"Jack McKinney - Robotech 06 - Doomsday" - читать интересную книгу автора (McKinney Jack) "Farewell, Zor," Dolza had said when the lifeless body of the scientist was sent on its
way to Tirol. "May you serve the Masters better in death than you did in life. " And indeed, the Robotech Masters had labored to make that so, having their way with Zor's remains, extracting from his still-functional neural reservoir an image of the blue-white world he had selected to inherit Robotechnology. But beyond that Zor's mind had proved as impenetrable in death as it had been in life. So while Dolza's Zentraedi scoured the quadrant in search of this "Earth," the Masters had little to do but hold fast to the mushroom-shaped sensor units that had come to represent their link to the real world. Desperately, they tried to knit together the unraveling threads of their once-great empire. For ten long years by Earth reckoning they waited for some encouraging news from Dolza. It was the blink of an eye to the massive Zentraedi, but for the Robotech Masters, who were essentially human in spite of their psychically evolved state, time moved with sometimes agonizing leadenness. Those ten years saw the further decline of their civilization, weakened as it was by internal decadence, the continual attacks by the Protoculture-hungry Invid, a growing rebellion at the fringes of their empire, and heightened disaffection among the ranks of the Zentraedi, who were beginning to recognize the Masters for the fallible beings they were. Robotechnology's inheritors had been located-"Zor's descendants," as they were being called-but two more years would pass before Dolza's armada made a decisive move to recapture the dimensional fortress and its much needed Protoculture matrix. There was growing concern, especially among the Elder Masters, that Dolza could no longer be trusted. From the start he seemed to harbor some plan of his own, reluctant to return Zor's body twelve years ago and now incommunicado while he moved against the possessors of Zor's fortress. With his armada of more than four million Robotech ships, the Zentraedi commander in chief stood to gain the most by securing the Protoculture matrix for himself. There was added reason for concern when it was learned that "Zor's descendants" were than itself and had come to think of normally proportioned humanoids as "Micronians"-ironic, given the fact that the Masters could have "sized" the Zentraedi to any dimension they wished. Their present size was in fact an illusion of sorts: Beating inside those goliath frames were hearts made from the same genetic stuff as the so-called Micronians they so despised. Because of that basic genetic similarity, the Robotech Masters had been careful to write warnings into the Zentraedi's pseudo-historical records to avoid prolonged contact with any Micronian societies. Rightly so: It was feared that such exposure to emotive life might very well rekindle real memories of the Zentraedi's bio-genetic past and the true stuff of their existence. According to reports received from Commander Reno (who had overseen the return of Zor's body to Tirol and whose fleet still patrolled the central region of the empire), some of the elements under Breetai's command had mutinied. Dolza, if Reno's report was to be believed, had subsequently elected to fold the entire armada to Earthspace, with designs to annihilate the planet before emotive contagion was spread to the remainder of the fleet. The Zentraedi might learn to emote, but were they capable of learning to utilize the full powers of Robotechnology? This was the question the Robotech Masters had put to themselves. It was soon, however, to become a moot point. Hyperspace sensor probes attached to a Robotech fortress some seventy-five light-years away from Tirol had detected a massive release of Protoculture matrix in the Fourth Quadrant-an amount capable of empowering over four million ships. CHAPTER TWO Throughout the territories we traveled (the southwest portion of what was once the United States |
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