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

"You're the test pilot."



Dammit, Tory!



Donna Landis materialized on the intercom. "She's right, Shostakovich. You haven't buffered her
enough."



"It didn't seem wise to risk dissociative effects by cranking her ego up too high."



"Who's paying for all this, hah?"



Tory grumbled something inaudible and dissolved the world.



Elin floated in blackness, soothing and relaxing. She felt good. She had needed this little vacation from
the tensions and pressures of her new personality. Taking the job had been the right thing to do, even if it
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did momentarily displease Tory.



ToryтАж She smiled mentally. He was exasperating at times, but still she was coming to rely on having him
around. She was beginning to think she was in love with him.



A lesser love, perhaps. Certainly not the love that is the Christ.



Well, maybe so. Still, on a human level, Tory filled needs in her she hadn't known existed. It was too
much effort to argue with herself, though. Her thoughts drifted away into a wordless, luxurious reveling in