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

once-defeated general hoped to turn against Omnius himself, but thus far had seen no
opportunity.
The League had erected new scrambler shields around Salusa Secundus. Such fields
would destroy the sophisticated gelcircuitry of all AI computersтАФbut human minds could
survive the passage. And though they had mechanical systems and interchangeable
robotic bodies, cy-meks still had human brains.

Thus, they could pass through the defensive shields unscathed.
Like a target behind crosshairs, Salusa Secundus filled Agamemnon's field of view.
With great attention to detail the general had studied tactical projections, applying the
military skills he'd developed over the centuries, along with an intuitive understanding of
the art of conquest. His abilities had once allowed a mere twenty rebels to take over an
empireтАж until they'd lost it all to Omnius.
Prior to launching this important attack, the computer evermind had insisted on
running simulation after simulation, trying to develop plans for every contingency.
Agamemnon, though, knew it was futile to plan too precisely when it came to unruly
humans.
Now, while the immense robot war fleet engaged the expected League orbital
defenses and perimeter ships, Agamemnon's mind probed outward from his sensor-
connected container, and he felt his guideship as an extension of his long-lost human
body. The integral weapons were part of himself. He saw with a thousand eyes, and the
powerful engines made him feel as if he had muscular legs again and could run like the
wind.
'Prepare for ground assault. Once our dropcarriages penetrate the Salusan defenses,
we must strike fast and hard." Recalling that watcheyes would record every moment of
the battle for the evermind's later scrutiny once the fleet returned, he added, "We will
sterilize this filthy planet for the glory of Omnius." Agamemnon slowed his descent, and
the others followed suit. "Xerxes, take the lead. Send in your neo-cymeks to draw their
fire and flush them out."
Hesitant as usual, Xerxes complained. "Will I have your full support as I go in? This
is the most dangerous part ofтАФ

Agamemnon silenced him. "Be grateful for this opportunity to prove yourself. Now
go! Every second you delay gives more time to the hrethgir." This was the derogatory
term that intelligent machines and their cymek lackeys used for human vermin.
Another voice crackled across the comlink: the robot operator of the machine fleet
battling the human protective force orbiting Salusa. "We await your signal, General
Agamemnon. Human resistance is intensi-fying."
'We're on our way," Agamemnon said. "Xerxes, do as I instructed!"
Xerxes, who always fell short of complete defiance, stifled further comment and
summoned three neo-cymeks, later-generation machines with human minds. The
quartet of pyramidal ships shut down their subsidiary systems, and their armored
dropcarriages fell unguided into the atmosphere. For a few dangerous moments they
would be easy targets, and the League's missile-and-aerial defenses might hit a few of
the cluster. But the dropcarriages' dense material shielding would protect them against
the brunt of the bombardment, keeping them intact even through a wild crash-landing
on the outskirts of the prime city of Zimia, where the main shield-generating towers
were located.
Thus far the League of Nobles had preserved unruly humanity against the organized
efficiency of Omnius, but the feral biologicals governed themselves ineffectively and