"Mary Rosenblum - Breeze from the Stars" - читать интересную книгу автора (Rosenblum Mary)

He gasped, struggled to process, dizzy, his stomach clamping down on the
grapes and chewed bread. Too many ... the images blurred together and he seemed
to spin down into chaos.
Relax. DelfinioтАЩs voice in his ear. DonтАЩt try. You must dissolve. I will not let
you get lost.
Words didnтАЩt make any sense ... Jeri sucked in breaths ... one, two, three ...
all time suspended.
Relax. DonтАЩt look. Listen. Let the images themselves tell you what they are.
Hand touching him. Warm. Comforting. Jeri focused on that one, tangible
sense and his breathing steadied. DonтАЩt look, he thought. How do you do that? He
remembered a game heтАЩd played with his best friend, Aimee, back when he was little.
You looked at special pictures ... blurry dots. And if you relaxed your eyes just right
... a picture emerged.
He tried it. Relax. Relax your eyes, your mind, donтАЩt try to find any patterns,
let go. He wasnтАЩt sure if he was thinking this or someone was telling him ... Delfinio?
For a long time nothing happened, then, in an instant...
...it changed.
He saw the picture.
 Just for a second. Just a glimpse. He was looking everywhere, all at once, in
all directions, seeing everything. All at once. Then it all dissolved into chaos again.
тАЬVery good.тАЭ DelfinioтАЩs voice sounded in his ear. тАЬI told you. You would see
it. I told you. You are the right one.тАЭ
Jeri blinked, struggling to focus. DelfinioтАЩs face filled his vision, bright with
triumph, close enough to kiss. He shoved away, automatic reaction, and they drifted
apart, Delfinio giggling. The hull slapped his back, and he rebounded before he
could grab for an anchor, his reflexes slow. тАЬWhat happened?тАЭ he mumbled, his
tongue thick, feeling as if he had been drugged.
тАЬItтАЩs all right. It takes some time for the neural pathways to adjust. It interferes
with speech for a short time.тАЭ
тАЬWhat interferes?тАЭ Fear flooded him.
тАЬDo you know what Dispatch is?тАЭ Delfinio pushed off, did one of his utterly
precise halts in front of Jeri. тАЬDo you understand what just happened?тАЭ
Jeri shook his head no, not trusting his voice.
Delfinio floated in front of him, his pale eyes full of ... compassion. тАЬWe have
a thousand thousand AI eyes out there, from the asteroid belt inward. To look for
rocks falling, for the dropped tool, the bit of broken rubble that will hole a platform
or destroy a shuttle. The eyes look for pirates, illegal shuttles. A million eyes. How
do you think Dispatch works?тАЭ DelfinioтАЩs voice was gentle.
тАЬA ... a program. Looks at all the images. You ... send out the jocks.тАЭ
тАЬNo.тАЭ Delfinio cupped JeriтАЩs face between his palms. тАЬThat is what the
platform dispatcher teams rely on, but they are too slow. No. You have to see what
needs seeing. A computer ... the best AI ... is too slow. It must look at everything. I
... you ... do not need to. As you learn, you will begin to see only what needs
seeing.тАЭ
Jeri moved his head in a short arc of disbelief.
тАЬAnd that is why my pickup line was Ophiuchus.тАЭ Delfinio smiled. тАЬBecause
the breeze from the stars has to touch you at the right time in your motherтАЩs womb
before you can see what needs seeing. Before you can see with the eyes of the
universe.тАЭ He looked sad, suddenly. тАЬIt does not touch all its children in the same
way.тАЭ