"Jack McKinney - Robotech 06 - Doomsday" - читать интересную книгу автора (McKinney Jack)

Protoculture had secured an entry, but the Masters' map of that realm was far from complete.
-My only fear is that Zor's disciples may have mastered the inner secrets of
Robotechnology and were then able to defeat Dolza's vast armada.
-One ship against four million? Most unlikely-nearly impossible!
-Unless they managed to invert the Robotech defensive barrier system and penetrate Dolza's
command center...
-In order to accomplish that, Zor's disciples would have to know as much about that
Robotech ship as he himself knew!
-In any event, a display of such magnitude would certainly have registered on our sensors.
We must admit, the destruction of four million Robotech vessels doesn't happen every day.
-Not without our knowing it.
The terminator, which had waited patiently to deliver the rest of its message, now added:
-That is quite true, Master. Nevertheless, our sensors do indicate a disturbance of that


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magnitude.
The interior of the Protoculture cap, the size of a small bush on its three-legged
pedestal base, took on an angry light, summoning back the hands of the Masters.
-System alert: prepare at once for a hyperspace-fold!
-We acknowledge the Elders' request, but our supply of Protoculture is extremely low. We
may not be able to use the fold generators!
-The order has been given-obey without question. We will fold immediately.
High in those cathedrals of arcing axon and dendritelike cables, free-floating amorphous
globules of Protoculture mass began to realign themselves along the ship's neural highways,
permitting synaptic action where none had existed moments before. Energy rippled through the
fortress, focusing on the columnar drives of massive reflex engines.
The great Robotech vessel gave a shudder and jumped.

Their homeworld was called Tirol, the primary moon of the giant planet Fantoma, itself one
of seven lifeless wanderers in an otherwise undistinguished yellow-star system of the Fourth
Quadrant, some twenty light-years out from the galactic core. Prior to the First Robotech War,
Terran astronomers would have located Tirol in that sector of space then referred to as the
Southern Cross. But they had learned since that that was merely their way of looking at things. By
the end of the second millennium they had abandoned the last vestiges of geocentric thinking, and
by A.D. 2012 had come to understand that their beloved planet was little more than a minor player
in constellations entirely unknown to them.
Little was known of the early history of Tirol, save that its inhabitants were a humanoid
species-bold, inquisitive, daring-and, in the final analysis, aggressive, acquisitive, and self-
destructive. Coincidental with the abolition of warfare among their own kind and the redirecting
of their goals toward the exploration of local space, there was born into their midst a being who
would alter the destiny of that planet and to some extent affect the fate of the galaxy itself.
His name was Zor.
And the planet that would become the coconspirator in that fateful unfolding of events was
known to the techno-voyagers of Tirol as Optera. For it was there that Zor would witness the
evolutionary rites of the planet's indigenous life form, the Invid; there that the visionary
scientist would seduce the Invid Regis to learn the secrets of the strange tripetaled flower that
they ingested for physical as well as spiritual nourishment; there that the galactic feud between