"Terry Dowling - Flashmen" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dowling Terry)had arrived. тАЬHadnтАЩt heard.тАЭ
Sam didnтАЩt need to look back. Walt would be giving that look. тАЬHave to know if itтАЩs something local or a new arrival,тАЭ Sunny added, hardly necessary but these were new days. Maybe Sunny was worried that Sam would ask him to pull over and let him out. тАЬCouldnтАЩt risk it back in the Automatic. World Health wants known teams. Two of the best.тАЭ The World Health Organization in full stride again. The WHO doctors! тАЬHow bad?тАЭ Sam asked, remembering how the original Sailmaker had started, how it had changed everything, destroyed so many crews, discouraged the rest. тАЬNowhere near mature, but theyтАЩve tracked fourteen towns to date, half in Europe, rest in Asia. None in the Americas this time. Another six are possible, but overlaps are still making it hard to tell.тАЭ тАЬStats?тАЭ тАЬLast posting for the fourteen: two hundred and forty thousand people down. Recovery teams got to the European sites, but you know how Asia can be.тАЭ Used to know, Sam almost said, ready with attitude. But kept it back. тАЬHow far from the original?тАЭ he asked, thinking of The Sailmaker out there in the hot desert on the edge of the Amadeus Basin, so far away. тАЬRight near Dancing Doris. Sixty ks outside Broken Hill.тАЭ тАЬItтАЩll all depend on our pure!тАЭ Sam said, stating the obvious, the too obvious, but giving them the old Sam Aitchander standard. Part of him, too big a part of him really, suddenly wanted things as they were back then. Known. They let it be. He let it be. They drove the rest of the way to the Bendigo Gate in silence. Another time it would have been companionable and welcome. Now there was too much fear. A Sailmaker almost at the perimeter, Sam thought. TheyтАЩre closing in. **** TaggerтАЩs was on the very edge of the Krackenslough, that glinting landflow from the only Landing phenomenon, globally, ever to involve striking back at civilization from inside a Landing perimeter with large-scale coarse action above and beyond the shut-down fugues. There was that single calamitous |
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