"Michael Swanwick - Trojan Horse" - читать интересную книгу автора (Swanwick Michael)

"Yeah. What we didn't take into account, though, was that she'd like being God. When we tried
deprogramming her, she simply overrode our instructions and reprogrammed herself back up."



"The poor woman," Elin said. And yet-what a glorious experience to be God! Something within her
thrilled to it. It would almost be worth the price.



"Which leaves us with a woman who thinks she's God," Landis said. "I'm just glad we were able to hush
it up. If word got out to some of those religious illiterates back on Earth-"



"Listen," Tory said. "I didn't really come here to talk shop. I wanted to invite my former patient on a
grand tour of the Steam Grommet Works."



Elin looked at him blankly. "SteamтАж"



He swept an arm to take in all of Margritte, the green pillars and gray cliffs alike. There was something
proprietary in his gesture.



Landis eyed him suspiciously. "You two might need a chaperone," she said. "I think I'll tag along to keep
you out of trouble."



Elin smiled sweetly. "Fuck off," she said.



Ivy covered Tory's geodesic trellis hut. He led the way in, stooping to touch a keyout by the doorway.
"Something classical?"
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"Please." As he began removing her jumpsuit, the holotape sprang into being, surrounding them with rich
reds and cobalt blues that coalesced into stained-glass patterns in the air. Elin pulled back and clapped