"Ken Macleod - Fall Revolution 3 - The Cassini Division" - читать интересную книгу автора (MacLeod Ken)space. AmericaтАЩs last launch sites were already being stormed by mobs who thought rockets
damaged the ozone layer, or made holes in the crystal spheres of the firmament. He fled America for Japan, and then quixotically returned to England at the time of the Green Death, where he worked to the best of his growing ability and dwindling resources as a medicine man, dealing out antibiotics and anti-geriatrics to superstitious settlers and nostalgic refugees, administering the telomere hack to frightened adolescents who understood it, if at all, as yet another rite-of-passage ordeal. We knew heтАЩd survived the century of barbarism, and that heтАЩd registered to vote in the elections that formally abolished capitalism and established the Solar Union. Evidently heтАЩd voted against the social revolution, because in the subsequent century of the world commonwealth he had retreated to he wilds of London, a stubborn non-cooperator. We badly needed his cooperation now. Malley was apparently following the Epicurean injunction to тАЬlive unknownтАЭ. Suze had never heard so much as a rumour of him. тАЬWould you like me to come with you, at least part of the way?тАЭ she suggested. тАЬI could help you find your way around, and you could well, to be honest there are places IтАЩd rather not go on my own. тАЬYes, IтАЩd like that very much,тАЭ I said. тАЬThatтАЩs real neighbourly of you, Suze.тАЭ She gave me a full-beam smile and asked, тАЬHow do you expect to track him down? Do you have any idea where he is? And why do you want to talk to him, anyway? If you donтАЩt mind me asking.тАЭ I scratched my ear and looked out of the window. We were again above some low cloud, and through its dazzling white a town rose on our left. тАЬSwindon tower,тАЭ Suze remarked. Ahead of us the airshipтАЩs shadow raced like a rippling fluke across the contours of the clouds. I looked back at Suze. тАЬNo, I donтАЩt mind you asking,тАЭ I said. тАЬIтАЩll tell you the answers once we have a bit more тАЬThatтАЩs OK,тАЭ she said. тАЬTell me what youтАЩve found out about London,тАЭ I said, and she did. By the time she had finished, we were almost there. We looked out at woodlands and marshes, ruins and the traces of streets and arterial roads, at the junctions of which smoke drifted up from the chimneys of huddled settlements. Suze began excitedly pointing out landmarks: Heathrow airport, its hexagram of runways only visible from the air, like the sigil of some ancient cult addressed to gods in the sky; the Thames Flood Barrier far to the east, a lonely line of silver dots in the Thames flood plain; Hyde Park with its historic SpeakerтАЩs Corner, where the Memorial to the Unknown Socialist rose a hundred metres above the trees, gazing in the disdain of victory at the fallen or falling towers of the City; and, as the airship turned and began to drift lower, our destination, the proud pylons of Alexandra Port. The sight of Alexandra Port set the hairs of my nape prickling. It had been one of the early centres of the space movement which was the common ancestor of the Outwarders and ourselves; there were people alive today whose journey into space had begun in its crowded concourses, waiting for the airship connection to the launch sites of Guine and Khazakhstan. Its mooring masts were their Statue of Liberty, their Ellis Island. Or their Botany Bay. My fingernails were digging into my palms. I turned away and prepared to disembark. The airship settled, its motors humming as they steadied its position, just above the terminalтАЩs flat roof. A wheeled stairway rolled up to the exit and we all trooped down. Two or three people working on maintenance boarded the dirigible and began checking it over; although its automated systems were more than adequate to the task, thereтАЩs something about aviation which keeps the habit of human supervision alive. From the terminalтАЩs roof we could see an almost panoramic view of London, its rolling hills |
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