"James Morrow - Veritas" - читать интересную книгу автора (Morrow James)vigorously, I charged into the shower, where warm water poured forth the
instant the sensors detected me. IтАЩd been with Overt Intelligence for over five years, and this was the first time IтАЩd drawn an assignment that might be termed a plum. Spread your nostrils, Orville. Sniff her out. Sherry Urquist: some name! It sounded more like a mixed drink than like what she allegedly was, a purveyor of falsehoods, an enemy of the city, a member of the Dissemblage. The day could not begin soon enough. The Dissemblage was like a deity. Not much tangible evidence, but people still had faith in it. Veritas, they reasoned, must harbor its normal share of those who believe the status quo is ipso facto wrong. Paradise will have its dissidents. The real question was not, Do subversives live in our city? The real question was, How do they tell lies without going mad? My in-shower cablevision receiver winked on. Grimacing under the studio lights, our Assistant Secretary of Imperialism discussed VeritasтАЩs growing involvement in the Lethean civil war. тАЬSo far, over four thousand of our soldiers have died,тАЭ the interviewer noted. тАЬA senseless loss,тАЭ the secretary conceded. тАЬOur policy is impossible to justify on logical grounds, which is why weтАЩve started invoking national security and other shibboleths.тАЭ Have no illusions. The Sherry Urquist assignment did not fall into my lap because somebody at Overt Intelligence liked me. It was simply this: I am a rou├й. If any agent had a prayer of planting this particular Dissembler, that agent was me. ItтАЩs the eyebrows that do it, great bushy extrusions they draw copious support from my straight nose and full, pillowlike lips. Am I handsome as a god? Metaphorically speaking, yes. The picture tube had fogged over, so I activated the wiper. On the screen, a seedy-looking terrier scratched its fleas. тАЬWe seriously hope youтАЩll consider Byproduct Brand Dog Food,тАЭ said the voice-over. тАЬYes, we do tie up an enormous amount of protein that might conceivably be used in relieving worldwide starvation. However, if youтАЩll consider the supposed benefits of dogs, we believe you may wish to patronize us.тАЭ On the surface, Ms. Urquist looked innocent enough. The dossier pegged her a writer, a former newspaper reporter with several popular self-help books under her belt. She had some other commodities under her belt, too, mainly fat, unless the accompanying OIA photos exaggerated. The case against her consisted primarily of rumor. Last week a neighbor, or possibly a sanitation engineer - the dossier contradicted itself on this point - had gone through her garbage. The yield was largely what youтАЩd expect from someone in Ms. UrquistтАЩs profession: vodka bottles, outdated caffeine tablets, computer disk boxes, an early draft of her last bestseller, How to Find a Certain Amount of Inner Peace Some of the Time If You Are Lucky. Then came the kicker. The figurative smoking gun. The nonliteral forbidden fruit. At the bottom of the heap, the report asserted, lay тАЬa torn and crumpled pageтАЭ from what was тАЬalmost certainly a work of fiction.тАЭ |
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