"David Drake - Men Like Us" - читать интересную книгу автора (Drake David)

"We heard the siren," the Ukrainian said, his voice strange for coming from a mouth that was half bone-the half that had been turned away from the Strike that vaporized his infantry company, he had once explained.
"We could all tell they weren't burning coal, couldn't we?" Susu-ma added.
The three travelers began groping through the night, through the smoke and the screaming. "I don't think we've ever checked whether the Oconee plant was still operable," Smith said. "It'd be a good time to see."
Kozinski shrugged. "We ought to get back to England some time. It's been too long since we were there."
"No, there's time for that." Smith argued. "Nobody there is going to build a fission plant as long as there's one man left to tell what we did when we found the one at Harewell."
A pair of burning buildings lighted their path, sweeping the air clear with an angry updraft. Kozinski squinted, then reached out his hand to halt Ssu-ma. "Your birthmark," he said, pointing to the star-shaped blotch beneath the girl's left breast. "It used to be on the right side."
She shrugged. "The rocket just now, I suppose."
Kozinski frowned. "Don't you see? If we can change at all, we can die someday."
"Sure," Smith agreed. "I've got some white hairs on my temples. My hair was solid brown the . . . when I went to New York."
"We'll live as long as the world needs us," Ssu-ma said quietly, touching each of the men and guiding them onward toward the trail back through the mountains. The steam and the night wrapped them, muffled them. Through it her words came: "After all, what sort of men would there be in the world if it weren't for men like us?"
And all three of them spoke the final line of the joke, their voices bright with remembered humor: "Men like us!"