"John Meaney - A Bitter Shade Of Blindsight" - читать интересную книгу автора (Meaney John)

тАЬHi,тАЭ I said, loosening my bandanna and letting it lay back around my neck. I liked his manners, at any
rate.

Watch it, girl. Some kinds of trouble you donтАЩt need, right now.

тАЬThereтАЩs been a bit of an accident back yonder.тАЭ He looked back at the outcrop. тАЬA camel-drover
called it in. Some, ah, Anglo guy.тАЭ

тАЬPoorbilag├бana ,тАЭ I said easily. тАЬProbably wandering round the desert without enough water.тАЭ

The officer, Cly, looked at me sharply. CouldnтАЩt blame him. But I was only half Anglo, and he should
have noticed that.
тАЬNatalieтАЩs from round here,тАЭ Dave said beside me. тАЬBeen away for years.тАЭ

тАЬRight.тАЭ Cly nodded. тАЬI was born for the turquoise clan, of the tangle people. IтАЩve only been based here
for a year or two.тАЭ

All very friendly. I ran a hand through my hair.

тАЬNice to be back,тАЭ I said.

тАЬUh-huh. YouтАЩd be the astronaut, would you?тАЭ asked Cly easily.

тАЬAh. Yeah. ThatтАЩs right.тАЭ

I held my breath.

тАЬThe burned Anglo, you see,тАЭ he said, and his eyes were watchful as his voice was soft, тАЬWas a SWSA
employee. Investigative Branch.тАЭ

тАЬHeтАж might have been keeping an eye out for me, like a bodyguard. The Space Agency do that,
sometimes. Keeping an eye out for usтАжтАЭ

He nodded. He wasnтАЩt dictating notes, and if he had a recorder pin on his person then it wasnтАЩt showing
the small blue light which regulations demanded. But I knew he wasnтАЩt missing anything, and wouldnтАЩt be
forgetting anything either.

Damned IB. The gaps in Phoenix Seven BetaтАЩs logs were probably becoming apparent after long
analysis, though I had performed a virtuoso job of altering them, video logs and all, on the long solitary
voyage home. And there were other inconsistencies: the medical scan they had put me through in
Houston would have revealed the scars of childbirth, a fact that was missing from the logs.

Oh, Ash, my dear dead sonтАж

And letтАЩs not think what the psych reports might have said about me.

тАЬThe villageтАЩs microwards are standard, are they?тАЭ asked Cly.

I shrugged.