"Duane, Diane - Tos - Spock's World" - читать интересную книгу автора (Duane Diane)

fascinatingly large number of vari ables-seasonal
tendencies, solar storms, the fluctua tions of the
Earth's ionosphere and ionopause, the
j occasionally successful attempts to control
weather on a local scale, and in the midst of it
all, the endless fluxions, perturbations, and
movements of jet stream and a hundred lesser winds.
He had spent a week j mastering North
America's weather; and after writing the master
algorithm with all the necessary seasonal variations and
sending it off to the Western Hemi sphere Weather
Service, he turned away to something i more
challenging. Greater Britain and Ireland seemed
sure to keep him busy for a long while: the
algorithms promised to be exceptionally complex.
Perhaps ten days this time. He wondered idly if the people
living there would be happy to have their weather
solved at i last.
Spock considered the three small, patchy lows
presently sitting over the British Isles,
while the lists in his head slipped back for.
attention. Almost every thing was complete now: the last few
deliveries would j be cargo and mail for parts of the
Federation that no normal carrier serviced . . . or
at least, no carrier quite so well armed. There were
twelve tons of container j cargo, mostly heavy
machinery or electronics, and the equivalent of
fifty tons of mail, some as data storage, p
more in the same kind of "abeyance" as the coffee. It
cost too much to ship most paper over interstellar
distances, but executable documents, currency, and
personal mail still needed to be paper (or plastic
or 9
metal right-brace at both ends of the process,
for varying reasons. And the coffee solution was a good
one for paper, since energy was cheaper to ship than
matter, even with the "overhead" energy that the
transporter spent keeping the solid goods in
flux. Nor was security a problem: Spook had
himself devised the ciphers that would make sure no
mail was tampered with while in transit. They were
satchel codes of extreme complexity, their
basic structure derived from a most reliable
source-
The comm console went off.
Spook punched a button on the arm of the helm.
"Enterprise; Spook here."
"Sarek," said the voice, and Spook's eyebrow
went up.
"Father," he said. "Are you and Mother well?"