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

Sarah bit her lips and tried again. "You have to admit it's a
worrisome development."

"Look, Mom, I don't have to admit anything. Wendy took care
of the problem. And she took care of it in a way that prevented
the people who were creating Skynet from noticing that anything
had been done. She wasn't trying to keep it from doing the job it
was created to do, she was trying to prevent it from becoming
sentient." He waved a hand, smiling and somewhat
condescending. "Different things, Mom. Different things."

Sarah looked at him, watching his eyes become dark pits with
gleams in their depths in the rapidly fading light. For a moment
she felt as though she didn't know him.

"Can you honestly tell me this doesn't worry you?" she asked.

He looked away, then tossed his head back and sighed. "No,"
he said simply, and patted his stomach. He turned back to her
with a grin. "I felt it right here. But, Mom, what can we do? We
can watch and wait and hope, but at this point that's all we can
do." His expression grew serious again. "But my money is on
Wendy. I believe in her work. I wish you did, too."

Suddenly Sarah felt a hot flash of annoyance and decided that
maybe they ought to clear the air about Wendy right now.
"John," she began, her voice strong with anger.

"Hey, you two," Dieter said.

Both of them started at the sound of his voice. It was true that
the big Austrian walked softly, but both of them thought of
themselves as having superior situational awareness. In other
words, they considered it very difficult to sneak up on them. And
here, without even trying, they'd been taken by surprise. They
had both been feeling irritable; this didn't help.
 "How long have you been there?" John asked sharply.

Dieter's brows rose. "I haven't been here," he said calmly. "I
have been approaching. So to answer your question, I just got
here. To answer your next question, yes, I heard what you were
talking about. You weren't making a secret of it that I could see."

Sarah and John glanced at each other, then away,
embarrassed.

"Supper is about ready," the Austrian said, jerking a thumb
over his shoulder.

"Oh," Sarah said. "Thanks for keeping an eye on things." It