"Stephen Golden - Last Ghost" - читать интересную книгу автора (Goldin Stephen)the pieces necessary to complete the puzzle. Long ago (how long was
indeterminate; time has no meaning in eternity), the ghosts had discovered a new and higher level of existence. All of them had gone over to this new evolutionary state; all except one. One last ghost to show the way up for all the new ghosts who would be coming along. Only, the mind-transferral breakthrough had changed all that. Suddenly, there were no new ghosts. And the last ghost was left alone. Duty confined him to ghostdom, and solitude condemned him to stagnation. Her pity exploded like a pink nova, even while some analytical portion of her mind noted that the maternal instinct does not fade through disuse. She cradled his pathetic non-being deep within her own shadowy self and whispered words of tender concern. And suddenly he felt warm with a glow he hadn't felt in eons. His null senses tingled deliciously with the nearness of this glorious other. Happily, he nestled himself against her. A shock ripped through her. And another. And another. "Oh dear. They're repairing the equipment failure. Soon they'll be sad stillness that followed, he uttered one word. "Don't." She was startled. This was the first time he had initiated a thought, the first time he had expressed a preference for some- thing. "What did you say?" "Don't be alive." "Why not?" "I need" "What?" She could feel herself beginning to fade from this nonplace. "I need" "Yes? Tell me. Tell me what you need." "I need" "What?" She was fading quickly. "I don't have much time left ` here. Please, tell me what!" "I need" She disappeared forever from his non-universe, without a trace. The last ghost wanders. He is a signpost with nowhere to point. He is a guide with no one to lead. So he drifts on with an empty mind and a half- forgotten, unfulfillable purpose. And occasionally: I NEED I NEED - I NEED As always, the object eludes him. |
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