"Daniel Keys Moran - A Tale of the Continuing Time 04 - The AI War" - читать интересную книгу автора (Moran Daniel Keys)

In the death pressure silence, Trent went into the airlock after the Peaceforcer.

The man was an ordinary PKF; Trent could tell by the suit he wore. No faceplate. Elite eyes were
mechanisms, and amazingly expensive ones at that; it would have hampered them to take their
information from a screen mounted inside their helmet, would have reduced the quality of the information
they were being given. For non-augmented humans that was not the case. Normal PKF combat suits
lacked faceplates and relied on cameras instead --

The man got a shot off as Trent came in on him. The scalesuit Trent was wearing was probably the most
expensive pressure suit in human history; but there are absolute limits to technology, to the ability of
material to shed heat. The superconductors buried across Trent's suit did their best, but in the moment of
the shot Trent's scalesuit grew blisteringly hot at every point of contact with his skin. He got a hand on the
laser's barrel and clenched his fist. The suit's servos did as they were told, crushed the barrel and killed
the laser. Trent reached past the Peaceforcer, got the palm of his left hand flat against the door behind
the man, and turned on that hand's superconducting magnet. Now he had leverage, and he used it, got a
grip on the Peaceforcer's neck ring, and slammed the Peaceforcer's head against the inner airlock door,
and then again, let go of the Peaceforcer, let himself drift backward slightly, and started shooting.

The optical sensors on Trent's scalesuit were built into the suit, located every five millimeters across the
suit's surface. It was an expensive way to work. The man in front of Trent had eleven holocams buried
across his suit's surface, and Trent shot the six mounted on the suit's front, one after another; if the man
wanted to try chasing him while facing backward, Trent wished him luck. He shot the last of the
holocams facing him and grabbed the edges of the airlock and pulled himself back out of the lock, onto
the surface of the corvette, feeling quite competent, thank you, a brief flash of I am really quite
excessively good at this flickering through the back of his mind somewhere --

The PKF Elite who had chased Trent across the surface of Ceres stood on the surface of the hull, boots
of his combat suit locked to the hull, autoshot in his hands, and waited until Trent looked up at him before
opening fire.

The autoshots used by PKF Elite are eight-gauge shotguns firing four rounds per second. Only Elite use
them; the kick will break a normal human's clavicle with some consistency. Elite believe in overkill --

It saved Trent's life. The first round struck him full on with sufficient force to blast through steel plating; it
sent a spider web of cracks radiating across the surface of Trent's faceplate, slammed him back into the
airlock as though he'd been hit by twelve-fan truck, hurling him into the blind Peaceforcer behind him.
The recoil from that round ripped the Elite's feet from the hull. An autoshot set to full auto can't fire less
than four rounds; the second, third, and fourth rounds sent the Elite off into space at high speed.

"Downsider!" Trent screamed at the dwindling Elite. He could feel the blind Peaceforcer behind him, the
man's hands trying to find a grip on Trent's scalesuit. "Obnoxious damn two-dimensional
opposite-reaction-ignorant downsider!" He twisted around in the airlock, to face the blind Peaceforcer,
jerked backward in panic as the man's hands pawed at his cracked faceplate. He took hold of the
Peaceforcer by his neck ring, pulled the Peaceforcer back up out of the airlock, up onto the ship's hull.
He held tightly to the man's neck ring and hit him in the head again and again, as hard as the servos in his
suit would let him. The waving hands gentled, the arms and legs of the featureless combat suit going limp.
Trent pushed the man most of the way back inside the airlock, pulled a tube of vacuum glue free from his
toolkit and blasted the suit's neck ring, gluing it to the edge of the outer airlock door. He held the
unconscious Peaceforcer in place while the glue kicked, briefly heating itself and then cooling, the heat
radiating away into space, and then left the Peaceforcer there, blocking the outer airlock door and