"Nancy Kress - The Flowers of Aulit Prison" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kress Nancy)

them. I had the strength to shatter Ano's coffin, and to bury her even when I thought the
price to me was perpetual death. I had the strength to follow Carryl Walters's words about
the brain experiments and seek Maldon Brifjis. I had the strength to twist Pek Brifjis's divided
mind to make him let me go.
But do I have the strength to go where all of that leads me? Do I have the strength to look
at Frablit Brimmidin's reality, and Carryl Walters's reality, and Ano's, and Maldon Brifjis's, and
Ori's -- and try to find the places that match and the places that don't? Do I have the
strength to live on, never knowing if I killed my sister, or if I did not? Do I have the strength
to doubt everything, and live with doubt, and sort through the millions of separate realities on
World, searching for the true pieces of each -- assuming that I can even recognize them?
Should anyone have to live like that? In uncertainty, in doubt, in loneliness. Alone in one's
mind, in an isolated and unshared reality.
I would like to return to the days when Ano was alive. Or even to the days when I was an
informer. To the days when I shared in World's reality, and knew it to be solid beneath me, like
the ground itself. To the days when I knew what to think, and so did not have to.
To the days before I became -- unwillingly -- as terrifyingly real as I am now.