"Frank Herbert - Dune 4 - God Emporer of Dune" - читать интересную книгу автора (Herbert Brian & Frank)

Leto watched him, thinking how this tiny scene encapsulated ..fostered
the essence of the Army myth. The Army fostered technology because the power of
machines appeared so obvious to the shortsighted.
That lasgun is no more than a machine. But all machines fail or are superceded.
Still, the Army worships at the shrine of such things-both fascinated and
fearful. Look at how people fear the Ixians! In its guts, the Army knows it is
the Sorcerer's Apprentice. It unleashes technology and never again can the magic
be stuffed back into the bottle.
I teach them another magic.
Leto spoke to the hordes within then:
"You see? Moneo has disabled the deadly instrument. A connection broken here, a
small capsule crushed there."
Leto sniffed. He smelled the esters of a preservative oil riding on the stink of
Moneo's perspiration.
Still speaking inwardly, Leto said: "But the genie is not dead. Technology
breeds anarchy. It distributes these tools at random. And with them goes the
provocation for violence. The ability to make and use savage destroyers falls
inevitably into the hands of smaller and smaller groups until at last the group
is a single individual."
Moneo returned to a point below Leto, holding the disabled lasgun casually in
his right hand. "There is talk on Parella and the planets of Dan about another
jihad against such things as this."
Moneo lifted the lasgun and smiled, signaling that he knew the paradox in such
empty dreams.
Leto closed his eyes. The hordes within wanted to argue, but he shut them off,
thinking: Jihads create armies. The Butlerian Jihad tried to rid our universe of
machines which simulate the mind of man. The Butlerians left armies in their
wake and the lxians still make questionable devices . . . for which I thank
them. What is anathema? The motivation to ravage, no matter the instruments.
"It happened," he muttered.
"Lord?"
Leto opened his eyes. "I will go to my tower," he said. "I must have more time
to mourn my Duncan."
"The new one is already on his way here," Moneo said.
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You, the first person to encounter my chronicles for at least four thousand
years, beware. Do not feel honored by your primacy in reading the revelations of
my Ixian storehouse. You will find much pain in it. Other than the few glimpses
required to assure me that the Golden Path continued. I never wanted to peer
beyond those four millennia. Therefore, I am not sure what the events in my
journals may signify to your times. I only know that my journals have suffered
oblivion and that the events which I recount have undoubtedly been submitted to
historical distortion for eons. I assure you that the ability to view our
futures can become a bore. Even to be thought of as a god, as I certainly was,
can become ultimately boring. It has occurred to me more than once that holy
boredom is good and sufficient reason for the invention of free will.
-Inscription on the storehouse at bar-es-Balat
I am Duncan Idaho.
That was about all he wanted to know for sure. He did not like the Tleilaxu
explanations, their stories. But then the Tleilaxu had always been feared.