"Brian Herbert & Kevin J. Anderson - Dune 10 - The Butlerian " - читать интересную книгу автора (Herbert Brian & Frank)

When humans created a computer with the ability to collect information and learn
from it, they signed the death warrant of mankind.
тАФSISTER BECCA THE FINITE




Salusa Secundus hung like a jeweled pendant in the desert of space, an oasis of
resources and fertile fields, peaceful and pleasing to the optic sensors. Unfortunately, it
was infested with feral humans.
The robotic fleet approached the capital world of the League of Nobles. Armored
warships bristled with weapons, weirdly beautiful with their reflective alloy coatings,
their adornments of antennae and sensors. Aft engines blazed pure fire, pushing the
vessels to accelerations that would have crushed mere biological passengers. Thinking
machines required no life-support or physical comfort. Currently, they were focused on
destroying the remnants of age-old human resistance on the wild outer fringes of the
Synchronized Worlds.
Inside his pyramid-shaped vessel, the cymek general Agamemnon led the attack.
Logical thinking machines did not care about glory or revenge. But Agamemnon
certainly did. Fully alert inside his preservation canister, his human brain watched the
plans unfold.
Ahead of him, the main fleet of robot warships swept into the human-infested
system, overwhelming the crews of sur prised sentry vessels like an avalanche out of
space. Human picket ships opened fire, defenders swept in to meet the oncoming
machine force. Five League sentry vessels fired off heavy salvos, but most of their
projectiles were too slow to hit the streaking inbound fleet. A handful of robotic vessels
were damaged or destroyed by lucky shots, and just as many human ships exploded in
flashes of incandescent vaporтАФnot because they posed a particular threat, but because
they were in the way. Only a few distant scouts managed to transmit a warning toward
vulnerable Salusa Secundus. Robot battleships vaporized the diffuse inner perimeter of
human defenses, without even slowing on their way to their real goal. Shuddering under
extreme deceleration, the thinking-machine fleet would arrive not long after the warning
signal reached the capital world.
 The humans would never have time enough to prepare. The robot fleet was ten
times the size and power of any force Omnius had ever before sent against the League
of Nobles. The humans had grown complacent, having faced no concentrated robotic
aggression during the last century of uneasy cold war. But machines could wait a long
time, and now Agamemnon and his surviving Titans would finally have their chance.
Revealed by a flurry of tiny machine spy probes, the League had recently installed
supposedly invincible defenses against gelcircuitry-based thinking machines. The
massive robot fleet would wait at a safe distance while Agamemnon and his small
vanguard of cymeks pressed forward on a mission, perhaps a suicidal one, to open the
door.
Agamemnon reveled in the anticipation. Already the hapless bio-logicals would be
sounding alarms, preparing defensesтАж cowering in fear. Through flowing electrafluid
that kept his disembodied brain alive, he transmitted an order to his cymek shock
troops. "Let us destroy the heart of the human resistance. Forward!"
For a thousand hellish years, Agamemnon and his Titans had been forced to serve
the computer evermind, Omnius. Chafing under their bondage, the ambitious but
defeated cymeks now turned their frustration against the League of Nobles. One day the