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

to talk about it.



"We reviewed all the tapes, and found that the original problem stemmed from a basic design flaw.
Shostokovich should never have brought his ego along. The God state is very ego-threatening; he
couldn't accept it. His mind twisted it, denied it, made it into a thing of horror. Because to accept it would
mean giving up his identity." She paused.
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"Now we don't understand the why or how of what hap-pened. But what was done is very clearly
recorded. Coral came along and stripped away his identity."



"Hogwash!" Landis was on her feet, belligerent and un-steady. "After all that happened, you can't say
they don't have any identity! Look at the mess that Coral made to join Tory to her-that wasn't the work
of an unfeeling, identity-free creature."



"Our measurements showed no trace of identity at all," the tech said in a miffed tone.



"Measurements! Well, isn't that just scientific as all get-out?" The priest's face was flushed with drunken
anger. "Have any of you clowns given any thought to just what we've created here? This gestalt being is
still young-a newborn infant. Someday it's going to grow up. What happens to us all when it decides to
leave the island, hey? I-" She stopped, her voice trailing away. The drinkers were silent, had all drawn
away from her.



" 'Scuse me," she muttered. "Too much wine." And sat.



"Well." Hans cleared his throat, quirked a smile. "Any-body for refills?"



The crowd came back to life, a little too boisterous, too noisily, determinedly cheerful. Watching from
the fringes, outside the circle of light, Elin had a sudden dark fantasy, a walking nightmare.



A desk tech glanced her way. He had Tory's eyes. When he looked away, Tory smiled out of another's