"David L. Robbins - Endworld 17 - Atlanta Run" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robbins David L)

The realization that he was telling the truth hit her harder than any
physical blow possibly could, and she took a step backwards, shaking her
head, emotionally staggered. "You're just saying that!"

"You know better."

She stared skyward, an upwelling of tears commingling with the
raindrops.

"Now where is your daughter?" the Terminator probed.

Her face, upturned to the clouds and the storm, was inexpressibly sad.

"Where the hell is your daughter?"

She did not respond.

The Terminator shrugged. "Suit yourself."

The mother looked at him. "May God have mercy on your soul."

"God?" The Terminator chuckled. "You are way off the deep end, aren't
you? There is no God. The Civil Council made that determination decades
ago."

"And you believe them?"

"What a dumb-ass question!" he retorted. "The Civil Council wouldn't
mislead us."

"The Civil Council is a pack of lying degenerates," she said bitterly.

"We can add treason to your list of crimes," the Terminator remarked.
"Anything else?"

"There is a God."

He shook his head. "Pitiful! You're insane, lady! You know the saying.
Divinity is depravity; humanity is reality."

"I was taught the same garbage in school."

The Terminator hefted the Fryer. "I've listened to enough of your
sedition, to your blasphemy against the Council."

"Don't I get a last request?" she asked.

"No," the Terminator said, then squeezed the trigger on the nuzzle. The
flames engulfed the woman before she could hope to react, the intensity of
the heat only slightly reduced by the dampening effect of the rain. She