"Continuing Time - 98 - Lord November" - читать интересную книгу автора (Moran Daniel Keys)The night faces searched with no success. Who or whatever had followed Tyrel was
not to be found. Tyrel consulted the Source. High on the plateau which also holds the centuries-old ruins of Mexico City, sits the College of United Earth Intelligence. Tyrel went to the SourceТs Place during late afternoon of the day he was rescued; he took time only to shower and to feed himself. The SourceТs Place was a small, empty auditorium. The doorfield was of modern make; it did not break apart at TyrelТs approach, but merely shimmered and softened slightly. Tyrel stepped through the field, and it dragged at him slightly, kept the hot air outside from entering with him. Inside, in Mexico CityТs high summer, it was cooled to a temperature most humans, and Tyrel, found pleasant. Tyrel was tapped, but his tap was designed for NovemberТs net, not Sol SystemТs Source; the SourceТs Place lacked the equipment to decode the signal from TyrelТs tap, and so, in consulting the Source, here in the SourceТs Place, it was required that Tyrel speak aloud. The Source spoke Anglic with a Terran accent, in a neutral voice that might have been male or female. (On the rare occasions Tyrel had seen the Source assume a body, the body it chose was human, but genderless.) Today the Source wore no body; it generated a holo as Tyrel entered the Place. The holo was of an attractive young man of TyrelТs apparent age; Tyrel wondered if the choice of gender and age were politeness on the SourceТs part. УSer November.Ф УSource.Ф Unlike most humans, the Source wasted no time. УForty-six commercial spacecraft, swept thoroughly by InSystem Security, orbited Earth during the entire period during some part of the last seven days. One hundred and eight are of Earth registry; the remainder are variously registered by the KТAillae Protectorate, the Zaradin Church, the House of November, the House of Domain, the Slissi Mutual Trade Protective Society, and the SpaceFarerТs Collective. One ship of a human society that calls itself the Wu Li, applying to become an Earth protectorate, has been in geosynchronous orbit for the last twenty-one days. Finally, the Pristhill Caravan has been orbiting Earth at L-5 for the last forty-four days.Ф Tyrel was startled. УYou let a Caravan that close to Earth?Ф The Source said, УThe Face of Night did. I recommended against it; but the Pristhill fought with humanity during the war with the Sleem. They are one of only three Caravans that did. The Director consulted the Shivas, and the decision was made.Ф УOne hundred and fifty spacecraft,Ф said Tyrel, Уand one Platformer Caravan. And any one of them might have been in communication with the being that followed me into the Great North Forest.Ф He shook his head. УI donТt like it.Ф УNor would I,Ф the Source observed, Уin your skin.Ф УIТll want everything you have available. The InSystem Security reports; shipТs logs where availableЧФ The Source said dryly, УThey are all available. We would hardly let a craft exit either of Sol SystemТs Gates if it would not let me scan its log.Ф Tyrel nodded. УEdit for me, then.Ф УI would in any regard,Ф said the Source. УYou do not process data quickly enough to assess the available data in any useful period of time.Ф |
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