"Geoff Ryman - Everywhere" - читать интересную книгу автора (Ryman Geoff)

LetтАЩs see, what else. ThereтАЩs loads around here. We got the sandbox
in front of the old mall. Everybody has a go at that, making things. When
King William died all his fans in wheelchairs patted together a picture of him
in sand. Then it rained. But it was a good picture.

Our sandbox is a bit different. ItтАЩs got mostly real sand. ThereтАЩs only
one corner of it computer dust. ItтАЩs all right for kids and that or people who
donтАЩt want to do things themselves. I mean when we were little we had the
dust make this great big 3D sign Happy Birthday Granddad Piper. He
thought it was wonderful because if you were his age and grew up with PCs
and that, it must be wonderful, just to think of something and have it made.

I donтАЩt like pictures, theyтАЩre too easy. Me, I like to get stuck in. If I go
to the sandbox to make something, I want to come back with sand under
me fingernails. Me DadтАЩs the same. When Newcastle won the cup, me and
me mates made this big Newcastle crest out of real sand. Then we had a
sandfight. It took me a week to get the sand out of me hair. I got loads of
mates now, but I didnтАЩt used to.

Granddad was me mate for a while. I guess I was his pet project. I
always was a bit quiet, and a little bit left out, and also I got into a bit of
trouble from time to time. He got me out of myself.

You know I was telling you about the Angel? When I went back into
that tram I sat and listened to the rain on the roof. It was dead quiet and
there was nobody around, so I could be meself. So I asked me watch. OK
then. What is this Angel? And it told me the story of how the Angel of the
North got a soul.

There was this prisoner in Hull jail for thieving cos he run out of
readies cos he never did nothing. It was all his fault really, he says so
himself. He drank and cheated his friends and all that and did nothing with
all his education.

He just sat alone in his cell. First off, he was angry at the police for
catching him, and then he was angry with himself for getting caught and
doing it and all of that. Sounds lovely, doesnтАЩt he? Depressing isnтАЩt the
word.

Then he got this idea, to give the Angel a soul.

It goes like this. There are 11 dimensions, but we only see three of
them and time, and the others are what was left over after the Big Bang.
TheyтАЩre too small to see but theyтАЩre everywhere at the same time, and we
live in them too, but we donтАЩt know it. ThereтАЩs no time there, so once
something happens, itтАЩs like a pho-tograph, you canтАЩt change it.
 So what the prisoner of Hull said that means is that everything we do
gets laid down in the other dimensions like train tracks. ItтАЩs like a story, and
it doesnтАЩt end until we die, and that does the job for us. ThatтАЩs our soul, that
story.