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

the bodiless state, free from distractions, carefree and disconnected.



Nothing is disconnected. All the universe is a vast net of intermeshing programs. Elin was amused at
herself. That had sounded like something Tory would say. She'd have to watch it; she might love the man,
but she didn't want to end up talking like him.



You worry needlessly. The voice of God is subtle, but it is not your own.



Elin started. She searched through her mind for an open intercom channel, didn't find one. Hello, she
thought. Who said that?



The answer came to her not in words, but in a sourceless assertion of identity. It was cool, emotionless,
something she could not describe even to herself, but by the same token absolute and undeniable.



It was God.



Then Tory was back and the voice, the presence was gone. Tory? she thought. / think I just had a
religious experience.



"That's very common under sensory deprivation-the mind clears out a few old programs. Nothing to
worry about. Now relax for a jiff while I plug you back in-how does that feel?"
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The presence was back again, but not nearly so strongly as before; she could resist the urge to chase
after it. That's fine, Tory, but listen, I really think-



"Let's leave analysis to those who have been programmed for it, shall we?"



The lovers strolled aimlessly through a meadow, the grass brushing up higher than their waists. Biological