"Crawford Killian - The Empire of Time" - читать интересную книгу автора (Killian Crawford)

They ascended the escalator to the Transferpoint Concourse, a circular roofed
plaza 250 meters in diameter. The main exit led outside to New York,
Earth/2015. The other exits, spaced around the plaza's circumference and marked
by glowing holoposters, led to:

New-York, Beulah/1804; Vikingshaven, Eden/1180; Port Palisades, Ahania/107;
Chronoport, Los/965 BC; Ishizawa City, Albion/8127 BC; Glaciopolis,
Ore/12,165 BC; Simpsonville, Luvah/22,233 BC; Johnson Station,
Urthona/26,991 BC; Hudson Valley, Vala 34,468 BC; Welcome, Thel/47,114
BC; Lindsay City, Thannas/70,787 BC.

There were, of course, no shuttles to Ulro/2239 or Urizen/3571. The dead worlds
uptime were visited only through special I-Screens by highly trained scavengers
who darted into the ruined cities seeking clues to the nature of Doomsday.

Thousands poured through the Concourse. Philon and Pierce ignored them as
they headed for the elevators to the upper floors of the Transferpoint Building.
They stepped alone into the VIP elevator, and Philon inserted a key into the


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control panel. He pressed 112: Operations Division, Wigner's floor. The doors
sighed shut, and Pierce sank into one of the easy chairs, stretching his long legs.
He smiled tiredly at Philon, who smiled back and remained standing.

"You're new with the Agency, aren't you?"

"That's right, sir. I've been with the Director's Office about a month now. It's a
good place to work."

"And how long have you been on Earth?"

Philon's smile faded a little. To continue normal speech in private was proper
enough between one of Pierce's rank and one of Philon's, but it was rude to ask
about what should already be known.

"Three years. My sister and I were Tested in '06 and brought uptime in '07. She's
interning now in a hospital in Montevideo. As I suppose you know." He had
spelled it all outтАФa counterinsult.

"How does she like it? Better than being the property of some asshole in a
bronze jockstrap, hey?"

Philon watched the floor numbers flashing above the door. "Hmm," he replied.
He did not like having his endochronic background thrown in his face. Such
rudeness was to be expected from Backsliders, un-Trainables who were being