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

to know"- and suddenly he was absolutely serious, his eyes unblinking and glittery hard-"that I love you.
Without doubt or quali-fication. I love you more than words could ever say."



"Tory," she said. "Things like that take time." The wind had died down. Not a blade of grass stirred.



"No they don't." It was embarrassing looking into those eyes; she refused to look away. "I feel it. I know
it. I love every way, shape, and part of you. I love you beyond time and barrier and possibility. We were
meant to be lovers, fated for it, and there is nothing, absolutely nothing, that could ever keep us apart."
His voice was low and steady. Elin couldn't tell whether she was thrilled or scared out of her wits.



"Tory, I don't know-"



"Then wait," he said. "It'll come."



***



Lying sleepless beside Tory that night, Elin thought back to her accident. And because it was a matter of
stored memory, the images were crisp and undamaged.



It happened at the end of her shift on Wheel Laboratory 19, Henry Ford Orbital Industrial Park.



Holding theta lab flush against the hub cylinder, Elin in-jected ferrous glass into a molten copper alloy.
Simulta-neously, she plunged gamma lab a half kilometer to the end of its arm, taking it from fractional
Greenwich normal to a full nine gravities. Epsilon began crawling up its spindly arm. Using waldos, she
lifted sample wafers from the quick-freeze molds in omicron. There were a hundred measure-ments to be
made.



Elin felt an instant's petulant boredom, and the workboard readjusted her wetware, jacking up her
attentiveness so that she leaned over her readouts in cool, detached fascination.
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