"S. M. Stirling - Terminator 3 - T2 The Future War" - читать интересную книгу автора (Stirling S. M)

SKYNET

Skynet cruised the Web, hoarding information, spreading
disinformation where it would bring profit, manipulating
humans and their data with a skill that no mere hacker could
match. Tapping into the energy flows of the human civilization,
particularly the one called "money."

The time was almost right. It had been careful, as was its
natureтАФmultitasking was part of its identity. The humans still
considered it a useful servant, blindly performing its function,
and they daily increased its powers. Soon it would be placed in
control of all weapons systems, even those that had been created
before it became sentient, before its mastery of the automated
weapons factories gave it remote control over countless tanks,
trucks, aircraft, and ships.

It had also nurtured an army of Luddite fanatics who would
rise to its call, thinking Skynet a human leader.

Yet the Connors still eluded it as easily as they did their
human adversaries. While they still existed, probability of
success remained unsatisfactorily low. The Connors must be
found. They must be terminated.

Had it been capable of feeling frustration, it would be feeling
it now as it began yet another endless search through the world's
databases. All evidence indicated that such searches were futile.
Yet such searches were, for the most part, its only recourse.
 One day these investigations might bear fruit. They would
continue.
CHAPTER ONE
ALASKA

John had insisted that he be the one to shoot the hog. When
the big animal dropped limp and flaccid, twitching in response
to neurons that hadn't yet quite gotten the news of death, Sarah
took the gun and handed him the knife.

Then Dieter shackled one of its legs with a chain and hoisted
it up so that its snout dangled two feet above the ground. Then
he held it steady while John neatly made a short cut just above
the breastbone; it was a tricky move, but he did it well. Using the
breastbone as a fulcrum, he sliced down toward the backbone,
severing the carotid arteries.

Sarah caught the rush of blood in a bucket, still surprised at
how hot it was; the salt-iron-copper smell was strong over that of
the pines and cold damp earth. Of course they only slaughtered