"Victor Koman - Death's Dimensions" - читать интересную книгу автора (Koman Victor)

тАЬWhat youтАЩre getting, Virgil, is a mixture of saline solution, ribonucleic
acid, and picotechs. The RNA is memory juice. Practically every living
thing has it. The picotechs are tiny machines that carry the second and
more important component of memory. All this came from a man who
worked for the Brennen Trust before he died.тАЭ Her voice paused for just an
instant. тАЬWe want to know why he died, but you probably wonтАЩt be able to
tell us that right away. When he died, though, he possessed skills and
knowledge that take a long time to learn. WeтАЩre cutting corners this way
because weтАЩre in a hurry.тАЭ
Virgil nodded nervously, a trickle of sweat running down his brow.
Beneath his bandages, his muscles tightened rigidly.
TheyтАЩre filling me up with machines that carry someone elseтАЩs mind!
Maybe I can get him to help me. I donтАЩt hear him, though. And now the
roar is coming back. IтАЩm losing her cipher. Down. Back. Focus. TheyтАЩre
trying to make it hard for me. IтАЩll get out, though. There! Less roar and
her cipherтАЩs broken again.
тАЬItтАЩs the picotechs,тАЭ she continued, тАЬthat make the process work. They
were in this other manтАЩs bloodstream and brain, recording his unique
electrochemical patterns. TheyтАЩll reproduce them at similar sites in your
own brain. Instant memories. No need to go to school.тАЭ
Deep inside KinneyтАЩs body, machines no larger than a molecule sought
out their topologically programmed locations. Picotunnelers bored
through the blood-brain barrier, admitting the rest of the invaders.
Picosculptors attached to low-activity areas of KinneyтАЩs cerebrum,
reshaping neural connections, synapses, and electrochemical order to
simulate those of a man now dead. Picogenerators duplicated the peaks
and valleys of another brainтАЩs unique electrical field. Picolocators awaited
their particular strand of RNA to pass by in the blood-stream. When they
did, they mated with the strands; mated chemically, topographically,
electricallyтАФmore intimately than the minds that created them could
imagine.
Impossible to see with anything less powerful than an atomic force
microscope, the picotechs were simple. Individually, each one was a mere
molecule with an unique topography and electrical charge. Collectively,
they possessed the power of a god.
They used part of Virgil Grissom KinneyтАЩs brain to create a mimic of
another manтАЩs mind. Synapse by synapse, picovolt by picovolt, a stranger
began to form in KinneyтАЩs mind, undetected. Silently, another manтАЩs
memories crept into Kinney, quiescent and patient.
Trine slipped the top of the scrim into her clipboard and signaled the
first page. She glanced at Kinney.
тАЬWhile weтАЩre doing this, IтАЩd like you to answer a few questions and listen
to some things so that we can make sure everything is working properly.
Straight?тАЭ
Virgil nodded.
тАЬStraight. Shake your head only if you donтАЩt remember any of the
following.тАЭ She scanned the page a moment before reading. тАЬVirgil
Grissom Kinney. Age thirty-four.тАЭ
KinneyтАЩs eyes widened.
With a compassionate gaze, she said, тАЬYou didnтАЩt know that, did you?