"Kathleen Ann Goonan - Nanotech 04 - Light Music" - читать интересную книгу автора (Goose Mother)

is above hers, and the only sound it gives off is that hissing sound.
We have an old radio too, and there is a radio tower on top of
Golden Peak, and it keeps on broadcasting, and maybe once every
two months the signal gets through. But the same old thing is
playing over and over again: singing, an old old news show, what
Dad says are commercials that weтАЩre all better off without, and
more singing.
I like the singing, myself. She said that the notes come from the
girl in the moon. She says weird things like that.
I want to see what she is seeing, when I grow up. I hope that she
is right, and that we will all know this thing that she knows, and
that this will make her happy. I told her I was going to marry her
when I grow up and she just laughed and ruffled my hair and said
that she would be way too old for me.
I want to marry her because she looks so lonely sometimes. She
tells me about the different things that happened back then, what
she knew about them. She says that stories are the curled-up
dimensions in superstrings, and that humans are the only creatures
that can tell stories and have this special kind of sentienceтАФI think
that sentience is kind of like consciousnessтАФand that is why they
can see this light, and that is why some of them went away. She
talks about the ones who went away a lot. She talks about the girl
who played light music, and a South American woman she calls The
Storyteller, and the people who are waiting in the sky. She always
ends up talking about somebody called Radio Cowboy.
ThatтАЩs when she looks the most sad.
I tell her I wanted to write the stories all down for a school
project and she looks far off and says they are all in her head and
maybe sheтАЩll tell them someday. Maybe.
One day I followed her out to James Mountain. It was
summertime and windy and the leaves made a lot of noise and so
she never heard me. Or maybe she did and decided to let me follow
and let me see.
Because she took a turn off the main trail that I hadnтАЩt noticed
before whenever Mom and Dad and my sisters and I went hiking
and it was awful steep and hard to follow. Finally, when I was
really, really tired, she came to a little meadow of golden grass with
pine trees all round and in the meadow was a white cylinder about
as tall as she was standing in a patch of wildflowers. I know what a
cylinder is, and a cube and an ovoid too. She pressed some things on
it and then she leaned her head against it and pounded on it with
one fist and looked like she was crying. I ran away then.
But I went back last month and the cylinder is still there, and
has a band of glowing lights around it higher than I can reach. I
havenтАЩt told anyone about it.
I still want to marry her when I grow up.