"Steve Gordon - Insectoids 04 - Nightfall On August" - читать интересную книгу автора (Gordon Steve)

But the damage Zsst had done was significant enough. MostAllianceworlds

were without power. That would be a disaster on any world.

On August, it was worse than a disaster.

Imagine a city so large that it spanned an entire continent, and you

imagine August. Everything from transportation to food to medicine to

industry relied on power. Even at the height of the Insectoid occupation

the generators kept running, supplying the resistance with the power they

needed to run their underground electrofarms. There were some conventional

farms on the periphery of the continent, but they only produced a small

fraction of the food needed to support the population.

And now, suddenly, the lights went out. Everything stopped working. The

power generators cut out. The hot lamps which powered the underground

farms cut out. The entire planet was cut off, surrounded by a sparkling
field of particles that prevented any ship from safely landing, that even

prevented communications from coming in and out. August was one, big,

prehistoric prison, and everyone on the planet was trapped there.



The power to all electrical devices had been cut off right after the

energy suppression field hit. Unfortunately, one of those "electrical

devices" was a small fighter, just in the process of taking off, when

power was lost.

The wreckage from the long range Trobadore B two seater fighter littered

the street, burning everywhere. A bloody hand reached up unsteadily to

push some of the debris away.

A person attached to the hand struggled to free himself from the debris as

well as the parachute attached to the chair ejection mechanism. The figure