildings. The picture movesтАФand the streets are full of creatures, like the statues. No, they're different. Some hurry тАж some go slowly тАж This whole plateau, all of High Weir, must have been some incredible acropolis for a mammoth cosmopolitan community. Wait! They're unveiling some sort of statue. Now they're presenting one of them to the people. Maybe a priest. Or a sacrificeтАФ" After moments of silence, Mak said, "What pictures are you talking about?" "It's like looking through a window onto what must have been here тАж on this plateau perhaps hundreds of thousands of years ago. As soon as I shine my laser light into the concaved surface, I'm suddenly looking out on three-dimensional |
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