"Alastair Reynolds - Beyond the Aquila Rift" - читать интересную книгу автора (Reynolds Alastair)

not to be able to see it.

It's enough to dream, and then awake, and know that you're somewhere else.

Try a different approach, Greta says. Tell her the truth this time. Maybe she 'II take it easier than
you think.

"There's no way I can tell her the truth."

Greta leans one hip against the wall, one hand still in her pocket. "Then tell her something half
way to it."

We unplumb Suzy and haul her out of the surge tank.

"Where are we?" she asks. Then to Greta: "Who are you?"
I wonder if some of the last conversation did make it out of Suzy's short-term memory after all.

"Greta works here," I say.

"Where's here?"

I remember what Greta told me. "A station in Schedar sector."

"That's not where we're meant to be, Thorn."

I nod. "I know. There was a mistake. A routing error."

Suzy's already shaking her head. "There was nothing wrongтАж"

"I know. It wasn't your fault." I help her into her ship clothes. She's still shivering, her muscles
reacting to movement after so much time in the tank. "The syntax was good."

"Then what?"

"The system made a mistake, not you."

"Schedar sectorтАж" Suzy says. "That would put us about ten days off our schedule, wouldn't it?"

I try to remember what Greta said to me the first time. I ought to know this stuff off by heart, but
Suzy's the routing expert, not me. "That sounds about right," I say.

But Suzy shakes her head. "Then we're not in Schedar sector."

I try to sound pleasantly surprised.

"We're not?"

"I've been in that tank for a lot longer than a few days, Thorn. I know. I can feel it in every
fucking bone in my body. So where are we?"