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

"Because I want you to quit your job." , "Say what?"



"I don't want you to become God. It was a mistake the last time, and I'm afraid it won't be any better
with the new programs. If you go up into God and can't get down this time, you'll do it the next time. And
the next. I'll spend my life here waiting for you, re-creating you, losing you. Can't you see it-year after
year, replaying the same tired old tape?" Tory's voice fell to a whisper. "I don't think I could take it even
once more."



"If you know me as well as you say, then I guess you know my answer," Elin said coldly.



She waited until Tory's footsteps moved away, fading, defeat echoing after. Only then did Elin realize
that her sensor had been scanning the same empty bit of Magritte's slope for the last five minutes.



It was time for the final Trojan horse. "Today we make a god," Tory said. "This is a total conscious
integration of the mind in an optimal efficiency pattern. Close your eyes and count to three."



One. The hell of it was that Tory was right. She still loved him. He was the one man she wanted and was
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empty without.



Two. Worse, she didn't know how long she could go on without coming back to him-and, good God,
would that be humiliating!



She was either cursed or blessed; cursed perhaps for the agonies and humiliations she would willingly
undergo for the sake of this one rather manipulative human being. Or maybe blessed, in that at least there
was someone who could move her so, deserving or not. Many went through their lives without.



Three. She opened her eyes.