"William Forstchen - Into the Sea of Stars" - читать интересную книгу автора (Forstchen William R)"Then, Mr. Hansin, perhaps you could enlighten us allas to the ramifications of the Geosync Positions Com-munications Treaty of 2031 and how it was later cited byBeaulieu as the underlying cause of the Second SouthAmerican Crisis of 2038." "Say, Dr. Lacklin, was that in our readings?" "By God, man, yes!" In exasperation Ian rose up tohis full five-and-a-half-foot height and pointed a stubbyfinger at Hansin. "Can't you see how important this was? With thecrowding of the geosync points in the early part of the twenty-first century came the increasing agitation bythe equatorial countries for control not only of the atmos-phere above them but of the geosync positions, as well.Out of that came the abortive attempt to take Powersat23 from the Sino-Japanese Energy Consortium, which in turn placed in jeopardy the Skyhook construction project in Malaysia. Can't you see how important that is to your life today?" Blank stares greeted him. An ocean of blank stares. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html "This room is a vacuum!" Ian shouted, waving hisshort, pudgy arms. "I know this course is required, I knowyou were all dragged in here kicking and screaming, but,by God, it's required for a reason. throwing a ball through a hoop will be far more importantthan this." Ian realized that his sarcasm was lost on thatcrowd, but with a note of pleading in his voice he valiantlytried to push ahead. "Don't you realize that you shouldalso be able to teach your students about history, as well?Can't you see that?" "Sure, Doc. We see that, but it's Friday, and the shuttletram's leaving for Bostem in half an hour." "Ah, a visit to the fleshpots of Bostem is more impor-tant to you than this, is that it, Mr. Hansin? And you,too, Mr. Roy?" Silence. "Well, Mr. Roy, don't sit there slack-jawed and drool-ing, answer me." "Doc, that's an interesting point, and most difficult to answer." lan's cherubic face turned crimson. "Idiots, get out, just get out of here." His voice cracked on a high note, as it always did when he got excited. "Just get out!" The mindless herd of thirty-odd students exploded intoaction and stampeded past him for the doorway. "Wait, wait a minute, your reading assignment for nextweek..." But they were already gone, the corridor ech-oing with the sounds of their cattlelike trampling and mutedcomments about Lacklin's heritage and physiologicalshortcomings. |
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