"L. Timmel Dochamp - Memory Work" - читать интересную книгу автора (Duchamp L Timmel) Memory Work
by L. Timmel Duchamp L. Timmel Duchamp is the author of The Grand Conversation (2004), a collection of essays; LoveтАЩs Body , Dancing in Time (2004), a collection of short fiction; and Alanya to Alanya (2005), a novel. She has been a finalist for the Sturgeon, Homer, and Nebula awards, and has been short-listed four times for the James Tiptree, Jr. Memorial Award. An ample selection of her critical writing as well as a few of her stories can be found at ltimmel.home.mindspring.com. In her powerful new story, the author explores how humanity might survive even the most devastating alien invasion. **** Each time тАЬIтАЭ speaks, a virtual self is born. тАФAmanda S. Fielding **** 1. She called it the End of the World, a designation that marked the limits of her attempt to comprehend the intolerably incomprehensible. On January sixteenth, the world was much as it had been the previous day (which is not to say what it had been the previous year, given the rapidity of change in her world), but on January seventeenth it began to collapse, and a few days after that it was gone, irretrievably. From perhaps January nineteenth on she began to think that though the means bringing about the End were not any she could ever have imagined, the feel of her tenuous day-to-day survival was exactly what she remembered experiencing in the many End-of-the-World scenes she had been dreaming since childhood. January seventeenth was a gray, cold, gloomy day in her city. At around noon around the world. At 3:30, she and her coworkers were dismissed early so that there would be no chance that any of them would be out and about after dark. The тАЬwildnessтАЭ had arrived in her city, too. She spent the evening chatting on the phone, explaining it all to friends and relatives as simple mass hysteria exacerbated by the copycat syndrome, and that the news media were making too much of it. She had been glued to CNN since arriving home from work, tearing herself away only for telephone solace and to cruise the Internet for additional, less official, information. She was not at first overly concerned, because the media initially portrayed the тАЬwildnessтАЭ as a sort of global gang World War, organized along racial and ethnic lines, and also because she was used to watching catastrophic situations on CNN, whose anchors had been trained to keep viewersтАЩ fear and despair aroused but distanced. By daybreak she understood that the situation had gone beyond even the possibility of control. Throughout the night a constant barrage of gunfire and bursts of screams, shrieks, and bellows had been carried to her on the wind. In the morning she saw from her fourth-floor windows that a significant portion of the city was ablaze. Local television stations advised people not to call 911 or indeed any municipal or county numbers at all. тАЬThe authorities are overwhelmed,тАЭ they said at frequent intervals. A tape of the mayor pleading with people to keep their adolescent children home for their own (and the communityтАЩs) safety reran every fifteen minutes. All morning she tried to get through to the friends and relatives she had spoken with the night before, but the circuits were always busy. A few minutes before noon, her phone went dead. CNN reported that most national guard units and |
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