"The Collapsium" - читать интересную книгу автора (Mccarthy Wil)The Collapsium - Wil McCarthyThe Collapsium
Wil McCarthy for Quentin and Casey, because I said so About the author Wil McCarthy, after ten years of rocket science with Lockheed Martin, traded the hectic limelight of the space program for the peace and quiet (ha!) of commercial robotics at Omnitech, where he works as a research and development hack. He writes a monthly column for the SciFi Channel's news magazine (www.scifi.com/sfw), and his less truthful writings have appeared in Aboriginal SF, Analog, Interzone, Asimov's Science Fiction, Science Fiction Age, and various anthologies. His most recent novel, Bloom, was selected as a New York Times Notable Book. Further biographical and bibliographic information is available at: http://www.sff.net/people/wmccarth Acknowledgments I'd like to extend my heartfelt thanks to Chris Schluep, Shelly Shapiro, Scott Edelman, and Simon Spanton for understanding and believing in this project. Wouldn't trade you guys for diamonds. Also, for their help in nailing down the basic ideas on which the novel rests, I'm indebted to Gary Snyder, Richard Powers, and especially Shawna McCarthy for being so difficult to please. The many people who helped with technical details are listed separately in Appendix C, but I'll extend special thanks here to Bernhard Haisch for inspiration and for serving as a brilliant sounding board, and to Sid Gluckman for making a place where imagination matters. Planet's Errol H., and Vincenc Riullop and Periques des Palottes for information about Catalonia. Also many thanks and apologies to those who faced the early drafts of this story, including Geoffrey A. Landis, Stanley Schmidt, Richard Powers, Maureen F. McHugh, and Cathy, my long-suffering copilot. Book I Once upon a matter crushed 1 In which an important experiment is disrupted In the eighth decade of the Queendom of Sol, on a miniature planet in the middle depths of the Kuiper Belt, there lived a man named Bruno de Towaji who, at the time of our earliest attention, was beginning his 3088th morning walk around the world. The word "morning" is used advisedly here, since along the way he walked through the day and night and back again without pausing to rest. It was a very small planet, barely six hundred meters across, circled by an even tinier "sun" and "moon" of Bruno's own design. Walk with him: see his footpath cutting through the blossomy meadow, feel the itch of pollens in your eyes and nose. Now pass through into the midday forest, with its shafts of sunlight filtering warmly through the canopy. The trees are low and wide, citrus and honeysuckle and dogwood, not so much a shady, mushroom-haunted wilderness as a compromise with physical lawЧtaller trees would reach right out of the troposphere. As it is, the highest limbs brush and break apart the puffy summer clouds that happen by. |
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