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

A catwalk leading into the nearest farm rattled within Elin's mind as a woman in agricultural blues strode
by, burlap gourd-collecting bag swinging from her hip. It was night outside the crater but biological day
within, and the agtechs had activated tiers of arc lights at the cores of the farms. Filtered by greenery, the
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light was soft and watery.



"I could live like this forever."



"Believe me, you'd get bored." A rose petal fell softly on her cheek, and the tech brushed it off. He
turned to face the two lawyers who stood silently nearby, waiting. "Are the legal preliminaries finished
now?"



The lawyer in orangeface nodded. The one in purple said, "Can't her original personality be restored at
all?'"



Drawing a briefcase from his pocket, the wet ware tech threw up a holographic diagram between himself
and the witnesses. The air filled with intricate three-dimensional trac-ery, red and green lines interweaving
and meshing.



"We've mapped the subject's current personality." He reached out to touch several junctions. "You will
note that here, here, and here we have what are laughingly referred to as impossible emotional syllogisms.
Any one of these renders the subject incapable of survival."



A thin waterfall dropped from the dome condensers to a misty pool at the topmost terrace, a bright
razor slash through reality. It meandered to the edge of the next terrace and fell again.



"A straight yes or no will suffice."