"Mack Reynolds - Deathwish World" - читать интересную книгу автора (Reynolds Mack) This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this book are fictional, and
resemblance to real people or incidents is purely coincidental. Copyright ┬й 1986 by The Literary Estate of Mack Reynolds All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form. A Baen Books Original Baen Publishing Enterprises 260 Fifth Avenue New York, N.Y. 10001 First printing, February 1986 ISBN: 0-671-65552-3 Cover art by Wayne Barlowe Printed in the United States of America Distributed by SIMON & SCHUSTER TRADE PUBLISHING GROUP 1230 Avenue o Americas New York, N.Y. 10020 Foreword The greatest land acquisitions by any power in the history of the world took place without the faintest threat of arms. Not a shot was fired by the conqueror in this unprecede colonization program. Alexander, Caesar, Genghis Khan, and Tamerlane were tyros comparison, for none of them ruled a whole continent, much less two, with scores of neighbo islands. And it was possibly the softest sell of all time. The United States Government simply issu declaration that it welcomed any countries in North, Central, or South America, or the Caribb to join it, conferring all rights pertaining to American citizens, including the Guaranteed An Stipend, or GASтАФsometimes called Negative Income Tax. Our English friends called it "the d They had seen it before. The English had seen everything beforeтАФincluding permanent declin was not simplicity. Military dictatorships, particularly in the banana republics, did all in power to remain separate. Armies were ordered to fire upon mobs demanding admission to new United States. But the soldiers laughed. One had to reach the rank of major to attai income equal to that of a citizen of the United States on GAS. So, with little strain on the Yankees, the Western Hemisphere assimilated into the United S of the Americas. And, in the eyes of some, that was only the beginningтАж Chapter One: Horace Hampton A battered hovercar pulled up in the parking lot behind the aged apartment building. There few other vehicles there. Three men got out and headed across the parking area for the back door. The one in the m carried a cane and affected a slight limp. The other two carried tired-looking attach├й cases. All were dressed neatly, though their clothing was only a thin cut better than prole level. The one in the middle looked up at the paint-flaked wooden building which was their destina "You could sell it for an antique," he said. One of the others grunted and told him, "You could sell all New Salem as an antique. Re itтАФsomething like colonial Williamsburg over in Virginia. You could put up a big sign for tourists: 'New Salem, Bible Belt Town, Circa 1900.' " They ascended the stairs to the second floor. Thus far they had seen nobody at all, which understandable. They had counted on the total population being down at the park for the pol rally. Aside from Tri-Di, there was precious little in the way of local entertainment. On the second floor, the largest of the three men looked up and down the hall, dipped a hand |
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