"Nancy Kress - Steamship Soldier on the Information Front" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kress Nancy)

have a settled home.
One day the mad rush after information and chips, the next day you sit and stare
trance-like, far more interested in why you were interested in chips and information than in
the commodities themselves. Not that the information itself wouldn't continue to accumulate.
It would. But the center was shifting, the mysterious heart of each Age where the real
emphasis and excitement were. The front.
Charlie must sense it only dimly. Of course -- he was a child, and he didn't have Allan's
honed instincts. But that Charlie sensed it at all, the coming change, was probably because
he was a child -- this was the world he would inherit. Charlie would be an integral part of it.
But integrated more slowly than the bots, which were riding the advance wave of the human
Net, shock troops racing toward where the info-wars gave way to the next step in the long,
long march of humanity's development.
Which would be ... what? What would the Reasons Age actually be like?
Allan shivered. Suddenly he felt old. He had evolved in the Information Age, had flourished
in it ... He was a natural as a scout on the high-tech front. Would there be a place for him
when the guns grew more muffled, the pace slowed, and the blaze of battle gave way to the
domestic concerns of the occupation? Could he adapt to whatever came next?
Then his confidence returned. Of course he could! He always had. The Information Age
might end, the Reasons Age arise, but he could make it. In fact, there was probably a way to
turn the whole thing to his own profit. All he needed was the right approach, the right allies,
the right strategy.
The right data.
Tomorrow, he'd start to gather it.
Smiling, Allan slept.